Hate. All that was in her eyes was pure hate. She hated who she was. She hated the man in front of her. She hated the silver bracelet that was twisting around her wrist that was a constant reminder. The name etched in the bracelet was now one she absolutely hated: German Confederacy.
"Germany," She growled out, voice cracking from pain and exhaustion. "How could you?"
"It was not my decision [Name]," He replied a soft tone that sounded so foreign to her ears.
"I'm [country name]!" She screamed, her voice echoing throughout the office where the two stood- facing each other. "I'm [country name]! I'm not the German Confederacy; I'm [country name]!" Desperation crept into her voice every time she shouted her rightful country name.
"Nein," Germany snapped, hurting just as much as she was. He did not want to see her pain- especially because it was his doing. This was never supposed to happen. [Country name] was never supposed to dissolve into the country of Germany like Prussia had. "You are the German Confederacy or better known as South Germany!"
"No!" She continued to scream, not being able to process what he was telling her. She felt the pain that her people were going through- their confusion and heartache and it was killing her. "I'm [country name]!"
Germany watched her sink to the ground clutching her head in pain and confusion. "I'm sorry that this happened South. I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me."
Tears streamed down her face as she watched the blond nation walk out of the meeting room in her former capital. In a blink of an eye her country was gone. "But…I'm not South. I'm [Country name]."