READ FIRST: Alright, so before you guys read my story, I want to let you know that what I am writing is highly sensitive material and possibly offensive to some people. It probably doesn't even make sense that I am adding a Vietnamese girl as the protagonist during World War II. I will try to make it work no matter how ridiculous it sounds. I am not an expert on the Holocaust or World War II, so if you catch something that is off, please tell me immediately and I will fix it. If the majority of you find this highly offensive, I promise I will take this story off. But before we carry on, I want to let you guys know that I take the Holocaust and World War II very seriously and I don't plan on sugarcoating the atrocities that the Nazis and Adolf Hitler have committed which is why rating might go up later on. Plus, it has always been a subject that I favored in school thus this story. I have read Dear Enemy by Jack Cavanaugh, Number the Stars by Lois Lowry, Those Who Save Us by Jenna Blum, Devil's Arithmetic by Jane Yolen, Summer of my German Soldier By Bette Greene, The Boy In The Striped Pajamas by John Boyne. I have seen the movie, The Pianist, parts of Tarantino's Inglorious Basterds and parts of Schindler's List. I am basing my knowledge out of those sources and so what I write may not be accurate so I am going to keep things a bit vague. Even though this is a romance, I will focus on friendship more since instant love between a Nazi and an Asian girl is extremely unlikely. There will be NO lemon. There will be Hungary in here and a little bit of a love triangle.
Warning: bad grammar but I will try to grammar nazi this, sensitive material, Vietnam's and Prussia's potty mouths, bad writing, inaccurate history, Nazism ideology, graphic materials and tortures, Hetero, derogatory nicknames for different races, human names used
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, but you all know that. ;)
Prussia = Gilbert Beilschmidt
Germany = Ludwig Beilschmidt
Hungary = Elizabeta Héderváry
Poland = Feliks Łukasiewicz
Vietnam = Nguyen Hoang Lien
Enjoy~
"I had voluntarily joined the ranks of the active SS and I had become too fond of the black uniform to relinquish it in this way." –Rudolf Hoess, Commandant of Auschwitz
Friday 2:35 pm 2013
(Vietnam's POV)
"Go. Away. Now."
"And why would I do that?"
"You are in my personal territory."
"Kesesese! Since when was this your territory?"
"Since you stepped foot on it, now stop breathing my air, dumbass."
"Why are you so mad?"
"I'm not mad! I don't have a clue what you're talking about, Kraut."
Tension between the Prussian male and me grew stubbornly, as we had a stare off.
"Are you still angry about that, woman?"
"And what's exactly 'that', which you are talking about?"
"Heh, you are easier to read more than you think, Lien."
I huffed.
"Do not say my name with such familiarity and I am not mad!"
"Stop lying to yourself."
"Shut the fuck up, Kraut."
It was a memory that I didn't want to remember. The idiot just had to bring it up, didn't he?
"You are mad." He insisted.
"No. I'm not!"
"Then why the hostility towards the awesome me?"
"I am not mad. You are just annoying." I said through clenched teeth. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. This Prussian man was just so fucking…infuriating!
"Why would I be mad when I had to work so hard for your East German people with such low wages? Why would I be mad when some of my people were sent to the hospital; some even fucking died from the injuries that your neo-nazis caused."
"We are trying to-" But I interrupted him.
"Why the fuck would I be mad about you enforcing the fucking rule that all Vietnamese women had to kill her child if she were to be pregnant?!"
"…That was for the greater good!" He defended.
"Why the hell would I be mad when all I did was try to be your friend when I was in that god-forsaken country of yours, but nooooo. Apparently, you were too busy chasing your Hungarian sweetheart to notice."
Gilbert stared at me with perplexed eyes, but then his crimson orbs switched to mischievousness. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously.
"So you're jealous now, huh?" I felt blood rushing to my face.
"W-wha-huh! Of course not! You're such a dumbass and I'm not even done!"
"Seriously?" I saw him rolled his eyes.
