Hello mortals!~ I'm alive! I know that I should be posting the next chapter for TOMA but it's unbelievably hard to rewrite stuff. A lot of crud has happened since I last posted and I got into Hetalia and SnK (blame my friend Namonaki). SO I wrote this in my spare time... Hope y'all enjoy it!~

He hated him. Hated that man with a burning passion. In all of his time, he never knew a more wretched human being. And to his complete and utter misfortune, that man was his boss.
Hitler, Adolf Hitler. His name was bitter, like poison rolling off his tongue. They were the ugliest four syllables to ever reach his ears.

It was that man's fault. Everything, it was all his fault. From the war he had to fight, to the thousands- no millions- of people dying, to the sheer agony he himself had to endure on a daily basis, all the blame could be focused solely on Hitler.

Germany. He was said to be evil. To be heartless. To be cruel, racist, cold, uncaring and merciless. But he was not. Germany was a diligent worker. A disciplined and rather strict individual, but he was strong, hard-working, and honest. He had a rough life and was pretty awkward when it came to emotions and socializing, but he was an all around nice guy once you got to know him. The cold, evil, heartless, racist, cruel, merciless bastard wasn't him. No, that was Hitler.

And if people thought that he liked his boss, or even respected him, they were dead wrong. Hitler was responsible for so many deaths, and not just the deaths of Allied troops. He was also responsible for the deaths of his own people. Jews were still German. His people didn't deserve this man, they didn't deserve to die, or forced to kill others. All they had wanted was an end to the war debt. Was that too much to ask? Why had he been condemned with Hitler as his citizen, his boss?

Germany's biggest fear was that one day that man would ask to meet the Italy brothers and Japan. That idea was terrifying. None of them matched Hitler's ideal appearance, and then there was their personalities. He knew that Hitler would not approve of his fellow nations behavior and attitude, especially the Italies. With Romano's rudeness, Veneciano's laziness, combined with both of their cowardly disposition...well... his boss wouldn't like them. He feared that if Hitler met them, he'd force Germany to dissolve their alliance, the only good thing he'd found in this war.

The worst aspect of his boss, he supposed, was the hypocrisy. Hitler's definition of those worthy of life did not even match himself. Hitler had black eyes, not blue. Brown hair, not blonde.

sometimes Germany wondered what Hitler would have done to him if he looked different. What if my eyes were green? Or brown? Or grey? What if I had black hair? Or auburn? What would Hitler do then? Better yet what would he do if I were to disobey my orders?

That was the million dollar question. What if he just stopped fighting in this war? What would happen? How would Hitler retaliate? But he couldn't do that. He could never do that. For despite all he had done, Hitler was still his boss. Even though he knew every single immorality, hypocracy, and the simple wrongness of what he was doing, Ludwig had to obey his boss. For he was a country, he was Germany, and a country must do as they were told.

SO, what do think? Review please!~ ::D

With love,

Winter~