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  Nearly two nights had passed since Liz had gotten to this strange village. She wasnt sure if she liked it yet. The people where kind and open, the atmosphere about the place was a relaxing upbeat one, and everything no matter how old it appeared was tidy and neat. Although....something about it all was off. Yes the towns folk 'seemed' nice and open, but it always seemed like there was something on each of their minds, something none of them wanted to talk about. It was unsettling. It was around Midnight now, or at least thats what Liz had guessed. She hadnt been looking at the time, but instead either reading in a corner with Gilbird on her shoulder or gazing out the window at the eerier woods. She rested her head in her arms as she leaned forward to rest on the window sill. The Night air was nice and relaxing, but wasnt it always here? Liz weakly grinned at Gilbird as he hopped around around on the sill next to her face. Slowly she closed her eyes and listened to the soft hum of the wind.
Liz only opened them when she swore she had heard music. Which was odd, because it didnt appear to be coming from a close source. Meaning it couldnt be a villager who was for some reason up this late. It was a sad haunting tune....a violin maybe? Liz rose from her resting position. Part of her was pleading to close the window and go to bed, dont go out! But she didnt listen to it. She glanced to her small yellow friend before grabbing an old green hoodie and quietly leaving her room. Liz did her best not to wake anyone as she crept down stairs and out of the Inn. She heading in the directing the tune seemed to be coming from. The only time she stopped was right before hesitantly entering the wood. Her mind went blank for awhile, filled only with determination of finding the musics source. It was too late when she noticed that she was completely lost...and alone. It was too late to turn, her only chance of finding a way out was to find the violinist who was creating this long sad tune. After a bit longer Liz stumbled into a clearing. A smaller old cabin was the only thing she saw at first. Her eyes suddenly fixed on the back of a man. The white haired man she'd seen in the ally. He hadnt noticed her at all, instead he was still playing on a violin that looked like it should have been retired long ago. She zoned out once again and was now standing right behind him. Slowly she raised her hand up and stretched it out just barley so that she was gripping the back of his torn uniform.
"Pru....ssia" She muttered.
She felt the man tense up and the music stopped. Quickly she took a few steps back and stared at her hand.
"No....wait, what?" She knitted her brow unsure on what exactly she had just said. Her heart stopped when she looked back up and was greeted with the mans pain filled face.
"I- I should go now, Im sorry to have disturbed you..I'll just...go no-"
"Dont-..."
Liz didnt move she continued to stare unable to take her gaze away from his one uncovered eye.
"What did you say before?"
"I should lea-"
"No...before that"
Liz looked down at her hand again. Why was this mans voice so familiar? She'd heard it before. Maybe in this exact pain filled tone as well.
"I dont know"
The man let out a heavy breath, as if he'd been holding it. He looked at her with such hope, broken lost hope. Almost like he had lost that hope long ago. He took a single step forward and Liz took two back.
"Please, Im sorry. I didnt mean too"
"Mean to what?"
"No..I mean-" He let out a startled shaky breath.
"You need to leave." His voice was suddenly stern and serious.
"Now."
Liz didnt hesitate she turned and began to quickly walk away, she needed to get out of her, something was off, she didnt like it.
She hadnt even made it out of the clearing before she felt a hand tightly grip her shoulder.
"Tooo late~"
Too scared to make a sound Liz spun around. It was him, the man but something was different. His eye seemed less sad, and more taunting, more cold. He had a nasty grin stuck onto his face showing sharp teeth...like a monster.
"You were much too slow, should have run when you had that chance. Although it would be rude of me to not re-introduce myself. Of course, you've seemed to forgotten me."
Liz couldnt move, no matter how bad she wanted to. Yet somehow she still found a way to force words out of her mouth.
"Who...what are you? I've never seen you in my life!"
His grin seemed to grow, if that was at all possible.
"Oh how amusing. You know me...or well I guess this face. Theres that nagging feeling in the back of your mind a horrible nasty one really. It's making you oh so curious isnt it?"
"How-"
"Gilbert Beilschmidt! Thats my name. I know that name is just going to drive you crazy so let me help you out a bit"
He waved his arms dramatically as he spoke. He moved closer towards Liz's face before he continued.
"You all changed, and when did you all change again? The wonderful WWII! Germany grew sad and distant, Austria no longer played his lovely music, France and Spain both fell silent. Oh and of course that all just sparked things with other countries. Dont say anything I know, I know. You're a country, you know other countries whatever!"
   It really didnt seem like he was taking any breaths, there were no breaks or pauses in his speech, and he just kept going. Liz's mind began to spin. Its true, all of what he was saying was true.
"Here's the good part. They stole something didnt they? Or at least thats what poor old Germany said wasnt it? None of you know what he meant, or who stole what. Neither did her however, that didnt stop from him from repeating himself over and over though now did it!"
His voice was growing more and more aggressive, his scary grin was replaced with a scowl. Liz just stood there, watching him. He head began to throb. Gilbert's attention was no longer on Liz, but he kept rambling on. He spun in circles yelling about how no body cared enough, no body even noticed. Liz didnt pay him any attention though. She just kept thinking about what he meant. They stole something. What did they steal? It was a question everyone was asking themselves for years now. For some reason of all the moments she decided to magically remember it had to be now. The man had calmed down and was silent now, back turned to Liz. She looked up and spoke.
"They stole-"
"Me."
The man turned around. His sad pained expression returned. They hadnt really stolen him, it was more like they stole his identy, who he was. The Allies won the war, and Prussia dissolved. No longer a country. Why had they forgotten? why did he leave, and why now of all times did she have to remember.