"You and your brother left me to suffer the wrath of the communists after the fall of the iron curtain." My voice filled with more venom every second.
"No, Gilbert. I am not mad at all! You two only need each other right? You don't care about other people that are also suffering at all. Well both you and Ludwig can go fuck yourselves." It was his turn to narrow his eyes at me.
"Getting a bit self-centered there, don't you think, Lien? You forgot that because mein kleiner bruder and I were separated, your people were able to come here after your war to make a living."
I scoffed. "What living?"
"And, Ludwig, being the wonderful man that I raised him to be, generously fulfilled your selfish wishes to let your southern people in to his side to escape the war. He patiently tolerated the conflicts that are still happening between your people. Not to mention that our country is still in peril from the Second World War!"
"…"
"And isn't your country communist? I didn't know you had any trouble since I thought you fitted in just right with them."
I fucking can't believe he just said that to me. Doesn't he know that saying shit like that fucking hurts?!
"…Fuck you."
"The feeling is mutual, meine lieber." He retorted.
"Stupid, sausage eating, beer piss sucking, kraut, COCK."
I admit that hanging out with Alfred all the time, I was able to pick up some of the derogatory nicknames he used for the Germans, British, etc.
Gilbert raised an amused brow at my new name for him and a smirk crept up his face.
"Kraut cock, eh? That's a first, Pho munching, fish sauce brewing, Vietnamese BITCH."
My anger got the best of me and out came one word that made me regret opening my stupid mouth. The one word, dear reader that changed my life forever.
"Fucking…NAZI."
His red eyes widened at this and settled into a deadly glare that made me shrink back immediately.
Ooops.
"G-Gilbert…I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!" I began and tried to reach for him with my hand, but he dodged it immediately. I withdrew my hand back, dejected.
He just sat there and glared at me. I couldn't do anything but stare back regretfully.
It was like that for another two minutes. I couldn't bring myself to say anything else and he didn't feel the need to.
Finally, he startled me by suddenly standing up.
"Gil-" He stalked out the door of the meeting room and slammed the door behind him, loudly.
I flinched.
Sitting there and thinking back about our conversation, I felt very shameful about my immature outburst and decided to head home.
(A/N: wiki/Vietnamese_people_in_Germany#East_Germany If you go to this link and read the whole entire East Germany section, you will get an idea of what Prussia and Vietnam were fighting about.)
Friday 3:50 pm
(No One's POV)
Gilbert was sauntering around Arthur's drawing room.
Every five minutes or so, he would turn and stare at his companion as if he wanted to say something, but doesn't and would just go back to stomping around.
Arthur knows when Gilbert doesn't act like his usual self. He has known the man all his life and Gilbert always proved him that he was a person with easy smiles and a never fluttering attitude and ambition. If he is stalking around with all glares and no talk, then something is definitely wrong. Today was one of those days only worse.
Arthur was uneasy.
Don't get him wrong. His German friend was a really great, but trigger him mad and he will give you hell to pay. Arthur doesn't even want to recall the time when his brother, who now lives in America was sent to the hospital for a few broken ribs caused by none other than Gilbert himself. Apparently, Alfred did not have enough tact and common sense to not touch the Eastern German's younger brother with one of his racist jokes.
Arthur shifted in his seat uncomfortably as Gilbert continues mumbling to himself about some pitiful…Vietnamese...did he just say "bitch?"
"Ahem. Er, Gilbert?" Arthur started and Gilbert stopped his self-ranting and turned to his British friend.
"What's going on with you, mate? You're not yourself today." Gilbert rolled his eyes at that.
"Yeah, no shit, Kirkland. I'm pretty sure I made that obvious enough." The Englishman shifted again. Yep, he was definitely in a bad mood. He decided to pick up a newspaper on the daily news to busy himself while the other man calms himself down.
After about thirty minutes, Arthur sees Gilbert standing in front of a portrait of Queen Elizabeth ii with his hands on his hips.
