Chapter 3: The Allies
She awoke tied to a wooden chair with strong rope and was blind folded. She struggled to get out of the ropes when she heard footsteps. Five sets. More than twice as many as what she encountered. She heard them talking in different accents. One American, one British, one French, one Russian and one Chinese.
"Dude that girl put up a fight. These bruises on my chest are going to take even longer to heal than normal." Said the American accented one.
"At least she didn't slam your face in the ground and break your back!" said the one with the Chinese accent.
'I broke one of their backs.' She thought 'good' she smirked a little. But her smirk soon disappeared when the blind fold was removed. Her eyes shifted nervously. There, standing before her was the Allies. America, Russia, China, France and Britain. 'Brave face Ariya. You are German! You are unafraid.' She wasn't afraid, until Russia showed her the bloody pipe. 'Ok, I'm afraid, VERY afraid!' she began to struggle with new vigor until her chin was lifted by Russia's pipe. He looked in her eyes.
"She looks so much like Germany, DA?" he said with a childish smile. "The resemblance is uncanny." She tried to show bravery in her face but the fear in her eyes gave it away. "She is afraid."
She finally spoke. "I am not!" she yelled with a bite. When Russia tapped her cheek with the pipe she involuntarily shuddered. France whispered soothingly in her ear. "There is no need to be afraid ma chère(dear)."
"Because being tied to a chair in zhe middle of a dark vindowless room, with five grown men is totally not scary." She said with blunt sarcasm.
"She must get that sarcasm from Prussia." Said Russia. She was still fiddling with the rope. "Garh! Vhat zhe hell are these ropes made of? Steal?!"
"Nylon actually." The British one, England, spoke.
"So vhat zhe fuck do you want?" she finally said after what seemed like hours of awkward staring… it had only been 5 minutes.
"Nothing juuust… we want to know what Germanys weaknesses are." Said France as he played with his hair.
"How zhe hell should I know? He's either not home or in his office. And vhen I do see him he's got that OCD stick up his ass and he's cleaning!" she shouted with obvious anger. She couldn't remember the last lime he's had real time for her uncle and herself. The closest thing she had to a father figure was Prussia and he was her uncle!
"I know his weakness." Said Russia, that creepy childish smile returned to his face.
"And you couldn't have told us sooner because…" asked America.
"Because it's sitting right in front of us, Da?" he nodded in her direction. "He's afraid of her leaving if she finds out what he's doing. You know. The killings."
"I already know of zhem. I first hand vitnessed two Jewish followers get vasted before my eyes." She stated as she struggled with the ropes some more.
"You have only witnessed a small piece of it ma chère." France said as Britain undid the ropes from her wrists while America held her arm. She was lifted off the chair and the ropes replaced with hand cuffs. The five marched her out of the room after blindfolding her again.
(time skip 2 hours)
A foul, rancid smell hung in the air. It was even stronger when the wind blew in her face. It smelled like, "is zhat burning flesh?" she asked questioningly.
"Not just any flesh." Said America as he ripped off the blindfold. "Human flesh." He held a pair of binoculars to her eyes and pointed her head down to the sight below the hill. What she saw was horrid. People, in stripped outfits, malnourished and sickly, doing labor only fit for the average healthy human. America pointed her gaze to four long shacks lined in a perfect row. "See those?"
"Yeah."
"That's where the all live. 4 shacks, for 100,000 people." He said grimly.
She did some quick math in her head. "That's 25000 people." She said quietly. 'This isn't real. It's not real. It's not real.' She thought but each time she breathed through her nose proved it to be very much real. Britain directed her attention from the working people to a large white building.
"That building" he said "is where they send the ones that are too young, too sick or too old to work. It's called a gas chamber. The chemical they used was originally used to fumigate ships infested with cockroaches and other pest. And- "
"They believe them to be pests." She said blankly. He nodded. "It's called Zyklon B." he then directed her eyes to four buildings with thick, black smoke rising from each of the chimneys. "I'm sure you can figure out what those are."
'They burn the bodies. No bodies, no evidence.' She thought.
"That's why we need your help." Said France.
"How vould I help? I'm locked in the house and dad has his office rigged vith alarms. Besides, I thought America was a self-proclaimed hero?" she said, eyes never faltering from the scene before her.
"I've learned the hard way that every hero needs help. We've been trying to get troops to this part of Germany for months. They've got us pinned down at the border of Lower Saxony."
"I still don't see how I can help." She asked as the binoculars were moved away from her eyes.
"We need you to be our inside person. A Spy if you will." Said Britain. "You don't have to decide right away. Your Father will probably get you sometime later. From that time we'll give you five days to decide. If you show up at the town at 1 am, you agree. If you don't, well, the mass murders will continue for longer than they already have." He smirked, knowing he got to her. He tied the blind fold back over her eyes. They then walked back to their secret base.
