Your eyes flutter open as you take in a deep breath. The sunlight from the blinds to your left is shining directly into your eyes, and you give a grunt as you attempt to turn away from it. You suddenly bring your body up, confused at the fact that you were not in your own bed, let alone your own room.

And there was a man there, too. A half naked one from the looks of it, facing towards you and snoozing, with one of his arms draped around your midsection.

“Arthur.”

You look around. Of course, you had fallen asleep in the expensive hotel suite. Your multiple bags of shopping were still at the other side of the room, and...

You were still alive.

“I’m still...” Your eyes widened as you tensed from the shock. “I’m still alive! Arthur, wake up! Why am I not dead?!”

Disgruntled, he gives an odd mumble and turns to face you. His expression still sleepy, he gives you that charming nod and smile. “‘Ello, love. Sleep well?”

“I don’t know!” You were still in a frenzied state of odd panic. “Why am I still alive? I should be dead! I-I was meant to die by now. B-But I feel... Okay.”

You catch him swallowing nervously with an almost regretful expression before he gave off a laugh that could almost be called mildly distressed. “Erm... It’s a miracle? The doctor was... Wrong? I mean, with the dysfunctional nature of the current NHS, i-it’s possible?”

Frowning, you were about to question the existence of miracles, however, a heavy banging sound on the door interrupts you. Deciding that it could be somewhat urgent, you roll your eyes and mutter, “I’ll get it.” as you clamber off of the bed.

You pace to the door, annoyed that someone from whom you presumed was roomservice had the simple audacity to knock so hurriedly and loudly at ten o'clock in the morning. You unlock the door, and freeze once more as you look over the unexpected ‘guest’.

He was tall, with light features consisting of baby blue eyes and light, blond hair. He had a muscular build. Really muscular. You could practically see those biceps bulging under his dark blazer. His expression softened from fiercely angry to confused in record time as he glanced over you.

German.

You shook your head, why was that the first word that came to mind? He hadn’t spoken, or said made any implication that he was of any nationality. But... You just seemed to know in the instant that he was German. One hundred percent. He simply... Felt that way.

Good lord, I’m turning racist as all hell.

He opens his mouth to say something, but then looks inside the room at the half naked Arthur, who gives him a nervous wave. He then glances at you, and then back at the Englishman, eyes widening and cheeks growning an odd shade of scarlet.

He then steps back and closes the door.

Only to bang again on it a few seconds later. Confused, you open it again to see him scrutinising you in an intense and intent fashion. His mouth makes a weird, studious, ‘hmmm...’ kind of noise, and you begin to feel oddly frightened. Threatened, even.

“What is it?” Who the hell was this person, anyway? Arthur seemed to know him, and he must have come up here with some kind of purpose.

“Du...” He began, trailing off before straightening his posture and finishing off his sentence in English. “Y-You feel like my brother.”

Considering that this strange man has not touched you, this made you quite alarmed. You had no clue what he meant by this, and it added to him being unintentionally threatening.

You nearly jump as Arthur leaps out of bed and sprints to the door, muttering curses very loudly as he makes his way to the door. “Ludwig, go away. This has nothing to do with you! This is not what you think it is!”

“S-She has the aura of a nation.” He gives Arthur a snarl, “Who the hell is she?”

You were beyond confused. ‘Aura’? ‘Nation’? What was this stranger named Ludwig on about?

You step back, but not in time to dodge him from pressing a hand against your forehead before he turns to Arthur. “She’s just like Gilbert, except...”

“Ludwig, I am telling you! It’s not what you think it is!-”

“You’re a lot more...” His eyes widen to saucers. “Fake.”

“Ludwig, I swear!-”

He suddenly grabs the Brit by his chest, and Arthur winces in pain. You take several steps back as Ludwig, face absolutely red with fury and possible shock, growls at the Brit.  “England. What the holy FUCK did you do?”


Suddenly, the German howls in pain as Arthur unexpectedly kicks him in the shin and closes the door before grabbing you by the arm and pulling you over to the window, before scouting for a set of stairs that made up the fire exit were. “Okay, we can do this. You need to get out of here. Now.”

You were still beyond confused. Pulling away from him, you can’t help but to send over an armada of questions. “Arthur, what the fuck is going on? Who was that man? What was he talking to you about and why in the holy hell did he call you ‘England’?”

He gulps, giving you a look of a student who has forgotten to do his homework. Clad only in his union jack boxers, he sighs. “I’ll explain later, I promise.” The banging on the door becomes increasingly louder before the door itself begins to shake. “However, we need to get your out first. Just go down the fire exit.”

“...But that’s London down there, and I’m only wearing a shirt and a pair of underwear.”

He quickly picks up his own pair of trousers and gives them a quick dust before throwing them at you. “Just put them on and run as fast as you can.”

“What about you?”

“I’m staying up here to make sure that I can do anything I can to stop Germany. Being the most competent out of the lot, he’s a major threat. Just go, and get far away. Take a train if you need to. There’s a shit tonne of money in my pocket.”

You step towards the fire exit, and then glance back. The door gives a creak as its toppermost hinges are broken. “H-How will you find me?”

He gives you a sheepish look. “Trust me, you’re in England. If anyone can find you, it’s me. But, if anyone else that you don’t know seems to recognise you, run for dear life.”