Germany never asked to be an heir to the throne and he most certainly didn't ask to be the son of one of the most hated kings.
Poland hates the fact that he lost both of his wings. But he hates Germany even more. With a burning passion.
These two...
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"Hey Singa!" I slammed my journal's cover down when Malaysia (or Mal) popped his head into my room. "Have you ever heard of knocking?!" I snapped, glaring at my older brother. He raised his hands in mock surrender, rolling his eyes.
"Jeez Singa. You're on your period or what? Why so snappy today?" he muttered. My shoulders slumped and I sighed loudly. "Sorry," I murmured guilty, my heart getting heavier. Mal entered my room, a small frown on his face. "Did something happen between you and Germany again?" he asked in a concerned tone. I shook my head, reassuring him that everything was going well. He sat on my bed, much to my annoyance, and clasped his hands, leaning forward. He had his 'we are going to talk about your problems' face on.
"We are not going to have a talk. Come on, let's go for dinner now and you can tell me what you wanted to tell me earlier," I got up from my seat and opened my door. Mal didn't move and continued to look at me. "Come on Mal. I heard that they have Laksa today. Don't you like it?" I looked at my brother, forcing a smile onto my normally stoic face.
"We won't leave until you tell me what's going up. Did something happen?"
"It's really nothing. I'm just tired, that's all," I insisted, "Come on now. The others must be waiting for us."
"It's not nothing. I've entered your room in that manner a hundred times and you've never snapped at me the way you did today. Something's up and I want to know what it is," Mal got up, hands akimbo. I groaned loudly, feeling my frustration build. "Please Singa," he added after a moment. I shook my head but he still persisted.
We continued like this for another few minutes until I finally snapped. "FINE! YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE HELL IS SO F**KING WRONG?! WELL I'LL TELL YOU! IT'S THE FACT THAT I FEEL SO DAMN USELESS! I WAS SUPPOSED TO HELP WITH POLAND AND GERMANY'S FRIENDSHIP BUT IN THE END ALL I DID WAS MAKE IT WORSE BEFORE IT GOT BETTER! IT WASN'T EVEN MY–"
"Shhhhhhh," Mal's finger was on my lips, silencing me. He wrapped me in a fierce hug whispering, "You aren't useless Singa. If anything you...are...are you crying?" He was right. Sobs wracked my body as the dam of emotions finally broke. I blubbered incoherently, burying my head in his chest. He hugged me tighter, not saying a word. "I just feel so useless. Like what am I even doing here? What makes Papa even think I'm capable of being a mediator between the two?! All I did was get myself injured!" I continued to rant between sobs, my body shaking like a leaf. Mal just stood there, rubbing circles on my back, staying silent.
