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9: Sacred promessa meinem Geliebterdeath and you. Introducing the narrator. First
colors. Then
humans.
This is how things used to seeing.
Or at least, try to see them.
† † A little detail will die
find a color, I hope the sky.
helps me to relax.
Sometimes, however, is not so easy, and I am drawn to the survivors, who always bear the brunt. The observed while walking stumbling in the new situation, the desesperacióny surprise. Their hearts are wounded, damaged his lungs.
This in turn brings me that I'm speaking to you tonight or this afternoon, when the color or whatever. It is the story of one of those perpetual survivors, a tiny nation that knew very well what the word abandonment.Nationmp; aacute; s had escaped me.
walked with his eyes fixed on the dark tiles Dachau Concentration Camp. Around her, others with the same uniform dark turquoise ran to and fro, addressing their cars, trucks, or whatever they could to escape. The previous night had seen to lead to "undesirables" who had managed to capture other concentration camps, or at least that they were told. Ludwig (as they called the nation) knew it would happen one of two things: either they would be killed on the road for some desolate place, or would be lucky to be found by lyou allies and released. Still, I thought of its citizens, who had been as bad guys. No matter what, were born in their land, were part of Ely cared.
But there were also "other" from other lands and whose children were born in Germany. Did they not worth the same? Do you only care about those who shared his Aryan features? He walked up the tiles had become ground and could feel that the prisoners came out of hiding places m & amI, l, was sufficient in comparison to the feeling of guilt upon him. It really a beginning, in 1933, it was not his idea to kill any of them ... none of those six million. †
A
Weilschmith detail
Gilbert †
Many years ago,
made me an offer I could not refuse.
- Whose idea was it? - Ludwig muttered as he stood next to Gilbert. The albino closed his eyes to remember names.
-course began with the Austrianor that he never visited one of these fields ... Hitler. - Silence for a few seconds, had more names. And yes, I will say that Herr Hitler never, I repeat, never visited one of those fields. But perhaps I would have thought twice. Oh, here come the names. - Himmler, Eichmann ... do not make me remember West, I have a good memory.
"Or at least ...
" That I think. - Said with a sigh. Despite being a nation, we are not talking about a piece of land amorphous, but a person, like you breathe, grow, die ... - Are we justified in ahaps ...
"No, really going to be. At least for me.
They could hear sounds of tanks firing, bombs and other artilleríaa no more than a mile from the field.
"The Americans are loud ...
The noise grew, making the prisoners back into hiding and left the two siblings all alone. There
few minutes in which we could hear the cries of the American soldiers captured some Nazi agents, ordering them to get back against the wall.
Once, Francis told me something he had heard decira .- Alfred Arthur on Gilbert began breaking the silence between his brother Ely, while listening to Americans giving some orders in English.
- What?
-war ... When you enter becomes the worst monster that may exist ... and is even worse than Ivan. A shadow came between the brothers. "But if the heroes are good .- Alfred said then cover your nose with your hand .- Plague Go! All of Germany has the smell of rotten blood!
"You have not come here to be connoisseur of smell. "True said, lowering the m .-Thousands of them eliminating the last remaining Nazis around Dachau. More injuries for Germany, more dead ... more work for me.
"Now if it was over, Germany. That is fifty times that bothered to Arthur.
† † Arthur Kirkland
Nation: England
Near and distant.
So feel about the nation he had most loved.
The only one who had shown their true form. CHTMLX
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Nevertheless, Alfred had left to go. Not because he had pity, but because I knew the hell I live Ludwig when walking through their land, destroyed in the attacks of the allies.
the same way he had traveled Dachau, he did in Berlin, with the only difference to see Russian troops rather than Americans.
He sat on one that wanted to think that was rocks, not the rubble of a house inhabited by and with people. He felt a hand pushing his head high. The hand that is even heavier than mine.
-Eeeeeh ... est Germanyto sad. - Said with that tone of his own child. Always acting like a child, because his heart was frozen in any part of your story, refusing to grow .- It's fun. "Do not bother
Russia ..." You're not in a position to complain, do you? - He said looking at him from above with glowing purple eyes. Even those eyes scare me. Ivan
Braginski
† †
Nation: Russia
A frozen heart in pain. Lá
; Tears that refused to leave.
shoulders help refresh tired of so many souls.
"If we compare what you did with the things I did ... or rather forced me to do ..." Do not try. If you want to compare the atrocities committed in my house, you should gather all the atrocities committed in the world including this one, crushing them and then just compare them with me.
