One day, I started wondering what Germany's reaction to WWII after it was over would be. Soon after, I was listening to my iPod and came across Our Solemn Hour by Within Temptation...and it clicked. Ta-da. I also spent no time on this whatsoever, so I apologize for the uneditedness.
I have no idea what the actual general opinions of the German people were during/after the war. This is purely coming from Germany's character.
I do not own Hetalia or its characters, unfortunately.
All of them say it's my fault.
I was hurt. I was afraid. And then he came…a true silvertongue, full of promises to help me, revive me. I believed him. And I wasn't the only one, either. So why blame me…?
I know that I started this mess. I accept that. But as for the rest of it…by that time, I was just following orders. I didn't stop to think about the repercussions! I was hurt by the deaths as well, did anyone think of that?
Admittedly, at the time I thought of it as a necessary sacrifice…Oh, God, I can't believe the deaths…the number of innocents that I killed…! All those dead children…no, I can't, I couldn't…
It's all because of that damned man. He came to me and promised to bring freedom, power, healing…and gave me the opposite. He should consider himself lucky to be dead. I have a thing or two I would like to say to him.
I'm not sure when it was that I opened my eyes and saw all of the insanity raging around me…but I didn't let myself believe it. I couldn't believe it, not if I wanted to retain my sanity. Why doesn't anyone understand that? I was on the brink of death, and he offered me life. Why does no one understand…?
But it's all over now. I hate to say it, but I can't do anything about what happened, and I have to look to the future. I have to lead my people better from now on. I've learned my lesson, and it almost destroyed me.
I have learned. The future will be better…
It must.