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The first thing Ludwig ever felt in his life was hunger.
He was so hungry.
Even as a little child he knew that the people around him were dying.
Noone of the countries knew that he even existed and so with every human knowing about him, who died... the boy seemed to fade away, started to feel more ghostlike.
Probably he would've died before even becoming a real country, if it wasn't for a fine young man finding him in his hide-out under the stairs of the Holy Roman Empire.
A certain tall, young nation with dirty blond hair and deep red eyes looked a bit surprised on the little toddler in the white dress before him.
„psst...little one. Be quiet." was the only thing he said and he ruffled the boy's hair before he closed the door again.
Later in the evening the boy heard someone discussing with his visitor infront of the door.
„We have to put guards infront of them, so noone steals them. This is some very precious vegetable. You should inform the guards, Prussia."
„Of course I will, my king. Anyone who tries to steal these potatoes shall be sentenced to death."
„that's the spirit."
the sounds of footsteps, then he heard a whisper. „I think it is okay to leave them unguarded over night... noone would try to steal potatoes during the night."

The moon was shining bright through the kitchen window, when Ludwig toddled to the kitchen to look for something he could eat.
A plate of steaming mashed potatoes, with melting golden butter, a bit of salt and pepper was set on the floor right next to the garden door.
Ludwig probably never ate anything so delicious.
And he'll probably never eat anything as delicious as these mashed potatoes again.

Description
The first thing Ludwig ever felt in his life was hunger.
He was so hungry.
Even as a little child he knew that the people around him were dying.
Noone of the countries knew that he even existed and so with every human knowing about him, who died... the boy seemed to fade away, started to feel more ghostlike.
Probably he would've died before even becoming a real country, if it wasn't for a fine young man finding him in his hide-out under the stairs of the Holy Roman Empire.
A certain tall, young nation with dirty blond hair and deep red eyes looked a bit surprised on the little toddler in the white dress before him.
„psst...little one. Be quiet." was the only thing he said and he ruffled the boy's hair before he closed the door again.
Later in the evening the boy heard someone discussing with his visitor infront of the door.
„We have to put guards infront of them, so noone steals them. This is some very precious vegetable. You should inform the guards, Prussia."
„Of course I will, my king. Anyone who tries to steal these potatoes shall be sentenced to death."
„that's the spirit."
the sounds of footsteps, then he heard a whisper. „I think it is okay to leave them unguarded over night... noone would try to steal potatoes during the night."

The moon was shining bright through the kitchen window, when Ludwig toddled to the kitchen to look for something he could eat.
A plate of steaming mashed potatoes, with melting golden butter, a bit of salt and pepper was set on the floor right next to the garden door.
Ludwig probably never ate anything so delicious.
And he'll probably never eat anything as delicious as these mashed potatoes again.