I flop down onto my bed at five. Five god damn hours of trying to find those papers. I pick up my cell phone and quickly call America. It rings loudly in my ears when I hear a click.
"Hey! The hero here! Who is calling?" I hear America ask. I take a long breath and grip my pillow with my other hand.
"I-It's P-prussia...I couldn't find the papers" I hear a sigh.
"Your not proving your self very well, now are you?" I frown and choke on my words. "Now, keep looking tomorrow. Now did you get seen?"
"Y-Yes, but I told him that I was looking for my phone." I pause, "I still have the wire on. I'll give you zhe recordings tomorrow."
"Good" He tells me. "I have to go now. Find me those papers" He hangs up and I hold the phone far away from my face. 'I will find those papers, I will, I will, I will' I lay down on my bed.
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I wake up to the sounds of yelling.
"Italia! Get out of mein kitchen!"
"But Doisue~~"
"No buts! Get out or you vill run five more miles zhan normal!" Shuffling then follows suit. I look over to my phone to find messages on it.
'Get here by Midnight, my time' Alfred texted me. I sigh and hit my head back on my pillow.
'This shit is fun'
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another sad germancest coming your way!
FanficI love writing the sad germancest ones. They make me happy! War tears apart families, and this one isn't any diffrent. Gilbert is forced to help his brother kill millions, but what happens when he turns agaist him to help the Allies?
