I hope you enjoy reading Account 3 with Prussia and Germany. It's not going to be too sad this time, it's like a break from all the pain and tragedy you have read from the first two accounts, but an account like this is going to be rare. You could also request for accounts based on a country, and I'll try my best.

Thanks for the reviews, they help me get motivated throughout all this.

Also for the reviewer, Abc, thanks for the review. :D And for Romano, that will be confidential, just to add to the suspense. I might even write about Italy and Romano again in the future.

Among Dust

"Ludwig, the trade routes connecting to the rest of Germany and Austria are being developed in success, with these plans, then we could make a safe haven for the survivors," a brown-haired German explained to a tired Germany with a clipboard, giving Ludwig smiles of pride. "You and your brother did well in connected our borders with Austria, if we could do this right, then we could build a civilization based on the borders of our bunkers and trade routes, and we'll continue rebuilding civilization reaching from Britain to Japan. We could even find a way to the Americas, and start anew.

Ludwig gave a small sigh at the massive plan the man told to him; he never thought that could work, since it took too many bullet wounds to even get through the rest of Germany's bunkers to Austria's without dying, hell, it wasn't helping for his brother, Prussia, as well. Although, the plan of uniting the broken civilization into a new civilization was kinda comforting, since Ludwig was stressed with the concepts of nuclear radiation, and the death of his friends and neighboring countries.

"Ja, that's a nice plan, but shouldn't we focus on making sure our bunkers and trade routes are secured?" Germany questioned the happy-looking German. "It would be better if we make sure they are secure before we can advance our relations and routes to more parts of Europe, so that no weaknesses can be formed."

The brown-haired German shrugged. "Well, that could also work. I'm no good at strategy or tactics, but it's your orders."

Germany nodded as he obtained the clipboard from the man. "Of course, I would like to gain some privacy so I could choose what we should do next."

"Alright Ludwig," the German responded, leaving the steel office with an audible bang that made Ludwig mutter.

Germany knew that his orders of connecting Europe into a thriving land was going to be hard; the wastelands weren't seen as harmless or intense, since the radiation, mutants, raiders, cannibals, and dangerous terrain supported this. Germany groaned a little as he sat in an immobile chair, examining the printed words on the paper pressed down by the clipboard's appendages, hearing the engines of the Berlin Bunk groaning above him in a steady tone.

Germany's eyes weren't good for wear from the signs of fatigue, and his body's shoulders and appendages sagged occasionally from the usual physical work of keeping the Berlin bunker and the trade routes safe. It wasn't an easy process, but with the help of his brother, Prussia, they were able to keep everything stable without any recent attacks from raiders, it was a miracle that the attacks were beginning to subside.

Germany dashed his eyes through the paper, carefully apprehending every detail to make sure he didn't skip any major aspects. He softly placed the paper onto his desk, and signed his name in pen onto the line that had no visible signature. He laid the sheet into a black box, and decided that he should have a break, since he was finished with the paper work for the bunker.

Germany walked to the door with his footsteps echoing around the room, grabbing his ragged coat, placing it on him to cover his white shirt when he walked out from the door. The silent chatter welcomed Ludwig to the hallways, where some residents wore clothing that seem to be now worn out from their limited supply of clothing supply, but Germany didn't bother with that insignificant problem as he focused on what he's doing.

Germany walked through the narrow hallways, maneuvering through different people who spoke in their German tongue, and entered into a lobby, where couches that were slightly damaged through the years were in use, the lights vibrant but dull.

"Hey West!" a loud voice made Ludwig halt, turning around to see a German running to him with a grin and pale hair. Ludwig sighed at the sight of his brother, Gilbert, also known as Prussia, who came up to him for some unknown purpose, but Germany was relieved that Prussia's wounds healed.

"Yes Prussia?" Germany asked with a sigh. "What do you want?"

"Oh, Ludwig, I'm just here because these government guys told me to tell you that we have another mission into the shitty lands above, and I am bored since there's nothing to do here, so let's go!"

"Hold on!" Germany tugged on Prussia's jacket before Prussia had time to run to the direction of the bunker's entrance. "Are you sure that you are healed enough for this, Prussia? You did gain some severe wounds, and suggesting that you get barraged by bullets isn't helping you."

"Come on, West," Prussia shrugged with no consideration to his voice. "I'm healed, and I hate having to just count the cracks on the ceiling all day. They only have a few books there – which I finished – so I want to go before I die of boredom."

