Meine konigreich,
Feburary 25 1946
'Do you hate me?' He said, staring up at his brother, the once weak short kid had now turned into one of the most powerful countries in the world.
'You are my brother, you looked after me, you were always there when I needed you, how can I hate you?' The latter replied. He looked at his older brother in concern, the older's hair was no longer shiny, his eyes no longer full of life, the war had destroyed so many, including his brother.
The blonde did not say anything, he knew that his brother hated to appear anything but his happy self. Sitting in the garden next to a bed of white roses, he simply shrugged, he wanted to, he wanted to ask his younger brother, just to make sure that there is one person in the world that did not hate him like everybody else. Meeting the blonde's worried glance, he looked away, not wanting to make anyone to think that the happy country was not his real personality, even to his beloved brother, he couldn't make them suffer too.
'Do you think others still hate me? It has been more than a year but-'
'If they still hate you then they would hate me even more, it wasn't your fault, we had to listen to him.' The blonde looked away, sure it had been more than a year but would they ever forget about it? It had cost too many lives, so many that could have lived a long happy life, but their dreams were destroyed by him, doing things against their will, against morality, even his older brother had disapproved, but in the end, the blonde did it out of his own power hoping it would make the whole country stronger, but instead, it simply made the country even worse. All his fault yet again. His older brother, again, took the blame, again, had protected his little brother, all his fault.
Then the blonde paused, looking at his brother, puzzled. Why? Why did he mention this today? He was usually the happy, loud one but today, he seemed to be quiet even for the blonde.
'Bru-' the blonde started.
'But never mind, I'm sure they forgave us already.' The older interrupted, fake smile shined upon his face, but looked away, when the younger stared at him. Telling lies was never a hobby of his, even if it was, his fake smile always give it away.
Instead, he stood up and headed towards the house, 'beer, you?' He asked.
The younger shook his head and watched as the older walked back and smiled. At least nothing bad will happen for a while...
'Hey! Stop smiling like an idiot. Come inside, I know you need beer.'
Dragging himself out his own thoughts, he started towards the door, it seemed so sunny today.
'Come one, West!'
The blonde sighed and ran towards the door.
'Ja, Bruder.'