Disclamer: I don't own anything

A/N: I'm not a native English speaker, so don't be mean. Also, have in mind that this is a fanfiction.

And just to be clear I love aph Germany and all the other characters but I wanted to go dark

Ludwig felt out of place, like always, he thought. This was the third world meeting this year and he already wanted to kill everybody in this room!

They were always so loud and hurt each other and in the next moment... nothing! Everything was Friede, Freude, Eierkuchen and he just didn't understand, they seemd to hate and detest war, but then they loved it and started one every four weeks.

Ludwig remembered the first world war and how so many country wanted this war, but in the end it was his fault, even though he didn't even started it.

He also remembered the second world war and how everything went to shit after that. And how he hated himself for not beeing strong enough to stand against his leader, his Führer, he thought mocking.

But now there was something deep inside of him, something he wasn't proud of, that made him want to do this again. Not a war like that, but a war. All bloody and dirty standing in the middle of a battle, looking down on the face of a nation knowing that they would be destroyed in a matter of seconds.

Ludwig shuddered, he knew he shouldn't think like this, but he couldn't stop. He still dreamed of the pleasant feeling of intestines and blood on his hands and the music, the sound of dying soldiers' screams, in his ears.

Gilbert once told him that he shouldn't worry, after all, he also was a creature of war. He also loved a good fight and back then Ludwig was completly satisfied with this answer, but now...

Nation were born out of their land and their people.

Their rivers and lakes became their blood, their country faces their skin and their peoples minds and ideas their soul. This was what they told younger nations, of course that wasn't entirly true, after all some aspects were still missing, but it was very close to the truth.

But Germany wasn't like them, not at all...

He also wasn't a creature of war like his brother.

He was a monster, born out of the rivers of blood and skins of the dead, of the lost dreams and hopes forgotten under the dust of war machines.

Few nations knew that, one of them was France. He was there that day, he saw how a small child was formed out of a mound of bodies. The white dress, even though it was tinted in blood classified the child as a young nation. Ludwig remembered how France stopped a soldier from cutting of his head, because he thought he just witnessed the birth of a demon.

And maybe he was.

And perhapes if France had not stopped the soldier from killing him he really had died, he was still so young at that moment and so weak. Maybe the blow would have killed him and saved so many generations from war. But France saved him and brought him home, he made Germany his territory and Germany had hated it and all he wanted was to die. But in the end the thought of getting revenge on France let him survive.

Oh yes, revenge, the sweet taste of it begann to burn in Germany's throat, his blood pumped loadly through his body and roared in his eares.

A loud crash brought Germany back into the meeting room, America had tripped over a suitcase of some middel east nation and now they were fighting and obvious it wasn't a normal fight. Russia seemed interested in it, as well as France and England, mhm, maybe...

No! Bad Germany! Bad! Don't even think about it... but think of it, they will look so pretty with some blood on their face.

HahahaHaHaHAHA!!!

Friede, Freude, Eierkuchen -peace, joy, pancakes (that means everything is perfect)

Führer- leader