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(Y/N) Pov:

Berlin's tour of the building was short. In fact, you wouldn't really call it a 'tour' since you visited most likely only 1/3 of the building... Berlin would stop every two doors and say it was private, Third Reich's businesses or sometimes wouldn't even muster a word. Like bro... Are you allowed to show me around or not?

Nevermind that, you wasted no time when he had to leave to just go in one of the rooms he actually showed you. You picked some papers and pen, and started writing. In every other timeline you came across, you did nothing to change the slightest detail of History. Maybe it was because you first thought it was a dream or because (B/F/N) was there or that you knew that you couldn't change what was written in the sketchbook.

However, now there is no dreams, no (B/F/N), and no sketchbook. Since changing major events would prevent your knowledge of the future, you would focus more on 'lesser' things such as maybe diminishing the total number of deaths by the end of the war? It would be rather...nice. After all, you had nothing to lose, and it wasn't like you couldn't do anything. You had direct contact with Third Reich, maybe you could try to influence him and do things behind his back.

And what if you got hurt? Honestly, you were a bit tired to always stay back just by fear of what could happen. Plus, you had those weird powers you kept forgetting, what could you do with them? You already healed Christoph and Berthold, you could maybe heal yourself. You had suspicions it was what happened at the explosion of German Empire's estate, where you found yourself without any scratches when waking up amongst ruins.

You also had some control over objects if you remember correctly where you would have fixed your and (B/F/N)'s phone in America. The first theory was that since you were the protagonist, you kinda had control over this universe? It sounds so confusing and unimaginable that you kept forgetting to use or try it.

Nevertheless you kept writing. You tried to remember everything about WW2 that you knew, you tried making timelines, adding some details, poorly drawn maps etc... You ended up with a nice stack of papers. You put them together and looked around. You had to find some kind of place to put them in. Those seemingly dull papers might be a real treasure if someone else reads it.

Not everyone has good intentions once they learn about the future, you were just taking the risk of writing these down only because it would be more proper and you surely won't forget a few things, as well as adding a few more if you remembered more in the following hours.

-"Where could I put those..."

You whispered under your breath and looked around, you found a sort of pouch to put the papers in, before walking out of the room, making sure not to attract much attention on the papers you were carrying. As you headed through the endless corridors, a few voices with different accents from a nearby room caught your attention. You tried not to get distracted to try and find an area where to put your precious papers but a familiar voice definitely made you turn around and approached the slightly open door.

'France...What is he doing here?' You wondered. You could recognise the voice, as annoying as ever. While thinking you got a slight idea of why he would be in an important Third Reich's building, but at the same time you were clueless as to why his voice sounded so nonchalant. Nevermind that, you wanted to tell him a few things.

After having hid the papers in your coat, you opened the door confidently and entered, eyes narrowing. However, your expectations fell when you found yourself not in a small room like you thought, but some big area with tables and couches. The kind of place that 'distinguished men' would use to talk about the current's philosophical ideas at the fireplace or something.

The continuous chattering rang in your ears and you felt like a little kid standing at the doorframe alone. Fortunately for you, no one seemed to have noticed you, and the sounds of people arguing made you look towards a nearby table. You weren't surprised when you saw said French man leaning on one of the round tables, not caring about the card game that was laying on the tablecloth and which was supposedly happening earlier, with an angry face while raising his voice at a fellow country. You didn't fail to notice the Vichy symbol in the middle of his vertical white stripe.

Your gaze went over to the other countries that were at his table and you were a bit surprised to see new countries like Francoist Spain, that was sitting comfortably at the table while holding some cards, grinning with an arrogant smirk at the French. He was definitely the reason for France's outburst. Next to the other two you saw Belgium, who clearly looked bored and was just focusing on his cards, not caring about the two other countries next to him.

You quietly stepped in and closed the door behind you, before glancing around the room more closely. You noticed a few other countries that were further away, like the Netherlands that was just sitting on a armchair next to the fireplace, a cigarette between his teeth while he was reading some newspaper. Finally you almost didn't see Norway. He was standing at the other side of the room, just staring through the window with a frown. 'By his face he looks like he's the only one that's actually saddened to be here.' You thought as you stared at his face from afar.

-"YOU PIECE OF MERDE! YOU CHEATED!" Yelling made you look back at the table where the game of cards was interrupted by France (again). Francoist Spain simply grinned at him while mixing up his cards.

-"I didn't cheat, you're just not very clever. I thought that, seeing what happened to you, you'd be more focused on anticipating every possibility of a situation." The Spanish country said with an arrogant smirk as he teased France about that. Belgium who was still at the table gave him a long silent glare, while France was everything but silent.

-"What did you mean by that? HUH!" France exclaimed, while the answer was obvious for both of them. Spain just shrugged and put up his hands like if he surrendered.

