Czech Chapter 2: March 1939- Germany

While traveling back to his house, Germany sent one of his Captains to Hungary, with an urgent message asking her to meet him at his house. Germany had no female physicians where he lived and performing any medical attention himself was out of the question.

After arriving at his house, Germany led the nearly unconscious Czechoslovakia to his own room and lied her on the made bed. He shut the door behind him, as he left, and searched for Italy. Germany found the country sleeping in the living room, despite the fact that it was nearly 9 am. Germany –provoked by an exhausting and sleepless night- kicked Italy, causing the country to scream aloud and sit up with fright.

“Why would you that Germany?” Italy cried. “I haven’t done anything!”

“I know. It is because you haven’t done anything that I am upset.” Germany ran his hand through his hair, hoping it wasn’t too messy from the battle last night.

“Where were you last night?” Italy asked. “I went into your room and-”

“Why do you keep going in there?” Germany shouted. He exhaled, forcing himself to calm down before he hit Italy again. “I have to file a report of last night’s battle. I need you to let me know when Hungary gets here und make something to eat for four.”

“Four, but why?”

“No questions, I will explain later.” Germany waved Italy’s question away as he left the living room. Germany headed to his office, making sure the door was shut behind him, and called his boss to give a full report of the mission, which had technically been unsuccessful, as his boss so kindly reminded him.

“I know you told me to kill Czechoslovakia, but if I had, the country would still be fighting.” Germany tried to reason. “I spared Czechoslovakia’s life and the soldiers gave up. The country belongs to us now and that’s what matters.”

Germany tried to avoid pronouns when he could. He had a suspicion that his boss would imagine he hadn’t killed Czechoslovakia because he was actually a woman….which held some truth. Germany remembered the shame he’d felt when he realized Czechoslovakia was a woman; how sorry he was to have hit her so hard or thrown a knife into her shoulder or grappled with her….

“Very well,” Germany’s boss relented. “I suppose it doesn’t really matter. Either way, Czechoslovakia is ours now. Good work Germany.”

“Thank you sir.” Germany said. He hung up the phone just as a knock sounded on the door to his office. Germany opened it and found a none too pleased Hungary on the other side.

“I hope you will tell me what the meaning of this is.” She huffed.

“I have a soldier I need you to treat.” Germany said, gesturing for her to follow him down the hall.

“What, that is what you called me for?” Hungary shrieked. “I came all this way to play nurse with one of your soldiers?”

“Not exactly.” Germany said, stopping outside his bedroom door. He pressed an ear to the wood and, not hearing much noise inside, carefully opened it. He saw Czechoslovakia on the bed, just as he’d left her, save for the dark blood that slowly coated the bed spread.

Hungary leaned in behind Germany and raised her eyebrows at the sight. “Is that Czechoslovakia?” She asked.

Germany was surprised that Hungary recognized her, but the shock was brief, as he remembered that Czechoslovakia once was a territory of Austria-Hungary before The Great War.

“You did this didn’t you?” Hungary accused Germany.

“Well it’s not like Italy did it.” Germany retorted. “Besides, it is better than the alternative. I was originally told to kill her- well, at the time I thought it was him.”

“I see,” Hungary began, staring at the unconscious country with her mouth in her hand. “You know how I feel about her Germany. How Austria feels too. I don’t know if-”

“You owe me after the Great War,” Germany interrupted. He watched Hungary’s eyes shake as she remembered the horrific war three decades ago. Her fists clenched and Hungary turned away from Germany.

“Very well,” Hungary agreed, stepping into the room and rolling up her sleeves. “You leave though.”

“Of course, let me know if you need anything.” Germany said, backing out of the room and closing the door as he left.

He hadn’t even made it six steps down the hall before the screaming began.



“It went well enough.” Hungary said, sitting down beside Italy, who served her a plate of pasta with a wide grin.

“What went well?” Italy asked, setting a plate in front of Germany. “Does this have to do with why you kicked me this morning?” Italy sounded worried as he sat down.

“In a way. Last night I was given the mission to kill Czechoslovakia and claim hi-her land. I decide to capture her instead, and I asked Hungary to tend to her wounds.”

“She’s hurt? Who did that?”

Germany did not speak and allowed Italy to realize his own answer. The country was far from stupid, just a bit slow when it came to making connections, especially when it dealt with fighting and war.

“Germany, why would you hit a girl?”

“I didn’t know,” Germany replied as calmly as he could manage. “I was not told anything other then that Czechoslovakia was to be killed.”

“And then you decided you cannot fight her because she is a woman?” Hungary asked haughtily. “Hmph, you’re just like that older brother of yours sometimes.”

“You mean Prussia?” Germany asked, though he had no other brother he was aware of.

“That’s right. The big ape was the same way with me once he found out I wasn’t a boy.” Hungary replied, fiercely biting into her pasta at the memory.

Without replying Germany stood and walked to the stove. Italy had done as he’d asked and cooked enough for four. Germany loaded the remaining pasta on a plate and wordlessly made for his room, where Czechoslovakia recuperated.

The room was lit when Germany opened the door. Instead of sleeping, Czechoslovakia was sitting up, her back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling. She looked up at the sound of the door opening, and carefully watched Germany cross the room to her.

Her hair, combed and de-muddied by Hungary, was no more than half a shade lighter than Austria’s. The hair wasn’t pulled back and framed her oval face, which was bloodless if swollen and bruised. Her blue eyes –a color between his own and Austria’s- did not blink as Germany pulled a table to the side of the bed and set the plate down on it.

“I’m sorry if you are not used to this. I had Italy cook tonight.”

Czechoslovakia nodded and picked up the plate with her right arm, despite the table being on her left. This action drew Germany’s attention to her tightly bound left shoulder. When he saw the binding though, he noticed that Czechoslovakia no longer wore the untailored military coat, but only a white undershirt and bright, silver dog tags.

He averted his eyes to something else. Seeing blood out of the corner of his eye, Germany picked up some bloody bandages left on the floor.

“Hungary removed dressings from stomach gun wound.” Czechoslovakia quietly explained in a broken German. “I said not leave dressings. She not listen.”

“Gun wound?” Germany questioned.

“No worry. Shot before you come. I bound wound.” She twirled her fork in the pasta and ate a small mouthful.

“Danke,” she murmured after swallowing.

Not knowing to what exactly she was thanking him for, Germany merely replied “Bita,” before leaving the room with his arms full of bloody bandages.