The World Is At War Around Us
Feb 16, 2014 18:35:12 GMT -6
Post by JackBeilschmidt on Feb 16, 2014 18:35:12 GMT -6
((Well.... It has been a little idea of mine... for a little while.. Could some one look over it and tell me to trash it, keep it or to change something about it? I'd appreciate it.))
Warning: (Just a small one) This is a World War II story. So there are.... well it's a World War II fanfiction. Heh....
Have you ever felt Hated?
Scared?
Broken?
I hope not…. But if you have you know how much it sucks.
Well this is my story. My account of World War II. Before the hate. During the blood shed. After the broken down wall fell.
What started as a normal day quickly turned sour as blood curdling screams met my tired ears as I looked out over the horizon that was painted crimson by the setting sun. Against the blood red sky, men stood in lines, perfect lines. Lines so straight that you could only see the first man. Lines so pristine and flawless that the angels couldn’t dream of being so picture perfect.
“Prussia. Your brother and his leader are here to see you.” I had known it was coming. I could feel it. But why now?
“Alright….. send him in…” I say, standing slowly from my desk and straightening my dark blue uniform.
“Brother…” A strong voice says almost as soon as my most trusted officer leaves my tent, I automatically smile at the sound of his voice.
“Prussia. It’s an honor to meet you…” A different accent hit my ears, one of Austrian descent. My smile fades when my brother walks into the tent accompanied by a smaller man.
I already hated his leader.
He was to Ludwig’s shoulder with slicked down brown hair. Wrinkles had already begun to show on his(Probably but I don’t think I would have thought so) once handsome face and his brown eyes were sharp and expressionless. Above his lip was a cleanly shaped rectangular mustache what looked so ridiculous I could hardly hold back my laughter.
I then looked over at my brother.
Ludwig, my sweet brother, was bigger…. Beefier it had seemed. He had already been so big to me, how did he get bigger? Was it because of all the land he had gotten from Roderich and Svetla? Maybe…. Hopefully she’s alright…. (I have never cared for Roderich much so I didn’t think much about it.) His eyes, once beautiful and full of emotions, were dull and had a lack of anything but hatred, disgust and insanity.
What had happened to him? This thought sent fear shooting through my veins.
“It’s an honor to meet you too, Sir.” I bow slightly, locking gazes with the ground as to not show the Austrian my disgust in him. I thought of this meeting later and I know I should not have bowed. I should not have showed such a respectful gesture to a man that didn’t deserve such a privilege. Maybe I could have showed my true colours and then he would have left me and my people alone.
He smiles slightly, a look that was unkind. He then nodded his ugly head at me like I was some kind of peasant and he a king.
I swallow my pride and force a smile back, glancing at Ludwig to find him staring hungrily. Not like a lover. Not of lust. Not of need. His hunger was one of power, of blood.
“Brother. This is my leader, Adolf Hitler.”
“I am aware.”
My Ludwig would have blushed in embarrassment and shifted his weight. This Ludwig…. This THING did not. He stood there expressionless except for the cold hatred in his blue eyes.
I hated it. I hated the way he looked at me. The way he said it.
Brother…..
I realise now that those are the only emotions I had ever seen him look at anyone else with during Germany was under the rule of Adolf Hitler.… Even little Italy, his sweet Feliciano. He looked at everyone with such hatred..… Such disgust…..
I despised it… He was not mine. He was not the little nation I cared for as a child. The only one who had stayed by my side throughout everything. How DARE he take my brother?! MY BROTHER!!! I fought life and death for Ludwig when Germany was a little spit of land! I made him into what he was before HE changed him! Before HE made him that THING. Ludwig was the only one I cared for besides my three friends, Gilbird, Francis and Antonio. But I could not do anything to stop him….. That bastard had turned my dearest brother against me. And he won……. He got what he had wanted…….. He broke me…..
Warning: (Just a small one) This is a World War II story. So there are.... well it's a World War II fanfiction. Heh....
Have you ever felt Hated?
Scared?
Broken?
I hope not…. But if you have you know how much it sucks.
Well this is my story. My account of World War II. Before the hate. During the blood shed. After the broken down wall fell.
What started as a normal day quickly turned sour as blood curdling screams met my tired ears as I looked out over the horizon that was painted crimson by the setting sun. Against the blood red sky, men stood in lines, perfect lines. Lines so straight that you could only see the first man. Lines so pristine and flawless that the angels couldn’t dream of being so picture perfect.
“Prussia. Your brother and his leader are here to see you.” I had known it was coming. I could feel it. But why now?
“Alright….. send him in…” I say, standing slowly from my desk and straightening my dark blue uniform.
“Brother…” A strong voice says almost as soon as my most trusted officer leaves my tent, I automatically smile at the sound of his voice.
“Prussia. It’s an honor to meet you…” A different accent hit my ears, one of Austrian descent. My smile fades when my brother walks into the tent accompanied by a smaller man.
I already hated his leader.
He was to Ludwig’s shoulder with slicked down brown hair. Wrinkles had already begun to show on his(Probably but I don’t think I would have thought so) once handsome face and his brown eyes were sharp and expressionless. Above his lip was a cleanly shaped rectangular mustache what looked so ridiculous I could hardly hold back my laughter.
I then looked over at my brother.
Ludwig, my sweet brother, was bigger…. Beefier it had seemed. He had already been so big to me, how did he get bigger? Was it because of all the land he had gotten from Roderich and Svetla? Maybe…. Hopefully she’s alright…. (I have never cared for Roderich much so I didn’t think much about it.) His eyes, once beautiful and full of emotions, were dull and had a lack of anything but hatred, disgust and insanity.
What had happened to him? This thought sent fear shooting through my veins.
“It’s an honor to meet you too, Sir.” I bow slightly, locking gazes with the ground as to not show the Austrian my disgust in him. I thought of this meeting later and I know I should not have bowed. I should not have showed such a respectful gesture to a man that didn’t deserve such a privilege. Maybe I could have showed my true colours and then he would have left me and my people alone.
He smiles slightly, a look that was unkind. He then nodded his ugly head at me like I was some kind of peasant and he a king.
I swallow my pride and force a smile back, glancing at Ludwig to find him staring hungrily. Not like a lover. Not of lust. Not of need. His hunger was one of power, of blood.
“Brother. This is my leader, Adolf Hitler.”
“I am aware.”
My Ludwig would have blushed in embarrassment and shifted his weight. This Ludwig…. This THING did not. He stood there expressionless except for the cold hatred in his blue eyes.
I hated it. I hated the way he looked at me. The way he said it.
Brother…..
I realise now that those are the only emotions I had ever seen him look at anyone else with during Germany was under the rule of Adolf Hitler.… Even little Italy, his sweet Feliciano. He looked at everyone with such hatred..… Such disgust…..
I despised it… He was not mine. He was not the little nation I cared for as a child. The only one who had stayed by my side throughout everything. How DARE he take my brother?! MY BROTHER!!! I fought life and death for Ludwig when Germany was a little spit of land! I made him into what he was before HE changed him! Before HE made him that THING. Ludwig was the only one I cared for besides my three friends, Gilbird, Francis and Antonio. But I could not do anything to stop him….. That bastard had turned my dearest brother against me. And he won……. He got what he had wanted…….. He broke me…..
