For the longest time, I've loved learning about World War II and the Holocaust. So, I got this idea. Yaaay. A World War II human AU

Main Characters: Feliciano (Italy), Ludwig (Germany), Ivan (Russia), Feliks (Poland)

Country setting: Originally, Germany. They travel throughout the story.

Character ages (don't complain that it's a bit different than the anime and manga age differences): Feliciano (12 at the beginning), Ludwig (12 at the beginning), Ivan (4 at the beginning. He's littlllle!), Feliks (14 at the beginning) (well, in this introduction chapter, all mentioned characters are four years younger)

If you leave me a review, then well...I'll jump for joy! Especially if it's constructive criticism. But I won't beg, just enjoy my story!

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(POV: Ludwig)
"Come now, Ludwig, Gilbert..."

My brother looked up from his magazine, and I ceased playing with my toy race cars.

"What is it?" my grumbled, inserting his thumb between the pages as a makeshift bookmark. I just obediently stood and lent my father my attention.

"We're going to greet the new neighbors. Gilbert, I want you to clean up that attitude of yours. Ludwig...um...stay like that."

As I nodded, I heard my brother make a sound of protest.

"Do I have to go? I'm kind of preoccupied with this magazine." Gilbert whined.

"They've come all the way from Italy. I'm sure such a trip deserves a reward."

My eyes darted between the two. But I remained as silent as a field mouse.

"How is us visiting a reward?"

"We can welcome them to the great home of the Fatherland, and that'll feel nice."

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Knock knock knock...

"Hm...ah, gu...ten...ta..." an Italian boy answered the door, struggling with his German.

"Papa, we have guests!" he spoke in English this time. I sighed in relief. My father had been giving me English lessons since I was four.

A large cheery man with dark hair came up and began chatting with my father. I looked over at the boy. He smiled like an idiot.

"Hello, I am Feliciano!" he extended his hand.

"...Ludwig..."

I shook it.

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(POV: Feliciano)

When I moved to Germany, I was a little scared. I heard that Germany was brewing up wars. But papa insisted it'd be okay. We were so oblivious to what was actually happening.

I heard a knock at the door, and on first instinct, answered it.

The Germans from next door were in front of me. I got nervous and struggled with my German pronunciations. So I called for my papa. As my papa and the long-haired blond man conversed, I realized that he could speak English. My English was great, since my mother was from America. I looked at the man's son. He was about my age. I smiled and greeted him.

"Hello, I am Feliciano!"

I held out my hand, hoping he'd shake it. I loved making new friends. To my excitement, he did. Though he was about as serious as his dad when he told me his name in such a monotone voice.

"...Ludwig..." he said. I could tell he was a bit nervous.

But we warmed up to each other. I started a conversation with him, and he carried it just fine.

But I noticed our siblings were not getting along. My older brother began fighting with his white haired brother.

That's when I knew that maybe there'd be a few complications. And I was right...later on, at least.

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(POV: Ivan)

It may be surprising that I can remember this to anyone else. But things seem to glue into my mind.

My mother held me as she spoke with my father. I was merely an infant, and unable to even begin to comprehend the things they talked about. But it's a bit more clear when I think hard, now.

"Did you hear about Germany? What are they thinking? They're bringing more and more countries into the war! Those idiots!" she hissed.

I sucked on my knuckles as she spoke, staring at her serious face with curious eyes. She never looked at me once. This was an important conversation. I squirmed a bit, pleading for attention with my whines. But she just set me down beside her. So I clung to her ankle and listened to her conversation, without protesting. She seemed rather frustrated.

"Soon enough, they're going to anger a powerful nation into joining, then what are they going to do? Dammit, what was their imbecile of a chancellor thinking?!"

"Dammit..." I repeated unknowingly.

She looked down at me and sighed.

That was when the conversation ended. As she picked me up and walked into the next room, I wonder what my father had to say. I didn't understand, but like hearing his reactions to what Mother had to say. Sometimes it was really funny. But now, his face was just...

Blank.

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(POV: Feliks)

I listened to the radio broadcast anxiously. I was scared. So so so scared.

Germany was being absolutely brutal on my home country. People are even disappearing. And I didn't know why.

My fingers combed through my longish blond hair. It was a nervous quirk I had. I combed and combed until I accidentally (and quite painfully) yanked out a clump. Shoving my hands in my pocket, I listened more intently to the German speaking. My German wasn't all-too-good, so not everything was clear. But the things he hissed that were clear frightened me. My hands shook. Everything he said sounded so threatening.

I hate Germans.

I hate Germans.

HATE.

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Introduction: CHECK!

So, Ludwig had a longer part than any of them, and I apologize, but he's going to be the main character for the most part.

As for Feliks' part. When he declared he hated Germans, don't take that personally. I AM German. So if you're overly sensitive and that offends you then well, I'm sorry.