Hallo everyone
So, that's the first English Fan fiction I wrote. I did it during English class so there are maybe some mistakes. If those mistakes are really serious it would be very, very nice when you contact me, so I can improve them...
I think it is kind of song-fic, 'cause a song was my inspiration.
Disclaimer: I do not own Russia, Zhukov or the Russian soldiers, the letter belong to history and Russia to Hidekaze Himaruya. The first line is from the song "Attero Dominatus" by the swedish Metal-band Sabaton. Just Berlin's personification is from me...
I think that was all I wanted to write...
I hope you enjoy reading this short story and please review^^
Marshall Zhukov's order: "Serve me Berlin on a plate!"
The Russian soldiers conquered Berlin. Her streets full of rubble, her houses in ruins.
An only man walked through the streets, looking for someone in particular. He entered a house and searched everywhere. He sensed that somebody was there, hiding. He went downstairs in the basement. Just when he wanted to leave he spotted something in a dark corner.
"Found you, da?" He smiled a creepy, innocent smile.
A group of Russian soldiers stood in front of the Brandenburger Tor. In the middle of the group a Russian with a long scarf waited. He held a girl, all bloody, in his strong grip, pressing her down so she had to kneel.
"What's with that girl?" Zhukov asked the scarfed Russian.
"That's what you asked for, da?" Zhukov frowned. "Berlin."
"We already conquered Berlin two days ago."
"Niet, now we captured Berlin. But she does not belong to us, yet."
"What are you talking about, Braginski?"
Ivan Braginski smiled when he ordered the iron stick with the Soviet symbol glowing bright orange. He looked into the eyes of the girl, holding the stick.
She blinked because her sight blurred. Her eyes went wide when she spotted the glowing iron.
"Nein…" She whispered. "Please, don't do it!" She looked scared, afraid of what will happen.
"Become one with Mother Russia, da?"
Her eyes hardened. "Niemals!" She hissed, still afraid though.
"What shame." He smiled. "Then I have to force you, haven't I?"
"No… please, Russia, don't do it. Let me go!" She struggled but the only result she gained was a stronger grip.
Russia pressed the glowing end of the iron stick down her skin.
She cried out, a heart ripping scream, barely human.
The soldiers stared in awe at the girl. Zhukov's heart skipped a beat.
Who was that girl?
"Now you belong to me, Berlin. Da?"
Tears were streaming down her face. Her body shook uncontrolled. Russia looked to his soldiers, smiling.
After a quiet minute, only the sobs of Berlin and explosions and last gun fire somewhere in far distance were audible, Russia announced proudly, smiling a creepy but triumphantly smile:
"Comrades! The war is over. Berlin is ours!" The soldiers cheered.
Russia turned to face Berlin. "Now, my dear, we go home and celebrate you becoming one with Mother Russia."