Hey. Roderich here. I am making a historical fanfic this time. Got it on Deviantart too. It's about Hitler.
It was a bleary day. Many would say a hopeless day, others would say a glorious day. The fuehrer would choose the former. It was, he surmised, the beginning of the end. The allies would soon come and he, Hitler, would be dead, killed for war crimes. Or at least that's what everyone thought. He, however, knew better. He had a plan. A foolproof plan. Suicide. Now, to us it does not sound like a good plan, but to him, a defeated, depressed, drug addicted man, it sounded like a final release. It did occur to him the thought of going to hell, but at the moment, to him it made no difference. To him, it was a way to see his beloved Mother again. To see Blondi again. And so, with these thoughts, his wife by his side, and a gun to his head, he shot.
Short first chapter, sorry. It's my eh... Third story. My second one was removed from . So, you know what to do...