(Translations will be at the bottom)
Germany ran and ran, explosions and gunfire where he just stood. Why did this have to happen to him? He was only 9..
Germany tripped up, faceplanting in the mud. He hit his head on a log, he rolled onto his side and was pushed down the hill he was on by someone behind him. He began crying, he heard a familiar voice.
"Mein Sohn! Geht es dir gut?" Somebody shouted, picking Germany off of the ground. Germany opened his blurry eyes a tiny bit, he could barely see, but he knew it was none other than his father, Nazi Germany.
Nazi looked concerned, he cradled Germany in his arms and sprinted away. Nazi slammed a door open to his base, shouting for a medic in German. Once medics had arrived, they tended to Germany and said that it was only minor. Germany sat on the bed, still crying.
"Es ist nicht ernst? Nicht ernst?!" Nazi shouted, placing a warm hand on Germany's shoulder.
The medics tried reasoning with Nazi before he turned to Germany, looking him in the eyes.
"Kannst du mich sehen?" Nazi asked. Germany slightly shook his head, he was telling the truth. His vision was dark and blurry, not because of his tears, though. He knew that much.
Nazi was cross, he stood up and quote-and-quote 'calmly' reasoned with the doctors. The doctors soon left the room, Nazi turned to Germany and hugged the child.
"Alles wird gut, mein Sohn..." Nazi whispered, rubbing Germany's back. Once Nazi pulled away, he smiled. Not that Germany could see him. "Sie sind ein kluger Junge, Sie werden wissen, was passiert!" Nazi cheered quite falsely, Germany still felt comforted, though.
Germany looked to the floor, was he going blind? If he was, then.. how was he going to learn? He may have knew quite a bit, but there was still so much more to learn. Nazi looked back to the door, the doctors from before walking back in, but with something in their hands. Germany looked back up, he quite see what they were.
One of the doctors slid it onto Germany's head, suddenly he could see so much better. Germany realised that it was only a pair of glasses, he looked to Nazi. Nazi looked kind of sad, but angry at the same time. He stood up, grabbing a pistol on a desk at the other side of the room.
"Ich werde töten, wer auch immer das getan hat..." Nazi muttered under his breath, leaving the room with no idea who it was.
Germany was shaken, he didn't know what to think. His head still hurt, he wanted to go to bed. And he wanted Nazi to be near him for once. Because he never was.
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Nazi crouched in the bushes, part of Soviet Union's army marching past. He didn't bother to try and fight them, he thought he knew who did it.
"Fucking Zweite Polnische Republik.." Nazi swore. ((not trying to offend anyone, it's just Nazi's character..)) Once the troops passed, Nazi leapt out of the bushes, sprinting to where his son was found injured. Once he was there, he looked to the ground, muddy footprints imprinted in the floor. How convenient.
Nazi followed the trail, it stopped once he was in the middle of a peaceful area. A meadow.
He snarled, walking further before hearing voices to his left. And a little girl crying. Nazi was curious, he ducked low into the tall grass and stalked the people ahead of him. They were familiar. One of them was responsible for what they did to Germany.
"Gwarantuję Ci bezpieczeństwo bez względu na wszystko! Nie martw się!" The one Nazi hated reassured the small crying child. She was about Germany's age, maybe a bit younger. He stood up, pulling off his infamous grin.
"Oh? And who's this?" Nazi said in almost flawless English. He'd been practicing, he did have English enemies, too.
Second Poland Republic (SPR) stood up and defended the little girl behind him, standing Infront of her protectively. Nazi and SPR stood and stared at eachother for a minute, before Nazi moved a bit, triggering SPR.
"What do you want?" SPR quivered, not moving an inch. Nazi lost his grin, staring at the man dead in the eye.
"You kicked my son." Nazi simply said, SPR tensing up. The girl behind him had stopped crying now, still sniffling a bit though.
"I swear I didn't know that was him!" SPR exclaimed, shaking his head many times. Nazi was even angrier.
"Liar. Do you know what you've done to him?" Nazi growled in a low time, SPR was obviously intimidated. He didn't answer, Nazi sighed. "My son has to wear glasses now. If it were any worse than it already is, I might've not even had a son. Now look at your daughter. Imagine what it would be like without her in your world? Hm?"
SPR finally realised what he'd done, his expression turned upset. He looked back to the going girl behind him, picking her up.
"Musimy iść.." He whispered to her. She nodded, SPR turned back to Nazi. "I'm sorry for what I did, please, I beg of you, don't hurt my daughter!" Nazi grinned, he couldn't make that promise.
"Oh, we will see about that." Nazi laughed, SPR turned away and ran the other direction. Nazi took his gun from his holster, shooting SPR's leg. He cried out in pain, falling over, the little girl fell to the ground, too.
Nazi walked up to the two, grabbing the child's arm. He pulled her up, and rolled down the sleeve on her right arm. Nazi slid a pocket knife out from his jacket, making a deep scar from the girls' shoulder to her wrist. She screamed out in pain, SPR begged Nazi to stop.
After Nazi was finished, he dropped the girl to the ground, she lay beside her father. SPR hugged her, taking off his backpack to find something.
Nazi didn't need to know what it was, he just turned around and walked away, smirking. He was going to go back to his base, maybe relax for a bit and spend some time with his son.
Because his son was the only thing that mattered.
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What did we learn today? DON'T FUCKING MESS WITH LIL' GERMANY.
Alrighty, so the translations:
Mein Sohn! Geht es dir gut?
My son! Are you alright?
Alles wird gut, mein Sohn...
Everything will be ok, my son...
Sie sind ein kluger Junge, Sie werden wissen, was passiert!
You are a smart boy, you will know what's happening!
Es ist nicht ernst? Nicht ernst?!
It's not serious? But serious?!
Kannst du mich sehen?
Can you see me?
Ich werde töten, wer auch immer das getan hat...
I'm going to kill whoever did that...
Fucking Zweite Polnische Republik..
Fucking Second Poland Republic...
Gwarantuję Ci bezpieczeństwo bez względu na wszystko! Nie martw się!
I guarantee you safety regardless of everything! Do not worry!
Musimy iść..
We need to go...
((Sorry if it's not completely correct, I used Google translate ._.))
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