Town of Death

Chapter 14 - Memories

East germany pov

I look at the letter in my hand.

What do I say?

I have to say something but I'm afraid to. I pick up the pen next to me and lean onto the table. It's been 3 days since they went missing and I don't know what to do. We told the govern-people, but they didn't seem to care. They said they would do something about it, but they haven't done anything yet. It makes me suspicious.

Anyways, I was looking around wests room around came across a note in the closet which was between my brother and Russia. I have a feeling I need to tell him or at least talk to him, but I don't know what to say. And I can't copy West's handwriting because his is neat while mine is scruffy. I am contemplating what I should do.

I could hear the door open, but I did not look up from the note.

"What's wrong East?" Weimar sits next to me and looks at the note and seems to slightly tense at the sight of it. He takes the note from my hand and drags a finger across it. Once he did that, I could see the blacking colour of the note appear; almost like it was diseased, "Connecting with the living is dangerous."

I look up at him. Giving me a warm smile, he places the note back in my hand, "But that's just what they say. No one has ever actually done it." My gaze averts down to the note and then back up at my uncle. "You know what to do."

Then he leaves.

'You know what to do...'

I do know what to do. Looking at the pen and then at the note I get to work.

Smol Russia pov

Our introduction didn't go smoothly...

'Привет! Я россия, кто ты' (Hello! I am Russia, who are you?). I look over to the two countries infront of me. The taller one standing in front of the smaller one in a protective way. They look like twins since they had the same flags. I could see confusion on there faces. That's when I realised the twins probably didn't know Russian. I was about to translate when the taller one replied.

"My name is West Germany, and this is East Germany. It is nice to meet you, Russian soviet federative socialist republic." I was slightly shocked that he not only knew my full name but also the fact that he understood me.

"Um... du musst nicht so formal sein West (You don't have to be so formal West)" The smaller one, which I presume is East, peeps out from behind his brother. The taller one, which I now know is called West, looks back at his brother and smiles at him. Then he whispers something in the smallers ear and the smaller smiles saying something back. I don't know what was said but it must have been something good. After a second or two, both Germans looked at me with smiles. West puts out a hand for me to shake.

"Let us start that again. Hi, I'm West and this is my brother East. It's nice to meet you Russia!"

But I knew that my best friend loved me back...

"How's East?"

"He's fine, I guess. It's just a cold so he should be fine. We have Aunt imperial looking after him since she's good at that type of stuff..." His voice trails off. I look over to West. He was gazing at the flowers around us with awe. His voice suddenly perks up again, "Thank you for inviting me out here. It's a nice meadow." I smile and stare at my lap trying my hardest not to blush.