Okay, so, this is the prologue to a multi-chaptered story. If people like this, I'll continue it!
Before anyone says shit, (As I've seen on other Holocaust stories) I do not condone anything that Nazis/Adolf Hitler has done. I do not think it was right or good in the least.
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"You're perfect for this."
He fixed his posture, pushing his shoulders back and keeping his back erect, the belt around his stomach seeming too tight on his body, along with the band blazing red around his arm. It was too tight, too much, and way too heavy to be a simple red cloth with a black symbol - one that had once brought hope to the very people it was now a symbol to destroy.
"Blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect body type..."
The rifle seemed too cold and heavy, much like everything had seemed now. His eyes were dead and his face was void of emotion and he gripped it with tight hands in front of him. He wished the helmet would cover his eyes, so he didn't have to see the smiling faces of those around him.
"You've got the whole look they want, brat,"
Red flags - again, of that damn symbol - hung all around the streets, and the whole road had been blocked off for the moment. Their leader was coming to greet his loving people. The blonde boy bit down on his tongue, forcing away his words at that thought. Adolf Hitler was no leader but a dictator. How the others so blindly followed him and what he said was preposterous. Then again, they hadn't lost what he did.
They hadn't lost Sasuke because of this man.
"And we want to utilize that."
Cheering grew louder, and he felt like his eardrums were going to burst. He focused his eyes once again, and saw it.
Adolf Hitler.
Ice seemed to run through his veins, and roots somehow came up from the street and trapped him. There was no moving, there was no killing the man that had taken everything he had ever cared for.
He couldn't let himself die before he found Sasuke.
"Naruto Uzumaki, we're recruiting you into the Resistance as an undercover Nazi."
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