Description
  Nearly two nights had passed since Liz had gotten to this strange village. She wasnt sure if she liked it yet. The people where kind and open, the atmosphere about the place was a relaxing upbeat one, and everything no matter how old it appeared was tidy and neat. Although....something about it all was off. Yes the towns folk 'seemed' nice and open, but it always seemed like there was something on each of their minds, something none of them wanted to talk about. It was unsettling. It was around Midnight now, or at least thats what Liz had guessed. She hadnt been looking at the time, but instead either reading in a corner with Gilbird on her shoulder or gazing out the window at the eerier woods. She rested her head in her arms as she leaned forward to rest on the window sill. The Night air was nice and relaxing, but wasnt it always here? Liz weakly grinned at Gilbird as he hopped around around on the sill next to her face. Slowly she closed her eyes and listened to the soft hum of the wind.
Liz only opened them when she swore she had heard music. Which was odd, because it didnt appear to be coming from a close source. Meaning it couldnt be a villager who was for some reason up this late. It was a sad haunting tune....a violin maybe? Liz rose from her resting position. Part of her was pleading to close the window and go to bed, dont go out! But she didnt listen to it. She glanced to her small yellow friend before grabbing an old green hoodie and quietly leaving her room. Liz did her best not to wake anyone as she crept down stairs and out of the Inn. She heading in the directing the tune seemed to be coming from. The only time she stopped was right before hesitantly entering the wood. Her mind went blank for awhile, filled only with determination of finding the musics source. It was too late when she noticed that she was completely lost...and alone. It was too late to turn, her only chance of finding a way out was to find the violinist who was creating this long sad tune. After a bit longer Liz stumbled into a clearing. A smaller old cabin was the only thing she saw at first. Her eyes suddenly fixed on the back of a man. The white haired man she'd seen in the ally. He hadnt noticed her at all, instead he was still playing on a violin that looked like it should have been retired long ago. She zoned out once again and was now standing right behind him. Slowly she raised her hand up and stretched it out just barley so that she was gripping the back of his torn uniform.
"Pru....ssia" She muttered.
She felt the man tense up and the music stopped. Quickly she took a few steps back and stared at her hand.
"No....wait, what?" She knitted her brow unsure on what exactly she had just said. Her heart stopped when she looked back up and was greeted with the mans pain filled face.
"I- I should go now, Im sorry to have disturbed you..I'll just...go no-"
"Dont-..."
Liz didnt move she continued to stare unable to take her gaze away from his one uncovered eye.
"What did you say before?"
"I should lea-"
"No...before that"
Liz looked down at her hand again. Why was this mans voice so familiar? She'd heard it before. Maybe in this exact pain filled tone as well.
"I dont know"
The man let out a heavy breath, as if he'd been holding it. He looked at her with such hope, broken lost hope. Almost like he had lost that hope long ago. He took a single step forward and Liz took two back.
"Please, Im sorry. I didnt mean too"
"Mean to what?"
"No..I mean-" He let out a startled shaky breath.
"You need to leave." His voice was suddenly stern and serious.
"Now."
Liz didnt hesitate she turned and began to quickly walk away, she needed to get out of her, something was off, she didnt like it.
She hadnt even made it out of the clearing before she felt a hand tightly grip her shoulder.
"Tooo late~"
Too scared to make a sound Liz spun around. It was him, the man but something was different. His eye seemed less sad, and more taunting, more cold. He had a nasty grin stuck onto his face showing sharp teeth...like a monster.
"You were much too slow, should have run when you had that chance. Although it would be rude of me to not re-introduce myself. Of course, you've seemed to forgotten me."
Liz couldnt move, no matter how bad she wanted to. Yet somehow she still found a way to force words out of her mouth.
"Who...what are you? I've never seen you in my life!"
His grin seemed to grow, if that was at all possible.
"Oh how amusing. You know me...or well I guess this face. Theres that nagging feeling in the back of your mind a horrible nasty one really. It's making you oh so curious isnt it?"
"How-"
"Gilbert Beilschmidt! Thats my name. I know that name is just going to drive you crazy so let me help you out a bit"
He waved his arms dramatically as he spoke. He moved closer towards Liz's face before he continued.
"You all changed, and when did you all change again? The wonderful WWII! Germany grew sad and distant, Austria no longer played his lovely music, France and Spain both fell silent. Oh and of course that all just sparked things with other countries. Dont say anything I know, I know. You're a country, you know other countries whatever!"
   It really didnt seem like he was taking any breaths, there were no breaks or pauses in his speech, and he just kept going. Liz's mind began to spin. Its true, all of what he was saying was true.
"Here's the good part. They stole something didnt they? Or at least thats what poor old Germany said wasnt it? None of you know what he meant, or who stole what. Neither did her however, that didnt stop from him from repeating himself over and over though now did it!"
His voice was growing more and more aggressive, his scary grin was replaced with a scowl. Liz just stood there, watching him. He head began to throb. Gilbert's attention was no longer on Liz, but he kept rambling on. He spun in circles yelling about how no body cared enough, no body even noticed. Liz didnt pay him any attention though. She just kept thinking about what he meant. They stole something. What did they steal? It was a question everyone was asking themselves for years now. For some reason of all the moments she decided to magically remember it had to be now. The man had calmed down and was silent now, back turned to Liz. She looked up and spoke.
"They stole-"
"Me."
The man turned around. His sad pained expression returned. They hadnt really stolen him, it was more like they stole his identy, who he was. The Allies won the war, and Prussia dissolved. No longer a country. Why had they forgotten? why did he leave, and why now of all times did she have to remember.