"Sit down, why don't you. Tea?" He offered, careful not to anger the man. Gilbert sighed and did as requested and accepted the delicate piece of China that the blonde man offered him.
"Thank you."
Arthur nodded and went on to ask his question.
"So what's eating you, Gilbert?"
Said man sat there in thought for a bit and then finally relinquished what was bothering him.
"Do you know the Vietnamese girl named Lien? The one who stayed in my country to work for that bastard, Ivan Braginski for a few years?"
"Nguyen Hoang Lien? Yes, indeed I know the bird. I met her a few years ago in Washington D.C when that idiotic chap, Alfred introduced me to his 'Capitol'."
The German nodded.
"And did something happen between you and her?" Gilbert began rubbing his temples and crossed both of his legs on the table.
"I don't know if you haven't noticed Artie, but women these days apparently think that acting bitchy, is the feminine thing to do."
Arthur chuckled and sipped his golden tea.
"I won't argue with you on that. The last time I saw her, she wasn't exactly in the right mood not to mention she carries a rather distasteful attitude." He replied, recollecting his experiences with her in D.C.
Gilbert gave a short laugh at that.
"You see, Lien is bitter." He explained to the Brit. Arthur raised a thick brow.
"Oh? Carry on."
Gilbert sipped his tea.
"Enduring a really long and bloody battle during the Cold War can shape one's attitude towards life but that is understandable. After the war, some of her people from the Northern part of Vietnam and her came to my side of the country to work during the Soviet reign. I admit that my people were not used to foreigners back then and didn't treat the Vietnamese as awesome as she thought they would."
"And that is where the glitch between the two of you kicked in, I assume?"
"Kind of…it got worse with the neo-nazis reappearing and even more after I was reunited with mein bruder."
"Hmm, I see. But the poles and the Turks were treated that way too right?"
"Yes, but it was worst for her back then I think."
"Hmm."
"Oh, and there is one other thing. It is just a thought though."
"You are using the present tense." Arthur pointed out in which Gilbert chuckled heartily.
"I think she is also upset that I gave Elizabeta more attention than her."
Arthur spat out his tea and tried to bite back a laugh.
"You can't be serious, mate!" Gilbert smiled.
"Are you absolutely sure it is not that egotistical personality of yours getting to you?"
The cerise-eyed man grinned.
"As I said, I'm not sure, but let's be real here. Who wouldn't want a piece of the awesome me? Kesesese!"
The Englishman rolled his eyes at his arrogant friend and helped himself to another cup of tea.
"What happened next?"
The grin dissolved.
"I gave her a piece of my mind. She was got more pissed if that was even possible and I myself was starting to get annoyed. We started calling each other silly names and…"
The Prussian rested his head on both of his hands that were behind his neck. His eyes were narrowed into dangerous slits.
"..then she called me a nazi."
The Brit stared at him, shocked.
"That little git…she just totally went there didn't she." He mumbled.
They sat there for a while in silence.
"Gilbert, you didn't just come here to tell me about this did you." It wasn't a question. "You want something that only I can do right?"
Gilbert smirked.
"You're quite sharp, Kirkland."
"It comes with being stuck with you all these years. You are not good at hiding your bitterness either, Beilschmidt."
Said man laughed, humorlessly.
"Tell me something new, Kirkland. Maybe something that doesn't involve you commenting about the personality I am born with."
"You want to have your little revenge on Lien, don't you?"
"Awww, come on. I'm not that bad, Artie!" Gilbert's face shifted to mock hurt.
Arthur frowned at the German skeptically and he returned the frown with a sheepish grin.
"Hey Arthur, I've heard that you are quite capable of this thing you call 'black magic'."
"It is absolutely pure magic to you, sir!" He snapped.
"Yeah, yeah. So anyway, what can you do with it?" Gilbert inquired, waving it off.
"That is too broad of a question, Beilschmidt."
"Can you mess with people using your 'black magic'?"