Germany gave an aggravated groan at this, since he remembered a few weeks ago when the two had a mission to go to Austria to connect their trade routes with the country's bunkers, and Prussia was ambushed by raiders, gaining bullet wounds that looked severe. Germany killed the raiders, and Prussia gained medical attention in the Salzburg bunker, where Prussia was treated enough to return to their own bunker so Prussia can get more care then what Germany can gain from foreign wards in Austria. Prussia seems to be fine though, even if it took some suspicious time for Prussia to heal, but Germany wasn't going to interrogate him, not yet.

"Fine Prussia, you can come," Germany answered with defeat in his voice, but Prussia ignored it as he walked to the direction of their weapon storage.

"Awesome, West! I knew my little brother can't say no to a brother in need," Prussia exclaimed with pride, but Germany shook his head in dismay as they walked over to the metal vault that protected their weapons.

Germany pressed his fingers into the numbers on the wall, where he placed a four number pin. The vault shifted with gears and engines activating somewhere concealed in the metal walls, and the vault groaned as it moved from its resting place, relocating itself into a slot in the wall, making the weapons on the racks come into view. Prussia and Germany walked into the room filled with weaponry, taking what's needed for the mission, which Prussia was explaining to his brother as a conversation starter.

"They want us to guard some convoys, since they're going to sign with Belgium and Netherlands about some more routes, at least we're not riding to Austria's or Hungary's house, because I don't think I can live another day without fearing for my ass," Prussia explained in his normal banter while he grabbed a Beretta 38/42, inserting cartridges into its chambers.

"Don't be surprised if we have to guard convoys through Russia's or Austria's, since we got to make sure we have contact with surviving countries, and commerce," Germany responded to Prussia's repartee, taking a pistol and Beretta, inserting cartridges in them while grabbing unarmed grenades with his left hand.

Prussia gave an annoyed groan. "I would rather stay in the hospital."

"That's not healthy, brother," Germany claimed, placing his assorted weapons into a black bag, waiting for Prussia to also do so with his weapons. "Staying in bed without any motor skills, not using your body properly, that's just going to kill you."

"I'm not a human, brother," Prussia bickered, placing his weapons into the black bag Germany handed him. "I can't die that easily."

Germany was silent at that statement. With him ignoring Prussia's remark, he placed the heavy bag's straps onto his right shoulder, and exited the armory with his brother, hearing the gears of the vault supporting the vault back to its original place.

Germany was thinking, his thoughts were moving with different ideas. Prussia's state of health was worrying him – he has been getting injured easily, his wounds don't heal that quickly, and his answers on Germany's questions related to it were blunt. If Prussia still continues his strange behavior, then Germany will have to form ideas of what's happening to him, and interrogation will come sooner or later.

The two brothers walked over to the entrance of the bunker, seeing two men on opposite sides divided by rails, opening the entrance by panels. One of the men, having blond hair and tired, hazel eyes, smiled at Ludwig. "Make us proud sir."

Ludwig widened his eyes at the man, who continued his work with the panels. Germany was surprised at this sort of silent exchange, since his efforts were not too acknowledged because of fear of letting people know he's a country for certain reasons, so people giving him appreciation for what he's doing was shocking to say the least. Ludwig went out of his daze, and nodded at the blond-haired man, his response was an acknowledged expression with a small smile.

"Stop smiling at the others, I find that rather creepy, but because it's rare for you to smile, I am proud that you can smile like a normal person, West," Prussia commented, making Germany redden a little, but quickly averted his vision to the opening entrance of the vault, which revealed the grotesque and dead buildings of the old Berlin, destroyed with only supports standing.

"Still ugly, isn't it, West?" Prussia joked wryly to Germany, who grimaced. The destroyed capital pained Germany, seeing his proud Berlin damaged and destroyed, only blood and charred land decorating the lands; Germany bit his lip, but focused on the task at hand.

"Come on, Prussia, let's go," Germany ordered to Prussia, who was rather slow to reply, but followed him when he walked over to the two vehicles that were next to the bunker, which was hidden nicely in layers of ground.

The vehicles were guarded by five soldiers, who wore armor that seemed old and outdated, but scanned the area in patience. The vehicles were dented and bruised, even if they were the once proud military Humvees, the wheels were rather rigid but stable, just like the rest of the two Humvees. The convoys didn't have any of their offensive appliances, where they seem to be broken or destroyed, which explains why they chosen one of their strongest men into guarding it if they can't use their machine guns to defend it.

