The snow covered all of Germany like a think white blanket. It was snowing lightly, and Germany was at the family cemetery. "Prussia," he whispered. "Gilbert...I know you're out zere somevhere...but...I've lost faith zhat you're even alive anymore..." he held his face in his hands, tearing up, and fell to his knees. The snow crunched under his weight.
Footsteps crunched in the snow and a lone shadow stood in front of the black cross in the ground. Germany looked up to face the man. "Vho are you?" he asked. Germany's eyes grew wide as the stranger held up his rifle, which suddenly extended with a knife at the tip.
The man replied in a familiar voice Germany hasn't heard in decades, "Ze voice of many..."
"Mein Fuhrer," Germany gasped, in a whisper. The secret he had sworn to keep was standing in front of him, grinning from ear to ear.
The End?
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