*Berlin's POV*
~Berlin Wall, West Berlin, Federal Republic of Germany, 1962~
I stared at the horrid Wall that separated our country into two. The horrid Wall that separated our people apart. The horrid Wall that separated families apart.
The horrid wall that separated my family apart.
I held Onkel Ludwig's hand tighter, trying not to let the tears fall like what happened a year ago, when the Wall was finished.
The last time I saw Vati.
I felt Onkel squeeze back in reply, maintaining a straight-laced face that's portrayed as cold and hard to outsiders, but not for me. Onkel's eyes were unfocused, wet with unshed tears skillfully hidden. Another thing I noticed about him but others didn't: he had eye bags and was hunching slightly from fatigue, both physical and emotional, but mostly emotional. This happened after a few weeks the wall was built.
At least we have each other, we could depend on each other in case of times of trouble, especially now.
But I knew I was lying to myself just to make myself feel better. Onkel will always make sure that he will get a bigger share of the burden of being a personification. If possible, all of the burden.
It amazes me how Vati and Onkel are so different and yet so alike. It made me want to laugh and cry at the same time.
Hours have passed by. Different people have passed by, yet we didn't move. Not a single inch. Some would stare at us, mostly kids, but their parents or guardians would shush them and lead them away, glancing at us with pity and understanding. To be honest, I didn't blame the kids, they're innocent in all of this. We were the only ones not moving in the bustling place, so we stood out. But we didn't care. A lot of people used to be like this as well when the Wall was recently built, but over the course of months the crowd that stood and wept here became thinner and thinner, until it was only us.
I finally released my hand from Onkel's, fished something out from my pocket, placed it at the foot of the Wall and lit it. The candle was one of the many that sat there, but ours was the only one that had a flame burning brightly, the only one that provided warmth and security to the other candles.
I couldn't help but see how the personifications are like the lit candle, with the people as the burnt out candles. Providing warmth and security at times of trouble, despite the fact that we were suffering, like how the lit candle was melting its own wax.
I stood up and took Onkel's hand again, but this time looser. I looked at him questioningly. He looked back and nodded. We turned and left the place, our candle still burning brightly. As well as a new resolve within me: to give security to my people and spread warmth in their grief-stricken hearts, so they wouldn't feel what my family is going through. And to somehow give us our own hope as well.
Alles für mein familie, alles für meine Leute.
*Normal POV*
A few minutes after the two members of the Beilschmidt family have left, a man appeared near the place near where they stood. He had a long scraggly beard that reached his knees, and he wore the oddest type of clothing. He scanned the area, then looked at the Wall. He tsked and shook his head, thinking that the place wasn't safe enough. He knew about the issue of the Federal Republic of Germany and the German Democratic Republic, and decided that he thought ill and that he shouldn't deal with the Prussian Wizarding Government at the moment, especially with this issue and that he shouldn't drag more Wizarding Communities into the war.
The British Wizarding Community had enough in its plate.
He looked around once more, thinking that he wouldn't come back to this place, and left the same manner he arrived.
(Author's Note: A point I would like to discuss is the leaving of candles at the Berlin Wall. Yes, I know it's [probably] not true but I decided to add it in for "feels", so to speak. If you want to point out other historical inaccuracies, feel free to do so! I will do my best to correct it. As for the reason why I call the Wizarding Community in Germany "Prussian" instead of "German", APH Prussia shouldn't have been alive well long after the Wall is destroyed, considering there is no more East Germany, so I decided that he will represent the Magical Community instead. I hope this clears confusion, thanks!)