-"Calm down! I was just saying... If you had a bit more of a brain, you wouldn't be in this room, in this country currently." His reply made you snicker a bit, the two acted like kids. However Belgium noticed your presence not far away from the door but he just shrugged it off, surely thinking you were some kind of servant, before focusing more on the arguing next to him. You took notice of how Norway just sighs at the other side of the room while rubbing his temples, and Netherlands rolling his eyes and surely muttering a few curses under his breath. Everyone was clearly fed up with the French and Spanish's shenanigans.

You glanced down at yourself while the arguing was still going in your ears. You were kinda unsure on what to do. It's the first time you meet so many new countryhumans at the same time. Plus the few awkward encounters you had with France, about centuries apart which always ended in a fight and explosions. You still had a grudge because of the scar on the back of your head, remaining of the bullet he shot you in the head. By accident, yes, but it still hurt like hell!

You patted your cloak where you could feel the papers you made earlier under, before you walked more surely across the room. As you walked further you smelt more of the evidence of tobacco and smoke in the air, as well as some alcohol. You headed towards the rounded table, ready to meet two new countries, as well as traumatising one other.

While France and Spain 'talked', Belgium was fiddling with his cards and a glass of alcohol you just noticed was present. He glanced up and noticed you, his gaze bored but he nonetheless gave a slight pat on France's sleeve before pointing slightly at you when said countryhuman turned his attention to him.

As Belgium kept pointing, Spain looked in your direction. His eyes betrayed his slight surprise, before he calmed down and smirked.

-"Why, hello there young sir/lady. May we help you with something?" You raised an eyebrow at his sugar-coated tone. You might be seeing him for the first time but you knew for a fact he wasn't acting like this earlier. From the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of Belgium rolling his eyes and mumbling something, you could just understand the words 'stupid', 'Spain' and 'human'. You cleared your throat to answer but someone else beat you to it.

"Oh, but if it isn't the Angel of Germany themself? How many times will you resurrect to grant us of your divine presence?" France's sarcastic voice made your gaze switch to his tricolour flag, where rested a forced smile.  Your eyebrows furrowed immediately upon seeing him again this close.

"And if it isn't the Great Country of France! After how many lost battles will you finally die?" You snarled back, and his face turned into a frown quickly as you both glared at eachother. Belgium finally stopped sipping his drink as his attention was now picked at the underlined insult to the French, while Spain was watching with both amusement and curiousity.

-"My, my! It seems that our dear France knows this ravishing person! The angel of Germany you say? I must say I wasn't expecting this appearance." Spain spoke, smiling a bit to himself as he observed you. You spared him a glance.

-"What is this title you're talking about?" You ask in slight confusion on where it came from and how other countries would know about it. Your curiousity took over the envy to bicker with France. Spain raised an eyebrow at your words, as he looked pleasantly surprised.

-"Oh? You speak Spanish my dear?" He said, making the nearby countries looking at him in confusion. You pursued your lips and sweatdropped. This was gonna be hard to explain...

-"What do you mean Spanish? They speak my Walloon. In a perfect way surprisingly." Belgium spoke for the first time. His appearance was slightly younger than the other two, and he had a calm but serious voice. France kept his mouth shut but it was clear he didn't really understand what they were talking about. For him, the words that came out of your mouth were in a perfect french, no doubt. You sighed and put a hand through your hair, thinking on what to say. The three countries were glancing at eachother in a tense silence.

"I speak (Your Language)." You finally said, annoyed.

-"You only hear your own language because I am meant to be understood by everybody... unfortunately." You frowned as you looked away. It would have been easier for you to make secret plans with other people if you could talk in another language. The countries looked mildly surprised and Spain chuckled.

-"Hm... So you really have some unexplainable things about you... despite of your appearance that is." He said while eyeing you up and down. The others were silent. Belgium was looking at you curiously (but without Spain's insisting look) and France was frowning slightly for some reason.

-"And of course, like any human being, you selfishly take advantage of those 'abilities' of yours.". France spoke accusingly with a slight glare, as he sat back down. You turn towards him, dislike apparent on your face.

-"And what do you mean by that?" You asked him, your hands clutching the edge of your shirt slightly to keep your voice steady. He had the skill to annoy you immediately.

-"Well, I don't see you on the battlefield now do I? With your 'abilities' I'm sure you could have saved hundreds of people. And yet, every time I see you, you're cowering behind a powerful country. First British Empire, then German Empire, and finally Third Reich."

He told you mockingly. You glared at him slightly, even if a part of you was guilty. You were planning to change that. But, in another thought you still found it weird for him that he first saw you with the British Empire when for you, it was with German Empire.

