FIRST FIC! I finally was able to get my own account! Took me forever but I did it! And this is my first story! And since I'm a concerned jew, I'm gonna be doing jew-fics! This is my first one, about the jewish land himself, Israel.
R&R!
The young boy was about sixteen years old. He had dark hair and wore a military uniform at all times . He usually shied away from other nations, probably because every single one of them (except his best friend, America) had tried to kill his people at some point. He was very reserved and rarely spoke, except to his friends, so few of them there were.
He was quiet, though he could also be labeled a silent killer, at least that was what the muslim nations called him. It seemed that whenever they attacked him, they always ended up beaten to the ground with the jew standing above them, looking upset that his cousins had attacked him.
The muslims complained about him a lot, but in recent years they had learned their lesson about attacking the jew and had by and large left him be. Except Iran, who hated the jew for reasons nobody else but her knew, and of coarse Palestina, though most westerners called her Palestine.
If Russia thought that his situation with Belarus was bad, he had it good compared to what Israel had to go through with Palestina. Every day without fail she would bang on his door and scream that they needed to become one state. He had given her some land to try and keep her away, but she was persistent, threw things and set bombs around his house in an effort to get him to surrender and become one with her. But Israel somehow held up, he'd rather go back and live in Europe then become one state with her.
Europe. The very word brought back bad memories. Israel was a relatively new nation, he's been born around WWII, though his only memories of that time period were of his mother, Ashkenazim.
Just thinking about his mother made him sad. Even though he'd barely been four at the time, he remembered all too well how the German Bastard had taken her away never to be seen again, then how the German Bastard had locked him in his basement for so long until America came around and rescued him, then took him under his wing.
He didn't remember much from that war, but he remembered enough.
So what do you think? Should I continue? Oh, and Ashkenazim is the European jews, you can guess what happened to her.
Palestinia does want a one –state solution, which wouldn't be good for Israel
I don't really know where I'm going with this, but if I get some inspiration or an idea maybe I'll write about Askkenazim
Review please!