"Are you a wanker? Of course I can!"
"Wunderbar~"
"You want me to use it on her, don't you?"
"Maybe~ It's just to teach her a little lesson, don't worry."
The British man stared at the German skeptically and then finally resigned.
"I suppose it will do her some good in the future."
And so the two European men walked out of the drawing room to proceed with their not-so-nice plan.
5:15 pm
"What kind of punishment exactly do you have in mind?" Arthur asked as the two men entered the cold, vast room in the basement. The room was spacey and lined with bookshelves carrying several thousand books of different natures. They were rusty and old, but that was what made it look appealing. Combining its medieval decor along with the candles, being the room's only lighting gave the room a gloomy atmosphere.
In the center, was an ancient diagram mainly used for dangerous spells.
"Hmm, probably something that might help change Lien's attitude towards me?" Was the answer.
Arthur pondered a bit on Gilbert's request and an idea popped up in his mind. He walked over to the wooden stand that carries his spell book and flipped through it. Gilbert looked over the Brits shoulders and glanced at the readings curiously. He recognized the language to be in old Latin.
"Yes, this ought to do the trick." Arthur murmured to himself. He carried the spell book to the circular diagram and said a few Latin phrases ominously.
Instantly, there was a green fire surrounding the circular edges and the green glowed to connect all the designs of the ancient markings. A light was emerging from the center and a gust of wind blew the whole entire room. Arthur and Gilbert had to dodge and duck from all of the falling objects. After a few moments, the wind suddenly stopped.
"What the hell was that?" Gilbert asked between pants. Arthur hurriedly ran over to the circle to inspect it.
His eyes widened and his mouth drifted apart, but no words came out. The emerald eyed-man then paced around the room looking for some kind of tool.
"Shit…shit…SHIT." Arthur muttered and yelled to himself.
Gilbert just watched the scene nonchalantly.
"What's the matter with you, Kirkland? Is there anything wrong?"
The blonde just gave the white-haired man a panicked look and shook his head hurriedly. Gilbert was getting suspicious now. Arthur raced to grab his spell book and kept flipping through the pages.
"Is that so? Then do me the honor of telling me whether the spell worked or not." Gilbert said, crossing his arms.
Several minutes passed.
"Well?"
"Gilbert…"
"Hm?"
"I have a feeling something really wrong just happened…"
"No kidding. What would that be, Artie?"
"…I think I just transported Vietnam back to the time of the Holocaust."
"…."
The Brit would be lying if he said he was not deathly afraid out of his Celtic wits at the Prussian man's silence. He mentally prepared himself for the rage that is about to come.
"…"
"What did you just say?"
Arthur was shrinking under the German's intense crimson gaze.
"You heard me, Beilschmidt. I-I said..that…Lien was just transported back in time of World W-"
"I heard what you said, you fool." Gilbert thundered, creeping towards the poor Brit. "The question is how to reverse that spell!"
"I don't know how! I don't even know how that happened!" Arthur whined helplessly.
"Didn't you say you were good at magic?!"
"I never said I was good at magic, you git! You were the one who came to that conclusion," Was the indignant reply. Gilbert groaned and rubbed his temples once again.
"This was not what I wanted…" He said softly, partially to himself.
"Well, at least her attitude towards you will change now, haha." The Englishman suggested weakly only earning him another glare.
"What good will it do if she only fears me?" The German demanded.
"But I thought this was what you wanted. That you wanted to mess with her!"
Gilbert sighed defeated. He was starting to seriously regret this whole entire plan and lamented thinking about it at all. He guessed this was God's way of playing with him like he always had. Never in Gilbert's life had he had to rely on magic to settle grudges and fights before. Anyone who knows Gilbert would know that he likes to do things independently and with his own hands only. He wondered why he used it this time and on Lien of all people! Sure, he was angry with the Vietnamese frau. No one had ever disrespected him that way. He came from an ex-nation that was once one of the most powerful empires in the world if not the most. He was used to being bowed down to and respected for his powerful position in his country and army and that woman dared remind him of his dreadful past and called him a name that he had been trying to escape for years. He knew he was very upset and wanted to "punish" her, but this was really going too far. He didn't want her to hate him for good!
