Mr. Roderich Edelstein:

I am truly sorry for the pain I have caused you. I...really didn't mean for any of what happened to happen; if that makes any sense.

There are truly no words that I can say or write that will make this better – I know this. If perhaps I was Lilly, or Feli, or even that Nation above Alfred, then I might have been able to soothe your fears or frustrations or pains...

But I am not. I am Ludwig, the representation of Germany; my people are not yet ready for our friendship to flourish once again.

My brother is leaving soon to live with Ivan; strangely enough, I am not scared for him. Ivan – though dark and scary – has a good heart and good intentions...I hope.

There are tensions beginning to rise between Ivan and Alfred, I'm afraid; both Gilbert and myself feel it.

I do not want to get involved in another war so soon...I am so tired, and so angry at myself...

A few of the Nations have tried to contact me; they talk about how we all make bad choices, and about redemption. Is that even possible for someone like me? To be forgiven; to do some feat so great that I can earn a gift as great as that?

Roderich, I cannot ask this of you. Look at what you were subject to! And I stood by, letting it happen!

Never will words – written nor spoken – be able to convey my guilt to you, or anyone.

I hope one day, we may talk again.

I truly hope you are fairing well, my old friend.

Sincerly,

Ludwig Beilschmidt