Coo Coo Clocks
Ludwig trudged through the white snow. Through the red bodies. The war was over; he was over. His beautiful Berlin had been seized, there was nothing left to fight for. All Ludwig was now was just a hollowed out shell of a country.
He had no one, Feli, sweet and innocent Feli had fled at the first hint of danger. Ludwig was so alone, and so very cold. He had never been this cold before. He must be dying.
As Germany stopped crawling through the red carnage and the sweet snow, he remembered one last thing. How Italy had looked running around his workshop, surrounded by those stupid coo coo clocks.