the breakdowns

time for story

this isn't much of a breakdown but Germany finally succumbs to his childish desires.
to wear fishnets l0l

Germany laid down on his bed, visibly uneasy. A feeling resided in his stomach, making him squirm and twitch, breathing heavily.
The feeling had been in him for a few weeks now. It had started off as a mild nervousness, but as anything grows, it grew as well.
Now, Germany was paying the price for that growth.
Germany rolled over on his light blue bed, feeling lightheaded and nauseous.
It seemed he always paid the price for everything these days.
"I should just quit." Germany thought to himself, holding his stomach. "I really need to let my inner child out, but no one's ever allowed me to."

"Well, let me help!" A voice yelled like a child does on a swings.
This was not his father's voice. This was not his grandfather's voice. This was not a family members voice of any kind.
"So if it wasn't my family, or my voice, who's voice was it?" Germany pondered out loud.
"Sawwy, but you really don't need to know that right now, Bacteria!" The voice shouted again in his head in the same, gleeful voice.  "Anyways~"
Germany, or according to the voice, "Bacteria" felt something taking over him, a feeling of happiness, and dopamine.
Germany hadn't experienced this feeling in a few weeks.
So, he just went with this flow and jumped from the bed, with the help of the Big Cheerful Cheery Voice.
He opened the brown, clean door.
He went over to where the attic was, below it, and pulled a rope next to it, making the dusty attic door on the hallway roof open with a loud creeeeeeak. He climbed up the ladder, and started looking around in the boxes.

After a few minutes, Germany found what he was looking for.

A war uniform that was not his father's.

It was dark green with some gray mixed into it, and it was old. It had a couple of war medals on it, and the best thing about this beautiful war uniform was that it had a hat.
It looked like his father's, but as the narrator said, it was not.
Or was it?
Hmmmm.
Germany took the uniform and the hat, and went into his room to change.
He took off his dirty white polo shirt, his black belt, with a bit of a struggle, and he took off his blue jeans.
He also took off his socks. (You'll find out why later.)

He pulled on the shirt of the war uniform, and it was a little bit tight on him. (Wow I'm fat", Germany thought to himself.)
But he could take it.
He could take ANYTHING.
ANYTHING.
Germany climbed the ladder to the attic again slowly, because he didn't want to break this valuable ladder. After all, who knows how old it is?
He knew he was never gonna find this thing, but he looked for it anyways.
And after 15 minutes of looking, he found it.

Fishnets.
A pair of fishnets you could slip on your legs like socks, but up above your kneecaps.
"Perfection!" The voice cried out in pleasure.

He took some black shorts from his closet that he used only for pajamas, (Not anymore.) putting them on easily.
Germany took his time with the fishnets, seeing that they were fragile.
After 15 seconds of being delicate, he put them on.
He pulled the old, kinda smelly war hat on his head and put on some black shoes.
He was rEADY.
He pulled the rope next to the attic, and the ladder folded in, and the attic door closed with as loud as a creak of when Germany opened it.
Then, Germany ran, holding his hat to his head, and opened the front door.
638 words
such a small amount😔