"We have to bring her back before it is too late. We can't let her go get herself killed can we." He said wryly.
Arthur could only nod in agreement.
A little while ago at Wang Yao's House 4:30 pm
(Vietnam's POV)
I was sitting on the ground, holding a cup of Jinseng tea next to my brothers and sister. Kiku, Im Soo, Yao and Mei was playing a little game of poker and having a few bickers here and there. They asked me to play with them, which I declined. I was not in the mood for any fun and games after what happened between me and Gilbert a while ago. Obviously, the idiot annoyed me to no end and I still hold grudges against him from the past, but even I know what I said was over the top and unnecessary. I sighed, guiltily. I had tried to apologize earlier, but it looks like he won't be forgiving me any time soon.
I huffed. It's not likeI care about that Kraut anyway. He said rude things to me too, didn't he? Stupid German…messing with my feelings.
"Lien?" A voice with a strong Chinese accent interrupted my angry thoughts.
"Yeah?"
"Are you sure you don't want to join us?" Yao asked, his eyes showing mild concern. I sighed.
"No, it's fine. I think I should head home anyway. It's getting late." I mumbled and started to pack my things.
"Sister, you are acting a bit weird today." Mei pouted. "You should spend more time with us!" And then the Taiwanese girl went on a string of how she and I should go shopping more often.
I huffed.
"But I'm always stuck with you annoying bunch."
"You know you love us~" I blushed when Im Soo said that.
"Hmpf! Yeah, whatever."
I thought it was a bit chillier than it was supposed to be when I stepped outside. It was June after all. I just shrugged and kept heading towards my house. Tomorrow, I need to get ready for another political meeting anyway and I remember having to discuss with the Dutchman, Abel about building our relations.
I was jogging down the side walk when a gust of wind blew through my skin. I felt my spine crawl from the cold and I looked around me in confusion. Trees were swaying back and forth and the houses looked like they were moving. I felt my head get really dizzy. I tried to make a dash to my house, but before I could even step on my porch, I tripped and my face landed on the ground with a thud. I thought I heard some bones crack.
Back at Gilbert's Mansion
(Gilbert's POV)
Ring! Ring! Ring!
"Hallo?" A deep, German accented voice answered.
"Hallo Luddy, it's your awesome älter bruder!" I heard a sigh from the other line and frowned. Wasn't my beloved little brother happy to hear from me?
"What are you calling me for, bruder?"
"Stop sounding so grumpy all the time, Lud! Especially when you're talking to the awesome me, kesesese~"
Ludwig thought his brother sounded kind of different from before. It was like he was trying to force himself to be funny.
"You sound weird…"
Ludwig was just as observant as ever. He picked up too much from me. I chuckled and turned to my serious tone.
"Alright, I'll get straight to the point Ludwig. We have a little problem on our hand." I heard a pause from the other side and then some movement.
"What happened now, bruder?"
"What do you mean now? I hardly cause any problems! Do you have such little faith in me, Lud?" I asked, faking my voice to exaggerated hurt. I could feel him rolling his eyes on the other side.
"Please be serious, Gilbert. What the hell happened?"
"Lien is in trouble."
"…What?"
"Lien is in trouble."
"How?"
"Arthur over here couldn't do his work right, totally screwed things up." I replied and glanced over at the Brit who was looking uncomfortable while sitting on mybed.
"What did he do to Lien? Did he use any of that crazy stuff he does in private?"
"That's a bingo! I am so proud of you Luddy-pie! He used black magic!"
"Please stop calling me that!" Ludwig said exasperated with the nickname I used to call him when he was little. I laughed.
"But it fits you, Luddy-pie! But anyway, back to the subject. I asked Artie for a little favor that involves using his magic on Vietnam and as a result, he transported Vietnam back in time to World War ii."
