The Crap Hetalia Book

Death Theories - Germany

"Hey, are you finished with that yet?"

I wince as the voice of my father shoots through the door from the living room to the kitchen. Carefully, I put away the plates I'd been washing, pick up the cup of coffee I'd made and carry it through, carefully. I have to be careful. Everything has to be perfect. When I get into the room, he's sitting there in the armchair by the T.V., glaring.

"You're useless you know that?" he says and takes the mug. He sips it, and then spits it out. "What is this? It's cold."

"No it's not. I... it's the coffee you asked for" I stutter. "Two sugars and milk."

"You know I never have coffee like that. And did you start tea like I said?"

I blink. Did he say that? Does he have his coffee differently? "No I... I... I forgot. I can't remember stuff."

"Yeah" father sneers. "That's because you don't listen, you don't care and you don't think. You always use the 'I forgot' excuse don't you? You know, some people actually do forget stuff. Don't mock them."

He throws the hot coffee at me and I flinch. It's freezing. Did I forget it again? I forget a lot of stuff, sometimes it's not that important, like what time it is, what day of the week it is, what day it is. Sometimes it's important, like what father tells me to do, what the teacher at school tells me to do, to look when I cross a road. I never remember that stuff, and it hurts to try and remember. It's like dragging a fork through my brain. Anger suddenly boils up inside me.

"It's not my fault" I shout. "I forget stuff okay. Don't tell me you've never forgotten stuff. Maybe I do have a problem with my memory, but you just don't care because you just don't care about me, you never cared about mother, you don't care about..." I don't get to finish my sentence. He punches me hard and I fly backwards across the room, slamming into the wall. My head smacks back and hits the stone window ledge. The last thing I see before I black out is father rushing over.

***

I'd like to say I wake up, but I don't really. I can hear beeping, wheezy breathing and someone talking, but I can't see anything. Another voice chips in, the voice of father.

"What happened?" the first voice said. "He's in a bad way."

"I..." father hesitates. "I don't know. He was playing in the room and... and I heard a crack, went in and he's lying there in a small puddle of blood."

Is that what happened? I can't remember.

"Mr Beilschmidt, we understand that this is a hard time for you but..." the first voice trails off.

"But what?" father asks, and I know he's panicking.

"Um... Ludwig is in a coma and may be for a while. His situation is fatal and there is a high possibility that he won't wake up from it."

There is silence apart from the beeping and wheezy breathing. Is it me? It's getting annoying. I go to hold my breath but can't. It's like my brain isn't really... well... there.

"Th... th... that can't be right nurse" father stutters. It reminds me of someone but I can't find the name.

"When we were scanning his brain before, we found signs of memory problems. Has he ever said anything to you about this?"

Have I ever said anything about it? I don't think so.

There's a rustling round. "No, he's never mentioned anything to do with a poor memory. I mean, every so often he'd obviously forget obvious things seconds after being told, but I just put it down to not listening properly. He never complained about it."

The wheezy breathing sounds in the silence again, and I try to hold my breath again. I think it's me, but I don't know. Whoever it is, it's really, really annoying me. This time, the breathing stops and I smile internally, because I can't externally. To replace the breathing, the beeping gets worse, louder and more frantic.

"Oh god" the nurse says, the sound of footsteps clattering across a tiled floor. "Doctor? Doctor we're loosing him."

My lungs start to hurt so I try to breath again. I can't. The pain gets worse. Why did I hold my breath in the first place? I can't remember.

"Doctor?"

***

This time, I actually wake up. Sun streams into my eyes and I sit up. This doesn't seem like... where was I before? I can't remember. It's funny really, the only thing I really remember, is not being able to remember anything. That and... Germany. I don't like the word, so push it to the back of my thoughts, looking to the newly surfacing one. Holy Roman Empire. That sounds cool. Imagine being called Holy Roman Empire. It sounds grand, like someone who is more powerful than everyone else.

"Hey bruder" I turn round.

There's an albino crouching behind me, grinning. Prussia.

"Hey bruder" I say. Is he my bruder? I'd assume so. He doesn't seem threatening, and seeing as I can't really remember anything right now, I need someone to help me.

"So... what shall I call you apart from bruder?" Prussia says. "I mean..."

"Holy Roman Empire" I say. I didn't mean to say it, I just kind of... did.

Prussia blinks but doesn't laugh. "That's a bit of a mouthful. What about HRE? The awesome me can't just shout 'Holy Roman Empire' every time he wants to talk to you."

I nod. "That's fine."

Couldn't get the picture at the beginning for reasons unknown :D