Hitler's given up Ardennes, France. Apparently we captured France or something. Russia had captured Poland and liberated Auschwitz. Which is apparently a big deal. Or they made it into one. Auschwitz is just like any other concentration camp, why be so happy? … Unless it's the last concentration camp there is, and in that case I applaud the fucking Allies for their work.

Dresden, Germany had been destroyed by the fucking Allies and there was nothing I could do about it! Their coming closer and closer to mein bruder! If I could, I'd annihilate all the damned Allies! Their hurting my brother!

Though I know I can't do that and I know why I can't. If I were to react then… besides, I don't have an army. All I know is I'm running out of time to come up with a plan to save mein kleiner bruder from certain destruction.

I'd been informed by Hitler that the Germans were having their last stand in Hungary. That surprised me. Didn't I tell Hungary to not enter this fucking war?! Stupid bitch never listens! So she's under attack. If Austria didn't protect her, he'd lose his lover.

The Allies had finally crossed the Rhine. So we were being closed in on. I hate this war with a passion! Then Russia conquered Danzig. I think Russia plans on keeping Poland despite the fact that my foolish brother attacked him. Not that Germany would suddenly start defending Poland.

Stupid America had caught Germany's soldiers in Ruhr, surrendering, meaning that bastard was coming closer. They've got armies all over the place. I knew there was a weak spot but I could not reveal it to Hitler, lest he act upon it, which the spineless coward would.

America had also freed three more concentration camps, and thus I don't understand why they were so excited about the last one. If you know what you're doing, the concentration camps are easy to beat, a real soldier would not celebrate such a simple victory. One good thing though, their president died! I can't wait to put that in America's face! After I find out how he died of course. Now some freak named Truman was president.

Russia was attacking Berlin! As far as I can remember, that's the capital that Germany chose. Meaning he's attacking West's home! Not to mention dumb America was now in Nuremberg. I didn't need a map to know that was bad! His other army had taken Venice, another part of France it seemed.

I was sitting in the map room, or whatever Germany calls it, and watching West trying to figure out what to do. Then he suddenly blurted out something I was never expecting to hear.

"Bruder! Mein boss is dead! He committed suicide last night."

"So the spineless bastard finally abandoned you, did he? Does this mean you're crawling back to your wiser, older brother again?" I grumbled.

"How are we supposed to win this war? Please tell me. You're the one who's won all battles you were foolish enough to enter." Damn it! Brohas wants to know how to win! I can't lie and I can't not help him! I frowned.

"Bruder…" He stared intently at me. "The only way you can win is to take advantage of their scattered men, making them strain even further. But there's a problem. All your armies are in use, and you took mine. I can't help this time bruder." He threw himself at me, crying.

"Bruder, please. I need your help! If I don't do something, their going to destroy my home! How- what- … I don't know what to do." He mumbled. I had caught him in my arms. I sat him on my lap and held him close, hugging him as I laid my head on top of his. "I'm so lost! I'm sorry I took your armies. I don't know what I was thinking. I thought I had everything under control! I- I-" His words and the words he would have said were drowned out by his sorrow.

In this position, I felt my heart breaking into many pieces. "Shush, bruder. It's going to be okay." He shook his head.

"They captured Italy. They captured Romano. I tried. I tried to save them but- but I-" I placed my finger on his lips to keep him from speaking. He didn't need to remind himself of Hitler's screw ups.

"You tried your best West, that's all anyone can ask. You can't help that the Allies are all bloodthirsty." I soothed. "They'll get what's coming to them West. I promise you. I will find a way to help you out of this mess, no matter what it takes." I informed him, hugging him tighter.

"I've been the bloodthirsty one lately. Capturing Jews and politicians… even my own people. Just because they all disagreed with what mein boss had to say. I even punished you for disagreeing with him. I should have listened. You knew what you were talking about."

"What has you saying that?" I asked. He never thought I knew what I was talking about, at least not in this department. He shook.

"The Allies are demanding that I give them an unconditional surrender. To be honest, Gilby, I'm afraid of what will happen to me." I almost whined myself at his statement, his tone of voice, when he called me by the old nickname he made for me when he was younger.

"Nothing. Nothing will happen to you." I told him firmly. He turned in my lap, sitting toward me, his arms around my neck, his head laying on my shoulder as he just sobbed out his despair. I hugged him ever tighter to me, rubbing his back, whispering nice things into his ear. I didn't mind that both my shirt and my jacket were getting soaked from his tears. "Nothing will happen to you, I swear it on my love of Fritz, Luddy."

"Please don't go, I need you Gilby." He whispered, falling asleep.

"I'm not going anywhere, kleiner bruder. I'm staying right here, by your side, until the very end. I love you Luddy." I kissed the side of his head, the only place I could if I wanted to stay in this position. I've never seen West so… so… sad. I will protect him with my life