Creepypasta Theory: Hetalia-Germany

  (I haven't seen a creepypasta theory for Germany, so here I go!!)
  
  Ludwig scrambled down the hallway, but it wasn't fast enough to get away from what was chasing him. His father.
  "LUDWIG!!!", his father exclaimed,"YOU GET OVER HERE! YOU DROPPED A PAPER SCRAP!!!!"
  His father was a strict, neat man, who hit Ludwig over the head for having a single wrinkle in his clothes, so who knows what he would do now.
  Eventually, his father cornered him, his paddle in hand. He began beating his son viciously, Ludwig biting his lip till it bled trying not to scream or cry as that would result in another round. When the man finished, he kicked Ludwig down the stairs and forced him to pick up the paper scrap. Ludwig had heard of kids at school who's parents just asked them to pick up the scrap, but he couldn't believe it. He wished to tell someone about this abuse, but he couldn't bring himself to risk getting beat or even killed.
  He had had it. He trudged over to his friend's house instead of straight home and asked to borrow a gun. When he asked why, Ludwig would not say. The blond walked home and his father greeted him. More like pushed him to the ground and yelled-
  "YOU'RE FIVE MINUTES LATE!!! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!"
  Ludwig pulled the black pistol out of his pocket and held it straight to his father's head.
  "This is what you did to Mother, so you shall share the same fate." Ludwig remembered when he was four he witnessed the murder of his mother by his father's hands-specifically a gunshot to the head. Ludwig quickly pulled the trigger, blowing his father's head off. Unfourtunally, soon after Ludwig's victory, he accidentally pulled it again, shooting himself in the heart.
  He fell to the ground, eyes glazed over in pain. He was smiling, happy that his suffering was over. He saw the light grow brighter as he heard the sirens and the door being busted down...
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  A small boy with messy blond hair stood up in the middle of the field. He slicked his hair back and began walking around, wondering where he was. Soon, an albino man with red eyes stopped him.
  "Who is in the awesome Prussia's presence?", He asked.
  "I-I'm...", the boy said, a name suddenly popping into his head,"Germany."
  "Well, Germany, I, the awesome Prussia, am going to be your new big brother!", Prussia announced, picking up the small child.
  And for a second, the boy could have sworn he wished for this long ago...