Author's notes:
In this story Ludwig is the First Person.
Disclamer: I don't own Hetalia or any of its characters. English is not my first language so please consider my grammar errors.
… Why Can't it be Us? …
" Emptiness "
I have everything…
But I still feel empty inside…
I got money, I got cars, mansions and I already finished traveling the world… sort of… but that is not too significant cause the most important question now is why?... why do I feel so lonely?… I've got women around me, a family to support me and I almost own the world because of my business but why?... Why won't this feeling disappear?… What should I do to destroy this distressful thing inside me…
I'm in this slow moving Limousine again. I got used to it cause people just can't move aside when I'm in it. Paparazzi became sleepless because of me, models become sexier because of me and industrialists would give anything just have my advice. Yes, I'm almost like a god because of money!
As I attend this worthless convention because of my brother, I just can't help thinking that something is gonna happen tonight and I think it's not gonna be nice.
Unexpectedly the President of America came near to me to ask some political advice; I'm not into politics but I did suggest him something that I've learned from being a Monopoly. After the advise, he smiled and left me. I kept on drinking as I sat with the other V.I.P.s. They kept on chatting as I stared from a far; I knew they were talking about me so I rather not make any eye contact.
When will this end! I want to leave now and go back working! Ugh!
The host began speaking at last. With his long and flattering greetings, I yawned selfishly. He announced the names of the people who attended from the V.I.P section including me and instead of standing to be known, I only raised my hand emotionlessly. And I also realized that I'm the only business person in the V.I.P. section cause all of them are Presidents and Representatives; Wow! Am I really this rich? or my brother just wanna act like a boss.
People began to clap as Arthur Kirkland, the person who made this convention come on stage. He started talking about what is happening in the industry now and so on and so far. Everything was quite as usual until everyone heard a gunshot. Everyone started screaming and running and all the people in the V.I.P. section were surrounded by body guards while escaping. I was taken by my body guards out of the building much faster than the other V.I.P.s. I was already entering my Limousine when I look above and saw someone moving at the roof top; I told my body guards about it and commanded them to tell the police and help catch the assassin.
As I was in the car, I can't help to think who was shot. Nothing happened to Kirkland nor to the V.I.P.s, a guest might have been shot but who is it?
Without hesitation I called a detective to investigate the situation. I told him not to tell anyone that I summoned him to prevent any accusations to my company.