Hey guys. I had this idea during Lit class when we started learning about the Holocaust. Sorry if it's a little set up strange or whatever. Word hates me today -_-
A Rise in Power
I was slammed against the wall. Hard.
"Not so tough now, are you, Germany?" America laughed.
This has been happening ever since I lost World War 1. The Allies seemed to beat me up almost every day. So many things they've taken from me. So many things they've done. They have brought my country into a deep depression... one I don't think I'll recover from.
Russia picked me up by my shirt collar.
"I think he has had enough," Britain said, "Let's go."
Russia dropped me and turned back to the others. I picked up a rock and threw it at them. It hit Britain in the back of the head. He turned around and glared at me then laughed.
"And I was being nice. Maybe you need another lesson?" he walked up to me. I stood my ground. He looked me in the eye and smiled.
"Who do you think you're dealing with?" with that he punched me in gut hard. So hard I gripped my stomach and dropped to my knees. He laughed, turned around, and walked away. I watched them with hate.
One day, I'll be powerful again.
I got up and limped back to my house.
The Next Day
I was walking down the streets of Berlin.
Everything seemed dead.
So many shops were closed and families on the streets.
How do they survive?
In the middle of my thoughts I felt myself get picked up by my shirt collar.
I looked up.
It was France.
"God damn it! Can you guys just leave me alone?" I yelled at them but my voice seemed small.
"Nope," France said smuggly and threw me down on the ground.
They were about to attack me again when I saw a man stand in between me and the Allies.
"Stop! Don't you know when you've done enough?" he yelled.
The other nations looked at him in surprise.
"Fine. Though this isn't over," Britain scowled and walked away. The others followed him.
"Thanks," I said to the man, a little out of breath.
Turning to me, I saw he had brown hair and brown eyes.
"Of course. Anything for this great country," he smiled.
"Who are you?"
"Hitler, sir," he saluted to me, "Adolf Hitler."
"I remember you. You fought in World War 1 for me."
"Yes sir, that was me. I have great plans for you. I bet I could get you out of the depression," he extended his hand to me, "You just have to trust me. You'll see. I can lead you to greatness and create the perfect race."
I looked at the hand.
"And," he smirked, "You'll get some revenge on those five."
I looked at him. He looked sincere. Maybe I can trust him...
I took his hand.
Man, I made the Allies seem like JERKS! NOOO! GERMANY THAT WAS THE WORST MISTAKE OF YOUR LIFE!