"50 years have passed since World War Three... And ever since that war, everyone's different. People are either born into one country, or the other. There's no in between. Each human is born with the mark of their country."
"But... What happens if you're born with the mark of a former nation?"
"You either choose your country or you are given the option to nomadicly travel through the different countries. I still remember clear as day when that boy was born... He was such a fine young man. If only he was still with us..." An old lady spoke to her grandson.
"Grandma Elizabeta, I wanna hear more about that person." The little boy said, ignore the annoyed grunts from his twin brother beside him.
She grinned, "Of coarse, Feli... Where should I start? Oh, I'd better tell you his name."
The boy nodded eagerly, his copper-yellow eyes gleaming. She sat back in her rocking chair, "His name... Was Gilbert, the last Prussian. He was the bravest man I'd ever met, and he had a tongue that was made for insulting." She chuckled, "But none the least, he was the most perfect man for your father, Feliciano."
The boy blinked, "But... what about Mama?"
She shook her head, "Your mother only came in after Gilbert had passed away, and she knew your father would never forget him... and well, she was okay with that."
He nodded, "Oh..." He looked up at her, "Grandma Elizabeta, can we get to the story now?"
She nodded, "Of coarse... Where should I start?"
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Yes! This is a short chapter... Its cuz its more of a Opening. The real story will start next time! Ima be slow cuz I wring this while I'm writing Life as He Knows It... So, well... HERE WE GO! XD I literally thought of this while I was listening to The Hanging Tree Song. lol BYE