The last thread of marguerite

by Ella's-heRald

Warning! I am Hungarian so this is not good English. But if you want to húrt youself, then read. We're during the III. WW and there is not much hope for the surviving. Feli fells in love with a Nazi soldier and betrays his country. But there is Erzsébet too, who is a refugee from Hungary and she becomes good friend with Feli! Okey, I can't write summary.

Europe has become a cruel place in the III. World War. The 3 great powers; German, Hungarian and Russian are fighting against each other and are trying to spread their ideas around the World. The goal of the Hungarian Kingdom is to reach the old big Hungary, the Germans once again become full nationalists, but this time they do not kill so many people, just who are really considered to be the enemies of their home. From Russia, they are trying to hold back these two powers together with the Baltic States, the Black Sea countries and the Eastern Mediterranean. Turkey and Italy, who support the Neutral (impartial) side, are the ones who miss out on these. In these countries; Austria, Switzerland, the United Kingdom, America, France and Spain and the two countries mentioned above do not want to join the war, so they even punish those groups who are Estremists (extremists). Still, Italy is the most rigorous one, because if you are a member of such a group, you will be killed locally if you are elderly or single, not married and the engagement does not matter. The others are sent to a life-long work camp and if they are released, the following names will stick to it until the end of their lives: Sectarian, Rebellion, Espía (spy), Infido (traitor). It depends on what they are accused of, although they all get the same punishment, treating them like animals.
The Kingdom of Hungary has been in conquest for 5 years and has occupied all of Romania and southern Slovakia. The Czechs are now negotiating and spying in Croatia.
Smaller groups are reserved for Forze Dell'Ordine (law enforcement agencies), which are only estimated by FDO in all countries, in all languages. The Italian leader is probably the most successful, though it is not a wonder whose name is Iulius Vargas. Descendant of an old partisan family who stayed covered in World War II from the Germans. Iulius disagrees with his family's politics because he thinks the Italians are strong enough to protect themselves, they should not have been reunited with other peoples, so that an alien's statue or name should be glorified for years, tens of years. He hates people who are beyond the sea because he finds them more cold and disgusting, not like the traitors or Germans.
He's sitting at his desk in his office, with a piece of paper that he should write or check, but he's been working too much today, so he takes his last document, addressed to a letter and his name. He sighs in disgust and breaks the envelope with German writing with a leaf opener. He removes the letter and, as he runs through it, turns red from the poison and throws the letter into the trash next to his desk. The paper sticks are slowly falling to the bottom of the trash. I've been asked again ... Iulius often receives a letter to try to move the FDO to support the Nazi Germans. He feels bad about that. If they are so cool, they can do it without us. They should ask the Japanese. Someone is knocking on the door and he places the papers in beautiful towers, then adjust his tufted hair, which is a bit of a gray, although it doesn't change much. "Come in." A young lady enters, her eyes and light brown hair are similar colors. She has a fresh policeman's outfit, no honors, no rank, a simple student. "Sir, your grandchildren..." Iulius just takes a smile and then adjusts his coat behind his backrest. Gets closer to his desk and the door opens again. Two younger teenagers come through the door, who look a little similar, especially in their facial features. Both have brown hair, but one has green, the other has amber eyes. There is a more formal dress on the green eyed; black shirt, jeans with similar color and shiny brown boots under the knee. The amber eyed is dressed more loosely like a student; green T-shirt, gray vest, light blue jeans and a black sports shoes. They both sit in different armchair, to the left of Iulius. The old policeman smiles and looks at the boys. "Why do I get your visit?" The younger who looks like a student answers. "With my brother we decided to come to you because... because..." Iulius laughs and gets up from his leather chair. He takes his coat and takes the keys from his desk. "There is no reason to be with me, because you are my grandchildren." The grandfather is hugging both of the young people over their shoulders, who have just come out of the separate armchair. The older brother tells their grandfather that they have actually come because they could keep their usual restaurant visit since this day is Wednesday. When they leave the office, Iulius closes the door with a key.
Outside there is a beautiful early spring time. The birds chirp, the smell of flowers spread in the air, but I wish there were less dressed soldiers and policemen on the streets, so it's not like a normal day. People come out of their house, but they don't stop talking in front of any shops. And at the time of shopping, they are not as self-assured or kind and smiling as they usually are, while we are talking about Italians. Among the 3 Italians, the youngest goes to a street-side grocery, where there are a few fruits. He starts to look at the apples and their condition, one falls down and he picks up it from the ground. He turns to his grandpa and brother while holding up the fruit. They just shake their heads that they don't need anything, so he goes in alone. His brother and grandfather sit on a bench in front of the grocery and almost lay on it. As they look at the few walkers, the young asks how Iulius's work was. Of course, he denies the letter, but his grandson isn't stupid, so he asks again. Then the old man gives up. "Yes, they wrote again." The boy puts his head lazyly between his legs and his arms on his knees. "But why for you? You are not the leader of the country!" "Influence, you'll learn it later." Meanwhile, the other young man comes out of the shop and bites his apple. His brother goes with his hands in his pocket and questions why he has to eat an apple when they go to the restaurant. And they almost started fighting if their grandfather was not here to make peace between the boys. "Feliciano! Lovino! If you don't behave, you wont get food for 2 days!" The boys are frightened, because if Grandpa Iulius says this, he will not joke and he really does it. Then they go along the street like two angels, Italian-angels.

