Multiple Personality Disorder Germany X Reader

     The door slid open, a dirge of a sound. Slow steps, then a soft grunt as body met mattress. Germany sighed. Another long idiotic afternoon with Russia making fun of him, America still not trusting him and Poland terrified. But he couldn't blame them. No one could.

     He sat up, sliding across the bed to be next to his night stand where the sound of a cassette tape rewinding began, before halting, and Germany pressed play, the most lovely of sounds beginning to fill the room.

         "Hallo, Germany," (Y/N)'s voice greeted, "Let me guess, Russia was drunk again?"

The Country chuckled.

         "You know us to vell," he told the voice, "He said I vas a mistake, that I should have been liquidated the minute the vwar ended. Zhat dummkopf forgets his own crimes."

The silence continues. Germany often had a longer list of grievances, but not this time. He had holed himself up in his office most that day, another reason why it had gone by so slowly... because she wasn't there with him this time. Then her voice started again.

         "Well you're still you, so that's another war won. Let's look at the brighter side of things, okay? How was work?"

         "Fruitful," he nodded, sliding to lay down on his grey sheets, "Though slow vithout you here, but so goes life vhen the one you love is far away vith no service," he chuckled at his joke, but the small smile quickly faded, "I might be able to vin Polen's trust... Of course zhat's if... if you know who doesn't come back."

         "He won't do anything," (Y/N) assured, voice soft and knowing, but Germany didn't believe the voice in his head, "I made sure of-"

         "How can you vhen you're not here?" He demanded an answer, the voice drowned out by his own anger and frustration, "Vhy von't you tell me? Vhat did he do to you? Vhat... Vhat did you do to protect me and my people? (Y/N) vhat did you give to him, zhat monster! Zhird did not deserve you... any part of you..."

He waited for his answer, but he only received silence for a good long minute. Then her voice came out from the little black box again, the same answer he received, and he knew it wasn't the one he wanted, because he heard it every night.

         "I love you too, Germany. I'll see you at the end of time. Gute Nacht."

     A routine, a constant never ending cycle of sorrow, sometimes joy, just in hearing her voice again, but it was always short lived, or he was to tired to listen through the entire recording. America suggested using Virtual Reality to see her again, or making movies with the newest in animation, making Japan begin to fangirl about Alita Battle Angel, a few other movies mentioned such as the new Star Wars and Gemini Man. Germany refused the offers. No he didn't want to see what wasn't there, it would only make his yearning more prominent. Besides, digital objects were easier to corrupt, a simple tape player was hardy, easy to hide, easy to transport, easy to use. It didn't help that Germany could be nostalgic from time to time too.

         "Nazi trash!"

     Then the routine was broken, the cycle interrupted. Germany struggled with his lock, trying to make it to his bedroom before Third Reich reached the surface, hands shaking, teeth painfully sharpened after each toxic breath. His colors were corrupted like lengthening veins and chipping paint as the feared flag began to appear. He stumbled up the stairs, echoing laughter cutting through his mind like knives, he knew them well. Then he fell, his bedroom door opened just a crack. He would remember nothing past watching the floor come to close for comfort.

     Third sighed, getting to open the door enough to just barely fit through before he closed it again, about to walk away before turning back and locking the handle as well as the deadbolt. He chuckled, looking around the bland room. He decided Germany needed a woman's touch to his décor... of which was nonexistent. Both the woman and décor. White eyes scanned the room, finding the night stand where Germany failed to hide his cassette, so loved, so fragile and in much danger. Third took it out, examining the black object before setting it to the side. He huffed, bending down to reach beneath the bed. Grumbling, the dictator mumbled an exasperated 'finally', pulling at the metal ring embedded in the floor. The contents of this hole being a single cassette, easily replacing the other. The one labeled "Germany", this one labeled "Third Reich".

The sound of the play button filled the room, the first time this cassette was played, so it needed no rewinding.

         "Something truly went wrong if you're here, Third," a slightly reserved (Y/N) made her entrance, making the murderer laugh.

         "Oh so knowledgeable you are, Fraulein." He told the voice, "Germany vas once again veakened by the idea of vinning Polen's trust. You two are such fools. Vhat you vant you take, nothing more, nothing less."

         "Yet you still could not take me," there was no pause, (Y/N) knew how this conversation would go, she had it many times before, "You're weak, not Germany."

         "Veak? I could destroy his precious tape right now!" He threatened,  "und I'll rule zhis vorld!"

         "The sound of empty threats and broken promises," (Y/N) cooed, and Third found himself shivering at the sound, he sat on the bed, not bothering to change to his usual uniform like he always would, "You never did love me, so go ahead, and our wager is off."

     A long pause, but the delayed answer was from Third, not (Y/N). He remembered their wager well. Begin his rule through pure political means, with no genocide of any people, no violence, and she would tell him where Germany's new son is hiding. Said son would be... six, no seven, by now. (Y/N) told him that New Germany would take over once he was old enough... And Germany would lose all power, rendering Third Reich powerless as well. What he didn't know, was that such a son didn't exist. (Y/N) never married Germany, so never laid with him. 

         "A true torturess you are, Fraulein," he chuckled, "Still, it doesn't matter anymore... you are gone, and my stipulation is null und void... you vill never carry my heir... besides how could you tell me vhere-"

         "You know I have my ways," She interrupted him, the recording skipping a beat as dust from the cassette halted it's playing for a moment, "And I have never gone back on a promise. I'll never love you as I do Germany, and I can hardly wait to hear your screams in hell. Gute Nacht, Third Reich."

     The failed Country growled, tearing the cassette tape from it's place and slamming it back into it's hole, before he cried. Never to admit it out loud he screamed of how he missed her in his mind... he couldn't have Germany's memories, they were to separate of a person, same with Germany and Third's memories. Neither knew of the other's life aside from subtle hints or rummaging through each other's things. He set Germany's cassette back in it's place, before slipping into an unrestful sleep, until Germany gained back control.

(I had this idea awhile ago, I thought it was a good one. Hope you enjoyed!)