m<a class="postlink" href="http://www.zerochan.net/280029">http://www.zerochan.net/280029</a>m<br/><br/>You could practically feel the stiffness in the room. Everyone was tense, their knuckles snowy from gripping the old oak table, already scratched and dented from fights long passed. The light ticking off the wall clock seemed intruding, like it shouldnâ€™t have been there. The silence was so thick you probably could have cut a hole through it. My pale fingers drummed over the table and finally someone spoke, the one person no one wanted to hear from.<br/>â€œYou all probably know why you have been called here.â€ Germany said, clearing his throat.<br/><br/>Anger flared in the back of my mind but Lithuania gave my hand a light squeeze. When no one answered him, the tall, stoic blond grabbed continued, sweat dewing on his forehead, no doubt from the venomous glares he was earning from everyone present. But really, who could blame him? He was the reason Prussia didnâ€™t exist anymore. He was the reason that most countries, including myself woke up sobbing, plagued with nightmares of watching their people die, themselves die. He was the reason they were stuck in this mess. He was the reason World War 2 had begun.<br/>â€œIâ€™m here to tell you that I am going to take you all. Its nothing personal, really but Iâ€™m sick of listening to all the shit our countries are accepting right now. Today is October 25th. My tanks are already moving forward to take my dear Poland. I give her five days to find a way to fight back. That is all. I officially declare war on Poland.â€  The other Axis shrieked in protest.<br/><br/>All vision locked on me and my eyes widened. No words managed to filter through my ears by that point. The pain that had been shooting through my head, the constant stomachaches, the various bruisesâ€¦ Germany. Germany was coming to kill me. I sunk down in my chair, the cotton of my military uniform rubbing up against my goosebumped skin.<br/><br/>I vaguely saw England and France shoot up form their seats, spitting furious words in Germanyâ€™s direction. He flinched slightly but said nothing, which only fueled the general anger in the room. My eyelids slipped shut over emerald eyes as I chanted in my head. â€œThis isnâ€™t happening, this isnâ€™t happening Felka.â€ I hadenâ€™t noticed my fingers had slipped out of Lithuaniaâ€™s until I felt him desperately grab my hand, quivering in my grip.<br/><br/>I really didnâ€™t notice anything anymore. At those simple words, the superpower that was Germany had written my death sentence.  Words came through as white noise, any touch fuzzy against my frozen hands. When the white noise stopped I opened my eyes again to see everyone looking at me, expecting an answer no doubt. I simply pushed myself up, out of my chair, turned to the left , found the door, opened it, shut the door again and cried. Cried and cried and cried.