He used to be pretty popular, you would joke that he ruled the world. After the first World War, many people feared him. America held a very bad grudge against him for sinking the Lusitania. Nobody was prepared for what would come many years later, in World War II. It wasn't his fault. After World War I, something inside him snapped, causing him to turn into a second player version of himself. He somehow tried to make a new race, his own race. You knew better, you knew this wasn't the real him. He was broken from the first war.
Now he walks the streets, watching all the other nations laugh with their allies. Italy hasn't talked much with him since World War II. He missed the bubbly Italian, he sometimes even missed the loud mouth American. Hell, he missed everyone.
Back in World War I, he rolled the dice a lot. Gambling whether or not to attack France and invade Belgium. The U-Boats were one of his biggest gambles, he tried to starve Britain. Except Canada and America found their way around the Submarine Warfare Act.
In World War II, he saw fear in his enemies eyes. He loved it, his player two version enjoyed seeing the fear. That was until he looked into your eyes. He was about to attack your nation, but he looked into your eyes. He saw fear like other small nations, but you were different. You melted his heart, the tears brimming your eyes broke his very soul. For a moment his player two version went away and he was his normal self.
You were the first person to meet his true self since World War I. You enjoyed the brief encounter, he let your country go and didn't attack. After World War II, many people rejoiced that he was dead. He was in critical condition after losing the war. His country was hit pretty badly. Every night he would stay awake with memories haunting his mind. He also thought about you, and your beautiful hair, how it fell perfectly.
His player two version was gone for good, but has left a huge scar in his soul. Many people sing rejoices that his alter ego has been killed, but no one realizes the pain he had to endure to get rid of him.
He now realizes how fragile his mind and metal health could be. Just because his player two self was dead, doesn't mean his body couldn't make another one even worse than the previous. This thought also haunted him as he sat on his couch in dead silence.
A soft knock came from the front door. The blonde haired man reluctantly got up and walked over to the wooden door. He opened it to reveal your tiny form smiling up at him.
"Vat are you doing here?" He asked astonished.
"I don't blame you for what happened. It could've happened to anyone. It could've been America to snap." You stated looking into his blue eyes.
"But it vasn't America, it vas me." The German sadly stated.
"Hey, look at me." You demanded, the man obeyed and sadly looked at you.
"You've made mistakes. So have I. When I became my two player version, I nearly killed off three countries. Three!" You argued.
"They all seem to hate me." He sighed.
"They're shocked is all." You smiled softly placing your hand on his arm. "May I come in?"
"Ja." Was all he said as he led you into the large estate.
You followed him to a large black couch, where he sat down and placed his face in his hands. You sat beside him, rubbing small circles on his back. Silence fell over the two of you as you comforted the large nation.
" I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing, be my mirror, my sword and shield. My missionaries in a foreign field." You softly sang as the German wrapped an arm around your shoulders hugging you to him.
"I don't deserve you." He whispered into your hair.
"Hey! At least, you know how it feels to have been through what I have. I also know how it feels for you. We've made similar mistakes." You stated.
"Ja, I guess so." He sighed.
"They'll forget it soon. They can't point fingers, we've all made pretty bad mistakes." You spoke.
"For some reason I can't explain, but I have a feeling they will never forget." He cried.
"They may not forget, but even if worse comes to worse. I will always be here for you." You confessed.
"I vill, alvays be there for you too." He stated holding you closer to him.
"You're lucky we didn't kill you bro!" America yelled at Germany, who was speechless.
"This is worse than Britain killing my girlfriend." France spat, glaring at the Brit.
"Well, at least I didn't kill millions of people." Britain stated.
It was another World Conference. The first one since World War II, there was a lot of tension hanging thick in the air. Many nations still had a grudge over the Germanic nation which saddened you. More insults and side comments were being thrown at the already upset nation.
"That's enough!" You yelled slamming your fist on the table. Germany sent you a look telling you not to say anything.
"Dude! Sit down!" America yelled.
"You guys are complete idiots! Stop your non-sense right now!" You screamed. "Sure, Germany did something that was pretty horrible! But what nation hasn't!"
"Love, don't sti-"
"Don't say another word England." You sneered, anger boiled through your veins. "This is the same thing you guys did to me a hundred years ago, I will not let someone go through the same torment I did."
"_____." Germany warned.
"We've all made mistakes, done things we aren't proud of. We've also stuck up for each other. America the reason Germany sank your boats, was so he could fight for his side of the war. If anything Serbia started World War I, but of course no one realizes that." You pointed out. "But regardless of how it was started, we all had a reason for being in that war.
"____." He warned again.
"Germany, was broken after the war. He became his player two self, you all know how it feels. You've all been there. Cut him some slack, he truly feels bad" You softly finished.
Most of the other nations gave you sad looks. They were disgusted with themselves, they knew you were right. They've all been in a position like Germany's at one point or another.
"They may not talk to you for awhile, but they should stop bothering you." You softly told Germany after the meeting.
"Danke ____. For everything." He said pulling you into a hug, which you eagerly returned.
"No problem, I hate to see nations who are broken be picked on like that." You mumbled.
"_____?" The German called.
"Yeah?" You asked, you looked up to stare into his beautiful blue eyes.
His lips slowly made their way down to meet yours in a small chaste kiss. When you pulled away you noticed the blush on the German's cheeks.
"Who would ever want to be king." Germany laughed as he hugged you again.
"I'll always be here, you'll never have to face anything alone." You said.
"Und you vill never have to face anything alone either." He promised, kissing the top of your head.
For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name. Never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the world.