I waited for the shock. It didn't come.
"Don't tell me he transported Lien to Europe during that time!" I glanced back to the Brit questioningly. He shifted his gaze away shamefully.
"Yep. In Europe." I replied.
"Oh…mein gott."
"So, I was wondering if you can help us get Lien back to the present time, ja?"
"Why did you need Arthur to perform his magic on the Vietnamese girl anyway? Nevermind. I don't want to know."
I smirked.
"So will you help us, Luddy-pie?"
"Fine. We need to get her back before the Waffen SS, Wehrmacht and Gestapos find her. We need to be quick about it too."
I shuddered at the names of my past jobs.
"Roger that. But how?"
"I will go to your place, bruder and then we will discuss." And then we hung up.
9:13 am Warsaw, Poland 1945
(Vietnam's POV)
I grunted as I tried to get up from the rough ground. I felt my head throb badly and I couldn't really feel my nose anymore. I must've broken it from the fall. I groaned.
Just great. I looked around me. I saw strange buildings that didn't look like it was from Vietnam. There were people, but they were definitely not Vietnamese. A lady who was holding a little boy's hand gave me a weird look. I immediately got up.
What the fucking hell? Where am I? Some people passed by me and looked at me strangely. They were talking in a language that I did not understand.
This was really weird. Maybe I am in a dream?
No. Things felt too real to be a dream. I started roaming my hands on the ground to make sure I was actually feeling something. I felt hard cement plus dirt and sand rubbing on my flesh. But where is Vietnam? Why am I here?
I saw more strange buildings. Most of the buildings looked like it was about to collapse anytime soon though.
What the hell happened?
Where am I?!
Am I hallucinating?
A girl came up to me with a worried look.
"Nie powinno tu być." She said.
What?
I'm definitely hallucinating. She frowned at me when I didn't reply and tried to shake me to get my attention. I pinched myself. That was when the pain told me that everything was real. And why are people here wearing such old-fashioned clothes? Do they have no taste at all? Not to mention, that the place looks like a total mess as if a country had just invaded it and took all the valuables.
"Jesteś asian! Musisz wydostać się z tego miejsca lub będą kłopoty!" The girl's voice rang through my ears and brought my attention back to her. She looked to be around my age, seventeen. She was wearing an oversized, knitted sweater that fell to her knees. Her legs were filthy and her long, curly blonde hair was very unkempt.
"I-I'm sorry. I don't understand what you're saying. I don't even know why I'm here at all!" I said helplessly, hoping she understood English. Any hope for a Vietnamese presence is completely lost.
She stared at me surprised and then smiled. I looked at her confused.
"Well? Can you help me or can't you?" I demanded curtly, but regretted it after her smile faded into a thin line.
"It is weird! I just saw you lie there on the middle of streets." She said with accented, poor English.
"What you doing in Poland? You are foreigner!" She said, her eyes holding a worried glint.
"Why does it matter if I am a foreigner or not?! Why am I in Poland?! I asked, bewildered.
"No, no! Are you Jewish? You must not be Jew! You not Aryan, but are you Jew?" She demanded, shaking me again.
"W-what the hell?! What the fuck are you talking about? Seriously, you guys are crazy. I'm not Jewish, but does it matter? " I asked, trying to get her hands off of me and my ao dai. She squinted at my clothes as if it was the most intriguing thing in the world. I glared back.
And then a sense of horror flew through me. She mentioned if I was Jewish and Aryan…wait a minute. I felt a sense of déjà vu.
…
No. No. No! It couldn't be…
"U-um…hey." I started. She turned from whatever she was doing to me.
"W-what…year is it?" I asked carefully. She looked at me as if I was out of mind which I probably am.
"You do not know? It is 1944, of course!" I felt myself run cold. 1944? 1944?! How the flying fuck is that possible?! It was 2013 just now!