"No baseline Russia. You're worse than me.-Small difference, I keep mine on me. Not like you.
Another silence to which Ludwigue they had supported the idea of the quirky little man with a mustache hair combed pequeñoy opposite the common. It was fair, a German Jew, and yet ... Something fellamid the rubble near Ludwig. It was water, but it was not rainy season.
* * *New beginnings:
Berlin in the middle of a shattered and divided Germany into four, Ludwig lay among the ashes of what could be the center of the Third Reich, looking at some houses burn, the ashes rise and fall again as snow, and no sound to accompany the gloomy and Fraga
A blow to the stomach that made him believe that he could throw his guts he was awakened. The boyish face was replaced with one that was almost as children ... ... then ... seemed
Feliciano Vargas † †
Nation: Italy
Very direct.
One of the few people who does not pull the pain for years.
- Germany! "You okay?! - Asked worriedly on her knees beside him. Ludwig ended joining to be watched. CHTMLX C-Ah ... yes ... I ... - no, it was not. He stopped making trouble the other .- You ... tell me ... you're okay?
"A little hurt, but if .- Feliciano said then warmly embrace .- Ludwig was concerned ... - Why?
- Because we are friends! I do not want to lose someone I never!
- Never Again?
Another blow your mind.
- I'll wait! We shall meet again! Surely, yes!
& iquemp; aacute; valid, without many problems and quickly forget the mistakes of that country.
Would they? Ludwig
could not help but feel guilty the whole time. In meetings with other countries, it felt like it was left over, it was not well received, one that would throw at any time.
always being watched ...always looking down as if it were the worst garbage. Gilbert, meanwhile, did not care. Diplomatic relations were just that, did not have to feel for the contempt of others towards s & amp; iacute;, and they were Anthony and Francis, who at one time were his friends. But Ludwig, who had never kept close to some other country, besides Italy, was concerned itself als the direction things had taken.
Yet the nights of sorrow consumed him, he felt he could forget everything with Feliciano at his side. He had only a dinner for him, laughing a few seconds, or a simple hug to feel good and forget the hatred of others.was so, one of many nights that Feliciano had asked Ludwig to hold him, this country & onte nude, discovering new sensations, hidden feelings and the desire to feel one with that special someone.
-I if I am. - Answered with his usual smile. Ludwigfelt a little insecure. Had a hard time expressing what I felt, feared hurt in any way that person all that time only gave him happiness.
was not sure how it started or why he allowed things to make themselves up to that point. All I knew was that no regrets.made superhuman efforts not to mark the body, not mI,, do not you see? About France and Poland and Austria and ...
- No! Ludwig is not! I left a farewell note!Gilbert opened his eyes.
- We'll get it! - Said before hanging up and taking a position of hero who had left far behind the very Alfred - Al Gilbomovil! (Rode four settings and learn to run well)
-Funny ...
Roderich Edelstein † †
Nation: Austria
Someone
hard to express their feelings in words.appear, because a nation is not the ground swallow anything just because they decided to end his "immortality." Simply disappear Ludwig,
walked through the empty halls of Dachau, a glance at one hell he was doing no more than two years, was full of people, which were eliminated on the third day of arrival.
heard the echo of their steps. He knew that many, despite the war ended, they would pay it. Families torn apart, shattered, broken, separated, incomplete. People crying in the lists to find the fine; To turn and look, afraid something would meet traumatized for life. Like everyone else.
I took what had bothered me in the pocket for a long time. It was not that bothered really still there, but required quem me in a voice almost imperceptible, that the return to whom it belonged. Extended it to Ludwig. He felt something go inside edge of his right hand. - Why? "Something
shed long ago, when escaped me. †
The object in the hand of Ludwig †A piece of cloth on which is painted the girl sleeping.
"His name was ... what was it? ... I can not remember. Do not even know if my memories.
"It's Italy. And you should be aware of what is yours and what not. - I was so sad to leave this beautiful portrait painted by a child centuries ago. Not because it was beautiful, but because humans tend to leave part of their life essence, all that know what they do. For a second I do understand how they feel when I carry. Ludwig
felt something inside was broken into thousands of pieces, whichTOWARDS A elusive movement .- What happens?
-Italy ... go back ... - he said.
- Huh? Why?"I ... I pay for the stupid things I did. For every person killed ...
- West do not talk nonsense!
- You know it too! It was all my fault! I pay ... - said rearranging the barrel of the revolver on his temple.
West lowers his gun ... please ...
- No!