-"Yeah, it's definitely not like you had given up and sided with the Reich." Spain spoke before you while smiling at France, to which France responded by a glare.

-"You shut up. You have no say in it, you're also with Third Reich." France said but Franco Spain corrected him, shrugging.

-"I am neutral. He simply helped me for my civil war. Be grateful I take the time to come see you losers." He put his hands behind his head as he leaned back in his chair. He spoke loudly enough so everyone in the room except you was glaring at him.

"... Whatever." France said, to the surprise of everyone who thought he was gonna argue back like every time, but he simply glared before reverting his gaze to you.

"I just want to fix an issue I have with them." He  glanced at you, and while ignoring everyone, he stood up and grabbed your arm as he pulled you to the other side of the room so no one could hear too much, you looked at him in confusion.

-"What issue? I've never done anything to you!" You told him when he stopped before he gripped your wrists tightly, forcing you to look at him. He didn't look very happy. You used that few seconds to take in his appearance. He looked way more beaten up than last time you saw him, and you noticed a lot of scars that seemed recent, like the half-hidden swastika on his neck that was made by cuts.

"You're right. You personally did nothing, but because of you, I got plenty of shit!" He exclaimed and shook you slightly as if to accentuate his point.

-"First there was British Empire that kept blaming me for losing you, and then! Then!" His hand shook slightly, and you noticed there was more than anger in his face, there was also a hint of fear hidden in his rage.

"THEN! He blamed ME for the shot YOU took!" He told you, his eyes glaring into your eyes, he pulled you closer as he spoke in your face in anger.

"Do you even know what he did to me? What I had to suffer through just because you thought to act like a hero and miserably failed? And I was the one taking the consequences! I swear, Poland himself would have pitied me despite everything!" He continued to yell at you, like if you were the one who did this to him. You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, your feelings mixed.

"Listen, I have noth-" France just cut you off, maybe he didn't even hear you.

"And the worst thing! Now, I still have to obey him, having to bow and salute him, like an ally!" He pointed at the symbols on his white stripe while looking at you in anger.

"I seriously did nothing for this to happen! It's not my fault if he's a psycho!" You argued, frowning and he just glared at you.

-"I don't care. I still blame you." He said, crossing his arms and looking away, like a hot-headed child. Your mind blew off.

"Seriously?"

-"Yes. You ruined my life. Now I am bound to a German bastard." He pouted and turned around. You blinked in disbelief behind him. You knew he was acting like a child unconsciously. He still looked like a spoiled brat.

"You still have contact with the Allies with the Resistance." You told him in the silence and he froze. He turned slightly around and gave you a death glare.

"What did you say?" He said in a venom tone. You were about to reply but he just gripped your shoulders, grinning forcefully at you.

-"GO ON! Yell it next time so everyone can hear it!!!" He exclaimed and you realised he was just being sarcastic, he gripped your shoulders so tightly it was hurting and he just pulled your head close as he glared at you.

"Do you want my death or?" He whispered harshly. You saw the other countries throwing concerned glances.

-"If Third Reich were to hear about it... I would have a free cell next to Poland and would be tortured until I say everything. For now he thinks that it's only a small thing within my people, No one should know the countryhuman itself is a part of it. And  if you tell him... Your head won't be the only thing shot and I'll make sure you don't relive again because of some miracle."

He whispered to you, trying to be quiet so the other countries don't hear but despite his quietness, his voice was still full of aggressiveness and hate towards you. Now you were just embarrassed because the looks of concern from the others just turned into smirks because from their point of view they just saw France holding you close to him while holding your chin close and whispering things to you.

-"Understood?" France asked, narrowing his eyes as he let go of your head. You nodded slightly even if you wanted to say many things. You opened your mouth but a masculine voice advanced you.

-"Very well." France froze and looked in slight fear at the one behind your shoulders and you soon felt yourself being pulled into Third Reich's chest, as he glared at France like he was about to murder him. He didn't like how he walked on France touching his angel. France's expression was the definition of 'being doomed' while you were very uneasy at being in the arms of the Nazi leader, he was holding you protectively against him.

The whole room was silent as everyone stopped what they were doing when Third Reich entered. All the countries looked at him with apprehension and a bit of fear at his anger.

-"Now, France. Do you mind telling me why you were so close to (Y/N), even after my...warnings?" Third Reich asked with venom in his voice and pulled you closer, to which you cringed. However, you noticed he wasn't holding you too tightly, he wasn't hurting you. He genuinely wanted to hold you in a comfortable and safe embrace, like the deity he imagined you to be.

France gulped and sweatdropped, you didn't know if it was the light but it was like his scars were bleeding again slightly. He glanced at you with a fearful gaze, and you could do nothing but stare back at him with an embarrassed face and a little shrug. You didn't do anything for this to happen.

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