Germany drank to forget. He wanted to forget what he had done to the innocent. When he had become inebriated, he found it was easy to convince himself they were guilty of something. But when morning came the guilt was back along with a hangover. He had stopped training after the war, afraid if he'd continue the other countries would accuse him of preparing for another war. Italy had not talked to him since he left the Axis and Japan was too sick to even talk. He had beat his dogs one night in a drunken rage, when he awoke the next morning to care for them they were gone. Truly now he was alone.
Sometimes he would allow himself to cry, but then became angry at the thought of becoming weak. Many nights he would just sit in front of a mirror with his Luger, every time he would bring it to his temple, he would stop and remind himself to keep fighting. He didn't know why but he couldn't give up, something inside him just wouldn't let him.
He kept a quote on his wall, "In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart." – Anne Frank. He would stare at this quote, and just stop. He had killed her. The girl who believed everybody was good at heart, had been killed by the man who knew otherwise. He knew everything was gone.
He lifted his gun, and this time nothing stopped him.