October 19, 2091, Republic of Hungary
The president died and the country is mourning the golden man, who had such a strong hand that the 2080 crisis is almost forgiven in the country. They are asking who will be the new president.

October 24, 2091
They have elected the new president and he's now preparing for his first official speech announcing his first steps. His men, who of course he did not choose, are jumping around him like the dogs if they want bone. He feels digust about it, and his first steps will be to remove these "door mats" from the parliament. They put on him the best, most expensive suit they could find and put on him as if he couldn't put on himself. They put the pearled, white shoes in front of his feet, he looks at it like a bare cat, and then he stepps in them. A blond-haired, slightly over make-uped man comes up with a microphone that he handles. "Thank you my friend." They shake hands and the president exits behind the curtain, what was protecting him until this moment. The cameras are immediately cluttering and the reporters take their phones or tablets to make a voice-record of their new president first words for the country. Some are the reporters make recordings that go straight to the Internet. People of 100,000's are sitting or standing and waiting for the speech. "Citizens, today, we are closing a chapter and opening a new one! My first action has already done." The Archbishop of Esztergom is coming out and handing over the coronation tools to the man. "I, Lajos Héderváry declare that I am your new king and now the name of this country is Great-Hungarian Kingdom. I chose this name because we will be great again! Within 10 years we will have the whole area of the old Austro-Hungarian Monarchy, if not more! "

December 16, 2091
The President of Germany declares that it will once again a full nationalism in the country and make as big the country as it was during Hitler's time. They would like to get the old allies again.