No, no! And I am in POLAND too. Oh god…someone is definitely playing a trick on me. Yeah, that must be it.
I forced a laugh. It felt hoarse against my dry throat. The Polish girl frowned.
"You guys are joking right? Haha! Oh that's a good one!"
"…I am not joking. It is 1944."
I paled.
"Shut up!" I screamed. "Shut up! Shut up! It is NOT! I-it…it was just 2013 just now!" I started shaking my head and bashing it against the brick wall of a random building. The Polski girl went to sooth me and tried to get me from hurting myself.
I gasped and started panting. How could this be? This just has to be a nightmare! Why is this happening?
"It…it is 2013." I tried to tell myself. "It is 2013."
"Ssh...ssh…" The blonde girl said. "Maybe, you are having a fever?" She suggested.
I didn't say anything.
"I wish it was 2013." She suddenly said to me. "If it was 2013, the war would be over long time ago. There will be no more people dying. The Jews…wouldn't have to suffer anymore…"
She then went on and on. I just sat there, and listened tiredly.
"My name is Irena by the way. Irena Bajek." She smiled at me. I just stared back. Why was this strange girl here with me anyway? Why is she being so nice? Doesn't she have other problems of hers'?
"Shouldn't you be running away from like Nazis or something?" I asked, crudely. She looked thoughtful at that.
"No. I am not Jew." I huffed. Figures.
"Call me Lien." I said after a while. She looked at me confused.
"It's a Vietnamese name."
"Ah…"
"Irena?"
"Tak?"
"Is it really 1944?" I asked once more, hoping it wasn't it. Though inside, I knew that it was futile.
Irena nodded gravely, her eyes set on the ground.
"Yes, Len. It is 1944." I sighed.
"It's Lien."
Just then, I heard the blow of a whistle. Both Irena and my heads shot up at the startling sound. Whoever it was, it made Irena's face twist into one of pure terror.
"Lien, we must go. Now."
"What?!"
"Now! Hurry!"
She quickly took me by the hand and we scrambled to our feets. She was dragging me towards into what looked like a different passageway.
"Irena! What's going on?" I shouted over the noises of terrified mutterings of the people around us.
"Halt!" A harsh, male voice yelled before Irena could answer. I then immediately knew why the people were so scared. I tried to keep my head forward and kept going towards the passage as if I didn't hear anything.
"Ich sagte, halt, asiatisches Mädchen!" The male voice yelled again.
"What is he saying?" I half whispered. Irena's brow furrowed.
"I think he is talking to you…Lien. We must be quick!"
I was pretty sure my face couldn't be a better shade of blue. Irena then took off running. I tried to catch up. Before I could make a run for it, I felt a hand roughly grab my arm.
"I see you do not understand German." The voice said snidely and then chuckled.
"But you do understand English, ja?"
I froze in my steps.
I tried to mentally prepare myself for something I never dreamed would ever happen to me. As if that was going to work. The mocking voice sent a chill down my spine and I knew I was doomed. Irena was nowhere to be seen.
So much for potential friendship.
I slowly turned my head around, not having the courage to look at the man at all. He was pale, and a thin scar ran down his left eye. His face held a scowl that showed his crooked, yellow teeth. He wore a dark grey helmet that looked a bit too small for his big head and a full uniform that looked all too familiar. However, it was a red piece of cloth he wore on his left arm that got me.
The insignia that signifies the murder of 11 million people.
My mouth went dry and I could not utter a single word. All I could do was set my brown eyes on the black Swastika.
I apologize for the inaccurate languages. I got those straight from google translate. ^-^ So that is chapter one, guys! Whoo! That was really tiring and I really did feel like I just squeezed all that out of my ass. But I hope you all like it. Anyway, 10 reviews and you all get a second chapter. I know this is annoying, but I need reviews to motivate me. If I don't get much reviews, it doesn't provide me enough confidence that other people will actually read the next chapter. This has actually happened before and I don't want to waste my time writing a chapter no one will care about.