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Feliciano POV
Hello, Feliciano here. I come from northern Italy and the time was during World War ll. We were in Austria at the moment. I was sitting at a table, ready to eat breakfast with Mr. Roderich and Ms. Elizaveta. They were really nice caretakers for me ever since my parents died. They were poor though in these times and we could barely afford to pay rent for our house. Lately, Mr. Roderich has been acting weird. He gave me strange looks of anger, sadness, and regret whenever I saw him. I was pretty small and weak compared to everyone else. I didn't like getting hurt or anything like that but, I did whatever was told of me when it came to chores. I didn't want to be a bigger disappointment than I already was.
The radio was on low volume but you could hear the newscaster talking about how Germany wanted to get rid of Jews and something about camps. I never paid attention to the news. You could hear a gunshot in the background and the radio went offline. Elizaveta was shaking her head with a sad look on her face. I was in the middle of eating my mushy potatoes when all of a sudden, people break in our front door. Being an Italian, I was frightened and scared.
"Ahh! I'll do anything you want so don't hurt me!" I yelled and went into fetal position as they were coming closer. A German soldier kicked me in my stomach, picked me up from the ground, and put handcuffs on me. Roderich was reading his newspaper and doing nothing while Elizaveta was crying, begging the soldiers not to take me away.
"Let them go Elizaveta dear. They came here for a reason," Roderich said with agony showing in his eyes. The Nazi soldier came closer to Roderich and handed him a bag of money.
"Here you go, dummkopf," the soldier laughed and walked away, out of the house, dragging me behind them. Elizaveta tried to intervene and got pushed on the ground. Roderich got up and went to her and held her close to him.
"Are you ok Elizaveta?" Roderich asked and got slapped on the cheek.
"How could you! Selling the son we've been entrusted to take care of. I loved him like he was my own," Elizaveta argued and broke down in tears. She looked up at the gray sky, and felt the rain on her face.
"Noo! Don't take me away! I wanna stay with my family," I cried out, desperately. The next thing I knew, I was hit on my head and was knocked out. That was the most recent memory I had of my family and I had a feeling it was the last.
Dummkopf = fool
AN:/ This is what happens when I watch vocaloid videos and have too much time on my hands. Trust me. The story gets better. It's a little OCC. Prussia and others join in on the action next chapter! This is based off of "Prisioner" by Len Kagamine. With my little twist. For my friend, Nutmeg1234. Please review~! I love you all.