March 6, 2097
The 3 Italians turn around a corner and go to the other side where there is a huge square with a restaurant in the middle. Outside, there are nice little tables where couples tend to sit, eat freaky cookies and drink cocktails with liter. There is also a small garden that is famous, though a sad thing. Here is the last marguerite group that was not destroyed by war. It is almost a national treasure among the Italians. As they get closer, the name of the restaurant can be read well; 'Un filo di margherita' (a strand of daisy). There is Italian music from the inside, which is performed by ordinary singers in the restaurant. They are just the same workers as waiters, the only different is that you can't order anything, but just music, for free. The little family goes in and goes straight to the counter, where is a brown-haired, green-eyed young man who wipes the glasses. Iulius sniffed at the younger man who dropped a bottle of red wine from under the counter, then handed it over to the policeman. His grandchildren look at he as if he had raped a virgin woman before their eyes. "What is it? I give it to you too." "I would believe your grandfathers in your place." He smiles at the boys and put the last glass down. "So, what's for today? Pizza or spaghetti?" Both replies arrive at the same time, Lovino's first, Feliciano's second choice. Because their grandfather was called out by a retired employee, he is not there to stop the Brothers disagreement. He's back only when Lovino shouts at the bartender. "Fuck off Marcello!" Iulius sends the dirty mouthed to a distant table, so the grumpy Italian with his hands in his pockets, again, goes to a table that is near the wall and not far from a window which he looks straight when he sits on a chair next to the wall. Meanwhile, his grandfather tries to apologize to the worker, but he says with a wide smile that there is no big problem, there are worse people, Lovino has only had a bad day. Of course, the Italian hears everything while watching the young people who are walking in the square, who are already drunk. He looks at his wristwatch, which he always wears on his right wrist and finds that as it only passed 5 o'clock. When he turns back, he notices his younger brother sat down who has a big smile on his face. "How was your day?" Lovino sighs and looks under the table where he clenches his fists, then releases and exhales his air. Now he responds with a slightly softer face expression. "There are a lot of them, and most are teenagers ... they escaped from the front." He smiles a little, but in this, pain and doubts can be seen. "They don't know Italian, I'm annoyed ... and I'm just a little freak student." His brother also looks out the window, he puts his hair out of his eyes. "Next year you will be a professional operator." "Yeah ..." While their grandfather and Marcello are coming and bring some glasses. They put them on the table and open the bottle of wine and then fill everyone's glass. They talk pleasantly and a small crowd is gathering around them, fortunately they are all Italian, so they can speak with everyone in their native language.
Marcello's phone starts to ringing, which he gets out of his jeans pocket, but when he sees who's calling, he's picking up the phone so far away from his ear. "Dove sei? (Where are you?)" The phone sounds so loud that the roar in the restaurant can be heard. "Sono al lavoro, amore mio. (At work, my love.)" He gets up slowly and says the crowd that it's time to go, so the family is back together without any distractions. They drink some more wine then the worker returns. He apoligize, but he has to go because someone is waiting at home for him and if he doesn't get home, his girlfrien will be angry. "Of course, we understand! Then have fun ... AND USE CONDOMS !" "Grandfather!" Feliciano speaks angrily, or more annoyed, at the old pervert, who just laughs at his younger grandson. He starts to drink another bottle of wine and then he falls with a whop. So the brother couple is forced to talk to each other. "How good that he is the leader of this place." Feli says that while he's drinking. "I think it's good for us. We always get everything cheaper." They look at each other the smile at each other and clinking with the glasses. The red alcohol is a little bouncing out of both glasses, which trickles into the white tablecloth, but no one notices this. So far, the grandchildren have naturally drank less, but they will not last one who gives up is Lovino. He looks at his watch first, and when he notices the time, he gets up, but his head swings back and forth, so he collapses and when he descends to the ground, he pukes himself. "HUUUU, I won!" Feli stands up from his chair, but decides he is joins to his brother, grabs his head, starts laughing and swims on the carpet in the marsh. Nobody is really interested in what these two are doing, probably this is customary for them. Iulius slowly looks up behind the wine bottles and tries to warn his grandsons with his eyes crossed. "If you can't behave yourself, we'll go home." He has stomach problems too, but he is more likely to catch back than someone who is now trying to get up from his own vomiting. Lovino slowly stands up. "Antonio ... today ... he is coming." He then helps his brother, who is still laughing, and then they go to the bathroom to wash themself a little. Not long after this, their grandfather goes in the toilet, just like the two youngsters. Then they go to the counter and pay the lots of glass wine and two portions of food. As Iulius reaches his wallet, he thinks a little. How long can we be here? He looks at Lovi's watch and he puts the money on the counter. 1 and a half hours. We were drinking 1 hour, and I slept half. They leave the door and outside, probably because of the fresh air, Lovino starts to run, but as if he was chased by soldiers. He soon precedes the two "snails" who are tottering. Of course he is not in his best condition, but still running. He runs, but any clearheaded can only laugh at him. He slides between non-existent buoys and sometimes stumbles in his own foot, but luckily he doesn't fall. His guardian angel can be very hard-working, or someone can pray heavily for him, who sees how poor the young man is. He is completely sweaty and he is hurrying out of the village. The errants at the back also reached the edge of the field, where two birds fly above their heads, in the blue field of the sky, and their shadows in front of their feet. Feli can only look at the birds by lifting his hands over his eyes, because the last rays of the sun are so strong that it would blind him for a good time. In front of them, Lovi has already reached the top of the hill, from where the road would be just 10 minutes. However, he disappears suddenly, so the young Italian gives up and sits on the grass, where there are a few early spring flowers from which he tears away and starts weaving wreath. There are narcissus in it the most of, and even a few tiny yellow flowers that is cute. His grandfather sat down at the bottom of a oak tree not so far . He takes off her heavy coat that he puts under himself and leans on the tree. He raises his knees and looks at the opening flower that is the most beautiful gift of spring. That's the reason why I want to protect my country from war, my grandchildren. They have to grow up normally, start a family and have to die happy. That's why I'm against the Nazis. Lovino comes up again, shouting from the top of the hill. "Come on! The guest will be hungry!" That's how they are forced to get up and go to the impatient Italian, who also comes up with another figure. His tangled, deep brown hair is half-angled in his grass-green eyes that glow in the sun. "ANTONIO!" Iulius shouts as if he was 20 years old again and would shout to a dude he hadn't seen a few months ago.
Together they reached the house, which includes a small garden, a garage, a barn that was not used for a long time, and an artificial lake in which gold fishes are swiming. The house has a tile roof and has a worn yellow color. In front of the windows, the curtain is pulled and there are small tiles on the ledges, which have not yet opened the flowers. Antonio is getting closer, pointing, and looking at Iulius. "Will these be Pansies?" The old man just nods and opens the door with the key. It's dark inside, so Iulius pulling out the curtains. The two youngsters take off their footwear and Feli hangs his waistcoat on a hanger, which is over a sofa next to the front door. The guest sits on this sofa and stretches out. "It's like I haven't been here for years, but it was actually only a few months ago." "Yes ..." Lovino sits down on a chair that he draws and puts his chin on its back. "More precisely here you had the New Year's Eve. Like as you don't have your own house in the town. "That's true, but here's my old teacher, and the most cheerful and the dearest grandsons." He is pointing through them and pointing to the Italian last who is sitting in front of him. Meanwhile, Feliciano sat down beside him and leaned on his own thigh. Antonio continues. "Although I have come now to ask you what you have asked for your approaching birthday." Yes, this idiot, though my dear brother is younger than me, no matter how surprising, but we were born in a month and a day, with only 6 years difference. "Vee, I want a new pot of flowers." "And you Lovi?" The Italian hesitates. "Don't call me this ... and I don't know what to ask, I'm too old for that." Antonio wakes up and whispers something to Lovino who rounds his eyes and tightens the back of the chair. When he's fed up with stupidity, he picks up the chair, throws it back and starts chasing the guest who runs out of the house, the pursuer after him. Iulius sticks to the door and Feli hides behind him, whose head has the wreath.

3359 words. Sorry if there are some grammar mistake or any other mistake. I'm not very good at English.
Sajnálom ha van nyelvtani, vagy bármilyen másik hiba. Nem vagyok olyan jó angolos.