"Ludwig!" one of the men shouted at him,with Germany whipping his head to the soldier's directions. The soldier was rather dirty from how his German military uniform was covered in dirt and ash, which wasn't surprising from how many missions the man could've worked on in the past. His stern eyes reached Ludwig's with an intense stare. "The diplomat will be out soon, so I want you to drive the first convoy. It's your duty to get the diplomat through terrain safely." Ludwig nodded at the man's request.

"What about me, though? Do I get to ride shotgun or –," Prussia started his question but was interrupted by the soldier's head shaking in negativity.

"Nien, you get to protect the backside of the second convoy."

"What!? I wanted to drive. Who's going to even be in the second convoy anyway?"

"Soldiers who will reinforce the protection on the diplomat if things become complicated," the soldier replied.

"That sounds like a crappy strategy," Prussia muttered, which made the soldier scowl.

"Look, either you protect the backside, or you're staying here."

Prussia gave a conflicted look, but shrugged his shoulders. "The bunker is too boring. I'm going with you." Prussia unzipped Germany's black bag while it's still hanging from his shoulder, and took out a Beretta and some ammo.

Germany walked over to the driver's seat of the first convoy after Prussia grabbed his guns and went to the backside of the second convoy. Germany was astonished that there are still some vehicles in this world that are functional, but based on how there were cracked glass and broken meters in the Humvee, he shouldn't be surprised that a few engineers only had limited supplies to repair the significant areas. Germany saw that an orange light emitted in front of his vision, he turned a lever to the right to crank the engine, checked if the headlights were on – which were not, released the handbrake, and heard the beginning roars of life accompanied with vibrations from the vehicle. Germany also heard similar sounds behind him, and took that as a sign to begin driving.

Germany saw that some parts of the features, like his turn signals or marker lights, are broken, so he ignored it even if they are important for their survival, and switched the Humvee to drive. Germany began to maneuver the vehicle after it took its first feet, and stopped abruptly when a soldier was shouting at him to stop from his left window.

The left window was broken, so Germany halted the vehicle and looked at the soldier. "What is it?"

"I am assigned to be located in the passenger seat, so that if you get shot, then I'll take control. Also, the diplomat is entering the convoy, so wait for one minute before you start it again."

Germany nodded. "Alright, enter."

The soldier went around the vehicle to its passenger's door, where he entered while another door slammed in the back from Germany's vision.

"Go," the soldier spoke with less emotion, making Germany start the Humvee again, and trekking it through hard terrain.

The Humvee was rather difficult for its suspension, which was unexpected to Ludwig since his country was able to create more stable suspension for their assorted vehicles years ago, but if it's not too repaired, then he ignored it even if the roads made him jump from uplifts or hills.

The soldier next to him took out a cigarette, lighting it so that he could place it onto his lips, letting smoke out after a few seconds, which irritated Germany from the Humvee gaining a smell of cigarette smoke. "Do you think any other countries are still alive?"

Germany widened his eyes at this. "What do you mean by that?"

"The countries' people, are their people still alive?" The soldier raised his eyebrow at Germany's temporary shock from his question.

"Oh," Germany relaxed as he focused on the road. "I don't know, we didn't gain any signals from the other countries, maybe it's because of the distance, EMI, or the radiation."

"Hm," the soldier hummed as he puffed out smoke from his cigarette. "Do you think that we can return the wastelands back to what it use to be?"

"Well, we can't return it back into what it was in the past, there will be too much scars to make a comparison," Germany sighed with some melancholy, making the soldier blink in silence.

"We have to try though," the soldier muttered, looking dazed at the destroyed buildings of Berlin. "We made mistakes, sure, but that's because there's too much hate, and too much hate made ignorance and irrationality. Sometimes, I feel like humans are the reason why our species is going to die. Don't die by natural causes, die by your own hands. Now that's screwed up." The soldier gave a sad laugh to himself, making Germany grunt.

"I don't want to think like that now, since we're already on a mission that could be lethal if not done right," Germany explained while driving out of the crumbling structures of Berlin.

"Don't just lower my behavior like that, that's not nice," the soldier sighed.

"But it's true."

"I know."

Germany shook his head in grief, and continued their destination to Belgium and Netherlands, with the thoughts of death and sorrow lingering in the air.

Alright, this might be rather short, but I'm thinking I should do a second part where they go to Belgium and Netherlands, but I don't know.

This is Channel Jumper, signing off!