It is possible, you just have to wait
Airplanes could be heard flying. Their bombs devour Belgrade. Serbia doesn't have the firepower to stop the Nazis from destroying their beatufil city. Roxas, a young boy with inoccence and fear in his eyes, is running across his destroyed hometown to find a safe place for himself. He finnaly sees a shop that wasn't ruined and runs in it with his heart in his feat. It isn't safe in there so he hides in the basement. It is dark and cold. You could hear a thousn mouses squeacking. Roxas takes a match he had in his pocket and lights a candle he found down there. The light shows another person in there. "Who is there?" asked the young boy. Somebody pushed him to the wall and grabed his neck. The person who attacked Roxas was a woman. She is wearing a nazi uniform. She has green eyes and blonde hair down her neck. In the other hand is a Luger pointed at Roxas. "Oh it's just a boy." she sais with surprise in her voice. Roxas uses the opportunity to hit her in the nose with his wide forhead. He broke her nose. " Who are you?" asks the boy picking up the gun and aiming at the nazi. "Larxene." she replies looking in the boys eyes with fear. How could he do something like that? She even had a little respect for the boy. "Go on, kill me." "No! I will not murder anyone!" "Fine with me" Larxene said calmly standing up. Blood drops falling on the flour could be heard. "Sorry" the boy said and droped the gun. "Nah, it's okay." she replies. We sit at the floor looking at each other. Now that Roxas wasn't scared of her, he noticed her beauty and infact, if it weren't the war, they would be great friends. "Why? Why do you have to kill us? What did we do?" Roxas asked with a reason. Why really? "You know Germany was really poor after the first war. Hitler promised change and gave us hope. We were angry at England. Hitler soon filled our heads with racism and hate against other countries." "We fought last war and you won. We agrred not to fight. Why are you attacking us then?" "Because, you see, Hitler wanted to conquer the world." "Oh." said Roxas ending the conversation. The planes were still flying. The war was going on. But still, two of different kinds still manage to sit next to each other. Roxas had nobody; his mother died giving birth and his father died in the army. The only friend he had was a older woman, friend of his mother. But she had to go when Roxas was very young so he lived in the orphanage. So for some reason, Roxas felt like he knew Larxene from somewhere. "Why you look familiar from somewhere, boy. If you could tell me your name maybe I could recognise you." said Larxene. "I am Roxas Mechailovih." said Roxas. Larxene then remembered; a little boy runing to her, smiling. "Do you remember me, Rox?" she asked and added his nickname. "Aunt Larxene!" the boy shouted with happines and huged his only friend left. "I missed you." they said to each other. The bond was made and it was never to be broken. The bombs destroyed the building they were in and they both died. But at least they got a glimmer of happines before they died.