There were no mirrors in the German household. No reflective surfaces, only dull surfaces. Germany hadn't allowed reflective surfaces in his house ever since he was allowed custody of his house again after WW2, after the Berlin Wall fell. Germany was afraid of mirrors, but it was for a more sinister reason than you might think. He was afraid of seeing himself, only instead of him. It was the monster that his father wanted him to be, the one he never wanted to be. But what happens when Germany's son, Fourth Reich, brings a miniscule make-up mirror into his room? Will Germany finally confront his trauma? Or will he fall deeper into the pit of despair and denial he has dug himself into? Okay, so this is kinda based on Nightvale and how all of the mirrors are covered in the Radio Tower. Cover art is mine ^^ I drew it.