CountryHuman OneShots

After WW3 (#2)

Emo_warrior365 you requested Germo-angst. And Germo-angst you shall get! I have morphed it into another America/Germany father/son oneshot because I can!

Apologies for the tag in but I think I figured out my tag problem lol

WARNINGS: angst (who would have thought?), mentions of abuse, mentions of self-harm, one overly concerned America.

Why does Poland do this?

I cradled an obviously traumatized Germany in my arms, trying to get him back down onto this earth and away from what hell he was going through right now. All I knew was that it wasn't nice for Germany, and it hurt to see him like this. I wasn't even his biological father yet he respected and loved me like one. I never wanted to abuse his trust, not ever. To me, he was just as much of a son than my states. I could understand how France didn't want to look after him after being held hostage by Third Reich for ages, but my father had no excuse, and it angered me everytime he mocked, or remotely asked about Germany. "Germany? Germs, please." I clicked in front of his face and sighed as I felt him go limp in my arms. Great. It wasn't like it hadn't happened before, in fact, it happened most times I went over there to check up on him, either out of fear for whatever he was remembering or overworking. It was often a mixture of both.

Sighing, I carried him upstairs to his bathroom, putting him into a sitting up position before starting to fill up the bath for him. His hot water only went up so much, and even without putting cold water into it I had to boil the kettle so it would be warm enough. Looking over at Germany, I hesitated before starting to slowly get his clothes off. I didn't like doing this, I could miss buttons sometimes and I hated doing that. I was technically blind, but I could see less in the sunlight than in the darkness which was why I always wore my sunglasses. 

I managed to get his shirt off, and I sighed at the bandages on his arms and chest. I slowly unwrapped them, and I immediately felt guilty for even trying to see them again even though I knew what he was doing. The chest bandage was there to hide the two scars on his back where his wings once were, but his arm bandages hid old and new scars, burns, and I assumed whatever he could grab to cause pain to himself. I felt him stir underneath me and I gently held his cheek. 

"Germany?" He moved some more, and sat himself up more.

"V-Vater...I..." He finished undressing himself before sliding himself into the bath. "What...did I do this time?"

"You only panicked, that's all son...your prosthetic, Germany..." I heard him grumble and I sighed. "I know you don't like it Germany but getting it wet is not going to help, and anyway, the part of your leg that is left still needs to be washed." I slowly reached towards it and Germany let me take it off. "I'll go get you some new clothes, alright?" I didn't hear anything from him as I walked out, so I assumed he was alright.

Walking to his room, I made sure not to disturb anything that I didn't need to. I made that mistake once, and never again. It was disturbing to watch him obsess over everything but I couldn't help him. I had tried, and it hadn't worked. I came back with clothes, and saw him sitting on the floor, a towel wrapped around his shoulders as he stared at the floor. 

"Germany?" I sat down opposite, putting the pile of clothes on the floor beside us. He slowly hugged me before grabbing the clothes that I had brought through. He was slower than usual I had noticed and it did not help that I had suspicions about him not sleeping for weeks at a time. "Germany, come on...you seem terribly tired, why haven't you slept?"

"I..." I waited for him to finish thinking. "I had to fix Czech...he...barely made it...."

"Oh Ger..." I hugged him after he finished dressing. "You need to go to bed now though...I don't want you passing out again..." He slowly nodded before suddenly shaking his head.

"Nein, Vater...I still have to complete plans for Kaz's other wing, and for my own wings...and there's other countries that want plans as well-"

"You are not wasting away just to sell plans." He tried to protest but I grabbed his hand, pulling him up and pulling him through to his bedroom. "You need sleep, now."

"I don't want too-"

"I don't care-"

"I don't want to see it again Vater..." I sat him down on his bed before hugging him. 

"I'm here now..."

"That...that doesn't stop them anymore, Vater..." He grabbed my hands and I patiently waited. "I...I see my brother again...and my Opa, and my...my..." I squeezed his hands and he gulped. "I...I...they go away when I hurt..."

"Shh...sleep just now and we can talk in the morning...I don't want you rambling..." He slowly nodded and I laid him down. "I'll clean everything up, don't worry..." He nodded and rolled over, and I stood up to let him sleep.

Oop, sorry for how long it took to get out but I hope you liked it :)