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Brother
Chapter 2
*"It's about you"*
I looked at him like a deer in headlights, opening my mouth to say something, but before I got the chance the front door unlocked and heavy boots could be heard approaching. I hadn't given anyone else the key! No one but Britain and EU came to visit, and EU would announce it if he planned on coming! Did they decide to get rid of me for good this time?
“Did they? No, they would'. After all, I'm an official country now, right?
...Could I blame them for it?
I looked at UK in desperation, he seemed relaxed, looking at the open frame a figure appeared in.
"Germs, hello!" The unnecessarily loud Nation basically yelled upon entrance. Ah. "America, sir, good evening," I replied with a surprised blink.
The more wide than broad man walked into my room as if he owned the place. The grin, that didn't quite sit right and never even attempted to reach his eyes always made me a little uneasy. Possibly stemming from about 2 decades ago. Just like my respect rooted in old fear, habits that don't want to leave.
”Drop the formalities, Germs. How often do I have to remind you of it?" His big hand hit me on the back, making my glasses slip as he settled in a chair next to his father. I smiled sheepishly while holding my shoulder to soothe the pain. A welcomed pain in some way, doesn't seem like he wants to get rid of someone today.
"Make me a coffee too, will ya? That should make up for it."
Britain started some small talk as if we were normal humans. How are you, how have you been doing? These things. No politics, no strategies. Rare, considering how tangled up the States usually are by the current war, which seemed more like a power play.
Powerplay that could explode into a nuclear catastrophe any second.
"You see Germs, I'm a very busy man"
”Jinx", I mumbled under my breath before looking up from the coffee machine. I didn't expect to be pulled into the conversation. He usually only sees me if it benefits him somehow, whether that's geopolitical or something to do with science.
Yet I took time to do something for you. You should be grateful."
Ah, so it's not small talk. UK didn't answer my confused look, he zoned out, understandable. After all, he has to hear his son's self-centred talking a lot.
"You're right, thank you"
He laughed, mockingly, the sound ringing in my ears to a volume you'd usually expect from a high-trafficked freeway at noon.
"Fucking hell, you don't even know what I did, yet you're thanking me like a puppy that's afraid to be thrown out on the street!"
Bastard, I'd like to say. Of course, I bit my tongue and served him his americano like he still owned part of me. …Watered-down coffee, I have no idea how anyone enjoys that. After he calmed down he took a sip, taking his sweet time before finally starting to explain.
"I want you to join the UN"
"Apologies?"
"Ya heard me right boy, I want you to join the UN"
I tried to spot that unsettling smile from earlier, or for that matter, anything else that would hint at this being one of his bad jokes. Nothing. What would they even gain from it?
Britain, apparently back from his daydream, joined in.
"Germany, dear. Please consider. I don't see any downside. You'd get more global recognition, more economic success, not that you need it, gain access to the WHO, get help if you encounter a natural disaster, and so on.
What is there to lose?"
He ran with his hand through his hair as if he didn't just mouth the most idiotic proposal I've heard in a good while. Since Soviet splitting me that is.
They can't be serious.
…
"What is there to lose?
…
Britain. Look me in the eyes and tell me that again."
My answer was calm, calibrated. Anger never helped. And trust me, I've seen anger. Before Britain could voice a tone I continued.
"You know as well as I how the votes work. I need 2/3 of the UN votes to join. At the current time of speaking, there are 132 countries in the UN. That's 88.6 votes of approval. 89 countries that have to agree to have me in their ranks. ME. The son of the possibly most hated nation to exist! The one that's his only living relative and looks like a carbon copy of the face that causes panic attacks in some! Britain, do you hear yourself!"
I drifted into hysteria, staring at him with crazed eyes that desperately tried to focus on something through the double vision.
My oh so recognisable face that still carried one or two things of Reich's looks, paired with this expression, apparently set him to shock.
Turns out I spoke too soon, hence I awoke on the ground just a few moments later, UK had rushed around the counter, kneeling next to me.
A much taller shadow stepped into my blurred vision. America.
My consciousness started fading again, in a desperate attempt to help myself I pressed out a word.
"Water"
I'm guessing I was out for a few seconds, considering that a freshly filled glass of tap water rested against my lips once I opened my eyes again. The few sips of the clear, calming liquid helped me back to control. "Better?" I sighed and pulled myself up to sit, leaning against the cold marble my kitchen was clothed in.
"Slightly."
USA handed Britain something, his expression wasn't unreadable. It never was, no matter how much he tried. He's disappointed.
The Brit sighed and took his ridiculous report card he kept on my mental state ever since the therapist suggested it.
"What are you writing?“
"The usual."
"I don't usually get mad."
"You usually faint twice"
…
"Your vision?" He's acting like he's at work right now. Typical, he couldn't switch out of being a doctor most times.
"I saw everything twice. As I woke up my sight went blurry, it still is."
America handed me something, my glasses.
"Ah, that explains it."
UK added something to the entry. 'Confusion', how kind.
"Confusion isn't a symptom."
He looked up, sliding the pen he grabbed from the counter into his chest of pocket.
"Today it is, son. But if you say so you should feel better already."
"I do, I-"
The shadow from above interrupted, impatient as always.
"Amazing- Would you mind following us to your office or do you want to sign it here?"
Sign something? Was I confused after all?
"Apologies?"
He sighed and waved around with a cheap print of a contract.
"You are agreeing to attend the next UN meeting, suggesting yourself as a new nation."
It didn't take long until I found myself behind my office desk, the real contract in front of me. He usually carries 2, just in case one decides to rip a contract apart in frustration, caused by his impossible self.
I quickly skimmed over it. Nothing hidden, just that I couldn't pull back after signing. That much was expected.
"...Excuse me, I do have one more question before giving my signature"
The American rolled his eyes in annoyance and barked a "What now?" in my direction. Ignoring his tone I continued:
"Why do you want me to join so suddenly?"
"The commie suggested someone new."
"...who?"
He turned away, skimming my book collection on the side. The United Kingdom seemed to take pity and answer instead of his son who seemed utterly salty about this.
"East."