Authors Note: My first WIR fanfic! So happy! I got this idea after thinking about my holocaust unit that I studied in 8th grade last year. It really rubbed me the wrong way that all of those people were killed and tortured because they were different, so I wrote this to show that even in times of hate, love conquers all! Rated T, but will turn to M with certain chapters!

Warning! This story may contain: rape, sexual contact, character death, violence, abuse, fighting

Couples: Young!RalphXVanellope (Jawbreaker), Heroes Cuties, One sided Vanilla Butter

Prologue

Poland, 1924

On such a cool summer night you would expect the world to be at rest. The sun had already set, and each blindingly bright star appeared throughout the night sky. Fireflies littered across the ground and flickered helplessly, while the crickets chirped loudly for companionship.

Though everything seemed quiet in the soundless town of Plexburg, a blood curdling scream ripped through the silence. The sound came from the room of none other than Veronica Shweetz. Her freckled cheeks were hot and red from laboring, while her luscious mahogany hair stuck to her face. The blanket over her swollen stomach and exposed groin shifted as her chest heaved. She let out another painful yelp as tears poured down her face.

Mary, a midwife who aided her through the long hours of labour, put a damp cloth over Veronica's sweaty head. In hopes of settling the aching in her body. The short and stout women peered at the bloody opening and grimaced.

"C-can I push now?" The poor 20 year old gasped. Her eyes widened as another contraction slapped her in the face. She bit her lip just enough to ease her through the agony.

"Oh, not yet dear," Mary comforted with a stroke of Veronica's hair, "We need to wait for Felix. He will be here soon."

The young women twisted and pulled at the sheets until they ripped in her grip. She could feel the head of her child slowly work out of her body. The young brunette wanted to push so bad, but she had to wait for her brother. Not only was he a doctor, but she did not want him to miss the birth of his niece or nephew. "FELIX!"

Felix could hear his sister's screams at the front door of the brick house. He darted his hazel eyes to the light engulfed window at the top of the building. With one swift move, he slammed open the door and headed up the stairs. His torn shoes clacking against the creepy wood as he raced to the top. Once arriving, Felix tore off his thin jacket and jumped onto the bed in front of the door.

"Felix, thank god," Veronica breathed as more sweat poured from her body.

"Sorry I'm late darlin', hard day at the clinic, ya know," Felix then peeled off his hat and gloves worn throughout his stressful working day. He allowed Mary to leave while he prepped his twin. Placing one hand on her knee, he checked to see the baby's progress, "Okay, you are just about there. We might need to wait a little longer..."

"No, I can feel it, I need to push NOW," Veronica bore down on her body as hard as she could. Pushing the small body of the child out of her.
Felix told her not to, but she continued anyway. As the Jewish girl was pushing, she suddenly felt something rupture in her body. A sickening crunch filled the air as she let out a guttural yelp. The pasty crimson fluid known as blood splashed from her and onto the white sheets.

"Veronica, NO!" Felix tried supporting the head of the unborn child only to have his sister's blood coat his sore fingers. He watched in horror as blood spewed from her nearly lifeless body. His heart leapt into his throat as his mind raced. Time was ticking away, and he needed to work fast, "Veronica, listen to me! You musta' hit a blood vessel or somethin'! Push as hard as you can before the baby suffocates!"

He didn't have to tell her twice. Veronica bore down again with the last of her remaining energy. Getting weaker and weaker as the seconds passed. With one last push, the baby eased out of her body and into Felix's hands. A loud cry filled the room as the child squirmed in the arms of her uncle.

"It's a girl!" The brown-haired uncle swaddled his niece in is old jackets and handed her to her pale mother.

Veronica breathed raspilly. She eyed the little black-haired baby sitting in her arms. Little freckles dotted the newborns cheeks, while her tiny eyes were the beautiful hazel color of her own. "V-Vanellope."

"What was that doll?"

"Vanellope, t-that is her name. That's her...name," Veronica coughed up a messy mixture of blood and fluid. Felix quickly dived and grabbed for his niece before she would be covered in it. He gripped the baby tightly as he watched his sister slowly die before him. She turned to Felix with grey eyes and swallowed, "F-Felix...p-promise m-me.."

The brown-haired man shifted closer to Veronica. With tears brimming in his brown eyes he sniffed, "Yes?"

"P-protect...h-her...guide..h-her...t-teach..her..S-she will n-need it." With the last of her dying energy, she ripped something from her neck and held it in her palm. It was a long silver chain with a petite heart-shaped locket attached to the middle. The section that made the charm even more beautiful were the elegant cursive letters that spelled HOPE on the front. Veronica dropped the locket into her brother's spare hand and closed it for him.

The two siblings gazed into each others tired eyes. Veronica's smile suddenly faded as her eyes became glossy and wide. Felix gasped as he felt the blood of his twin sister soak the side of his hands. Revealing that more than half of the be was drenched with the liquid. His dark brown eyes brimmed and freely flowed with depressive tears. His bloody hand slowly inched to his sister's. The young man kissed the delicate, pale flesh. With one swift move, Felix closed Veronica's eye lids and covered her body with a white sheet. Then stared at the bloody white bed while letting her death sink into his mind.

Vanellope was still whimpering. Her little hazel eyes brimming with tears, as if she knew that she was motherless. Felix shushed the baby and rocked her.
"Sshh. It's alright, Vanellope," the uncle lulled as he rocked the child. He glanced at the locket in his palm and placed it near the baby's little fist. Afterwards, Felix kissed Vanellope's button nose. Finally snuggling her close to his crying face, "I-I will not let anyone hurt you...I promise."