-West ... I do not want to pull out my secret weapon. CHTML
XC - Try! Feliciano opened his eyes as the few times that I could. Is the secret weapon of Prussia? What would it be? "Germany would hurt?
- No! Do not hurt Prussia Germany! - Running said, standing in front of Ludwig and hugging, stretching full height. - away! You will get dirty!
- No! I will not leave you, Germany! - It's time to rate your life! - Gilbert said .- I told you to come down the gun for good,
another way of clinging to life. Or someone to hold on to it. "You know that things are not forever ... - Ludwig said.
Do not tell me that ... I feel you're waving goodbye. - Said sadly.
"It would be late for hacerlo. replied from her free hand through his hair chestnut Feliciano and attract to himself.
"Sorry ... - he finally said the Italian.
- Why?
"Not to be enough ...
- What? CHTML
our fault ... at least for my carelessness ...
Ludwig opened his eyes to look Feliciano, had managed to depress. Closed again for a long sigh.
-Prussia told me to give you this ... - Feliciano said as he left an iron cross on the hand of Ludwig. The one he had worn in his time, was now forgotten amid the rubble of a house in Berlin.
- Why?
-Del past can not escape ... I learned as a child. But it is not good drag. But just accept it. Ludwig looked surprised
gone to Italy. He smiled softly as she clung to him tightly and kissed.
† † Feliciano's promise
If I can not avoid being hurt,
at least I can heal your wounds ...
* * *
"It's been years But you have not forgotten this. - I said softly as he felt would break in no time.
-A small detail ... - I had my hands over his face white as the other white. Gilbert, used to feel the hands of people a little warm, itshivered in the cold and pulseless touch mine. - You will die as a nation. "I know. Yet stay alive.
"You're trying to divide yourself .- said Gilbert had in mind those things that would have to stick. †
Who came to collect †
Gilbert Price: Stop being a nation.
Dissolution of Prussia, 1947
Reason: The Life and happiness of his brother.
"Part of Poland, one from Russia, but the most important queda with Germany.
- Important? - Asked
"My heart .- I saw a piece of their heart out for the eyes. It was a tear that fell into my hand. He was so warm .... "I really hope that the small West always be happy. "That's something even I can assure you.
* * * News.
have spent so many years of it so far. I'm not even sure how but is waiting Feliciano Ludwig family.
was walking by a completely rebuilt Germany. In those days, there is nothing, at least only memories, and no debris.re and returned to its owner?Just as there is the legend of the red thread that unites the lovers from the time of his birth, that piece of cloth is like the realization of that thread.
Because there is indeed something that even time can corrode, nor the years and I can forget and I can throw the shoulder and take me.True love.
* * * * *
Another story. Alfred
walk towards the kitchen of his home with Aaron in her arms. Noticed the big dark circles under the lens.
The little Aaron, who initially was the quietest baby p- Aaron said as he left his father's arms and sat at the table. Alfred did the same while watching Peter .- You wonder if you know how to live!
Alfred smiled at the comment of the child as she watched him swallow the cereal with milk in a tazóny eggs with bacon and toast on a plate in less than a minute.
"Well ... it seems that you did not eat for a long time.
"My brothers ... ... ... are some idiots .- Peter said between bites .- Ireland lives eating natural things, Wales and Scotland burns all ate what was for me. They're idiots! CHTMLXLXC
- What!? Brat!
Both Arthur and Peter were sent lightning glances, they would begin one of their usual fights when the stomachs of baby Alfred and roared at the same time.
- Amorcito! We're hungry! - Sang Alfred as he took the hand of Arthur. He turned to go cook something in the same room.
Alfred left the small sitting on the infant seat and then accommodate both arms on the table and try to sleep.I do not understand ... - began the child as she watched the babyé playing with the hair of his father .- You have the coolest candy in the world ... and prefer the food in England!?
You do not know what you do for love ... - said with a weary voice, of someone who did not sleep for at least three nights.-really impress me ... You're my hero! - Peter said as he laughed.
"By the way ... do not you lived with Berwald and Tino? - Alfred asked almost in a dream. Peterslow to answer. It was one of those answers that make you have chest pain to say them, but howdo you get caught a lie, but when you scold.
"A foolish thing was that England left me ... other than those considered to replace me ... my family is more painful ..." he murmured, trying not to mourn, making Alfred rose from the chair that was and pose a hand on the child's head, like Arthur, who stopped what he was doing.
knew the capriciousness of his brother, but never seen him mourn.
Ok, it took me to write.
First of all, the first part was taken from the book "
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