Looking out from the window if his office, Germany watched as his soldiers separated the new arrivals. They herded the woman and children to the left and men to the right.

Gazing over the crowd his harden blue eyes locked on a man and woman cling to each other, unwilling to leave the other's side.

Unfortunately for the couple, an officer spotted their insubordination and made a point to stop it. Yelling to his comrades for help, the couple was forcibly torn apart; being muscled and beaten into their appropriate groups.

Once all the bodies were organized, a high ranked officer gathered the mass's attention and began to explain the lie that they will believe until it's too late.

In the midst of the speaker's speech, Germany's door burst open; snapping the stern country out of his daze.

"West! It's been a while."

Greeted Prussia, entering his little brother's office unannounced. He striding to his sibling's side and placed a friendly hand on his shoulder.

Germany sighed, shaking his head.

"You should really knock before entering someone's room."

Ignoring the comment, Prussia peered out the window Germany had not only moments ago.

"So…tell me again why this is happening?"

He asked, referring to the scene of people walking to their deaths unknowingly.

"Because they are a threat to the Master Race and must be illuminated."

Germany stated blankly, all the emotion gone from his face as he too stared out the window. Turing from the chaos back to his elder brother, Germany raised an eyebrow.

"Do you question Der Fuehrer's orders?"

The albino lifted his hands in defense, shaking his head.

"No, not at all, I'm just making sure you know what you're getting yourself into."

Before the blonde could respond, his brother turned his back to him; placing his arms behind his head.

"Well, the awesome me is hungry. I'll see you later,"

Watching his brother leave, all he could do was nod, knowing Prussia couldn't see it.

After he was left all alone again, German turned his attention back to the window, gazing at the black smoke coating the sunny sky in its blanket.

"It's for the good of my people."

He whispered with no one to hear, trying to forget the faces of the people who's ashes were being scattered to the wind.

"It must be done."