(Author is going through her various WWII books) sigh, I've been looking and looking but I haven't found anything that may be useful yet! Can't give up though…
Hm? Oh, hi guys. Well, we have one more chapter after this and I've still gotta figure out a way to get rid of the Ghost of Adolf Hitler. Hopefully I'll think of something but until then, enjoy this chapter, we finally meet Germany's other half here, East Germany…
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"Hey Aster!" cried Israel, running up to the dog, who was curled up asleep. She woke up and panted happily at seeing the boy.
"C'mon! Lets go play outside!" said the boy. Aster barked with approval, stood up and followed the boy out to the backyard as the boy dragged his teddy behind him.
Israel had noticed something about Aster from the many months he'd been at Aba's house. Aster had a slight limp on her left hind leg. It wasn't noticeable unless she tried to run, and even then it was barely noticeable, but Israel the nature-nut knew that a Golden Retriever of her age and health should have been able to run twice as fast as she did. When he asked Aba about Aster's leg, however, Germany claimed there was nothing wrong with her. When Israel insisted that that wasn't the case and accused his father of lying, Germany simply said that Aster had been "put through a lot."
But that didn't mean Aster was slow, far from it. She was certainly fast enough to race with Israel.
"Alright," said the boy once he and the dog reached the backyard. Israel sat his Teddy in front of his toy car. "It's a race between Teddy and me versus you."
Aster barked in understanding.
"Beseder! First one to the tree and back wins! Ready…set…go!"
Israel pushed his car and teddy over to the tree, making car noises all the way. Aster ran alongside, although she could easily outrun the boy at the pace he was going, she intentionally slowed down. Israel raced around the tree and back to their stopping place.
"I win!" cried the competitive child happily, he held his teddy up and said, "Oh, I mean we win!"
"Bark! Bark!" Aster barked happily. Then she perked up her ears and turned her head towards the front of the house, growling.
"What is it, girl?" asked Israel, patting the dog on the head. He looked to where Aster was looking, around the side of the house, and spotted what she was growling at. A young man of about thirteen or fourteen with blonde hair and wearing an odd uniform with a red scarf. Israel curiously walked over to the house's corner and peeked out at him. Aster followed his example, a growl still in her
throat.
"West!" cried the teen, ramming on the front door, "Federal Republic, open up! Come on, you fascist dog! Mother Russia's still mad at you for your betrayal! Open up and face him! Quit hiding behind your capitalist master!"
Aster growled loudly and leaped from her hiding place. She ran up to the teen and bent down in an attack position, bearing her fangs, the teen just sneered.
"Shut it, mutt!" ordered the teen, giving Aster a hard kick to the side. The dog yelped in pain.
"Hey!" cried Israel, jumping from behind the corner and running over to the dog. He patted Aster on the head comfortingly and then glared up at the teen.
"That's cruelty to animals!" yelled the boy in a surprisingly angry voice. The teen cocked an eyebrow.
"Who the hell are you?" said he.
Israel, still glaring defiantly, puffed his tiny chest out importantly and said, "Ani Eretz Yisrael." The teenager smirked.
"Ooooh! The king of capitalists' little brother, hm? Ja, Mother Russia went into much detail of your refusing to join our fair communist society. So…"
The teenager bent down to eye level with Israel. Israel shuddered a bit at seeing the ten had violet eyes just like Russia's, "what is the Jewish land doing at mein alte bruder's home?"
"Deutschland ist mein Papa," responded Israel in German, his piercing blue eyes glaring directly into the teenager's violet ones.
"Oh?" said the teen, straightening up and failing to hide his surprise.
"East!" yelled Germany, opening the door, looking both annoyed and mad, "I've told you a hundred times…"
He saw East standing over Israel. Germany's eyes widened and he suddenly felt pure anger shoot through his veins. He clenched his fists in fury and stepped in front of the boy.
"Israel," he commanded, "stay behind me."
"But Aba…"
"Stay behind me." Israel nodded and peeked out from behind his father's leg.
Germany's furious glare met his Eastern half as he barked, "What were you doing? Did you hurt him?! I swear if you so much as touched him…"
East glared right back, despite being at least two feet shorter and not even half as strong as the West German.
"Guten Morgen to you too, Federal Republic," he said, "may I ask you, dearest brother, why the Jewish land is in your home?"
Germany, obviously angered by the mere presence of the teenager, spat, "The Jewish land is my guest. His brother sent him here while he is fighting your little friend in Asia."
"North?" East shrugged, "'friend' is a bit of a loose term for North. Speaking of which, Mother Russia sent me here…"
"Let me guess, to tell me to watch out because I'm number one on his revenge list," said Germany; "I've heard it all before, East."
At that, East Germany glared and yelled, "Do not call me East! It's the German Democratic Republic and don't you forget it! There is only one Germany!"
"Ja, and its not you!" yelled Germany right back.
"I deserve the title of the true German nation far more then you do!" yelled East Germany, "you are a fascist state!"
"Don't you dare call me a fascist state!" roared Germany, "you and your secret police are far more of a fascist state!"
"Me?! You have Nazis in your government!"
"Not by choice! You think I like having Nazis in my government?! You are a puppet state!"
"Nein, you are the puppet state!" yelled the communist, "you fall over backwards for the capitalist king!"
"America is my friend!"
"Suuure," said East Germany with a sneering grin, "I suppose that's why you're keeping watch on the Zionist brat? Or was there just not enough room at your camps?"
Germany looked shocked, he went pale, and then he dealt the teenager a hard smack across the face.
"OW!" cried the teen, rubbing his sore cheek.
"How dare you?" hissed Germany in a deadly voice, "how dare you say such things after all our people did?"
East stood up straight and claimed, "all your people did! My people were resistance fighters during that time!"
"Nein they were not and you know it! There were just as many East German Nazis as there were west and I would know, I was…"
"You're lying!" yelled East, stomping his foot, "Mother Russia said it was all your people! Mother Russia wouldn't lie to me!" The Communist then spun around and stomped off, angrily muttering about dirty lying capitalist pigs.
"Go within a hundred miles of Israel again and I break your arm!" Germany yelled after him. The West German then spun around, "Israel, are you…?"
He spotted the boy patting Aster on the head comfortingly. The boy looked up with sadness in his eyes.
"He kicked Aster," said the Israeli in a hurt tone. Germany's expression softened and he walked over to the boy. He gave Aster a pat on the head. The dog liked all the attention and wagged her tail.
"Why did he say it wasn't his peoples' fault?" asked Israel. Germany was surprised by his serious tone and the absence of the happy gleam in his eyes, which had been substituted with a stern stare.
"That was East Germany," explained Germany, "he was raised by Russia. And, well, Russia taught him that his people were all in the resistance during the war."
"But that's not true," said Israel, brows coming together in confusion. His father nodded.
"Ich weiss, but East doesn't know that. Russia is like his Akhi; he believes everything he says, even things that aren't true. If your brother told you he was a hero, you would believe him right?"
"But he is a hero!"
"But what if he wasn't? You'd still believe him, ja?"
"Akhi wouldn't lie to me," said Israel firmly. Germany smiled a little bit and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"Näturlich he wouldn't, but East thinks the same thing of Russia. Besides, its more convenient for him to just say it wasn't his fault."
"Akhi says that the right thing isn't always the easy thing, but a hero's got to do the right thing," said the Israeli, gleam returning to his eyes. Germany gave a small smile and patted the boy on the head.
"At least America's right on one thing."
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Translations:
German:
Deutschland ist mein Papa=Germany is my Dad
Guten Morgen=Good Morning
East Germany: If he seems like a jerk…good, he is, but we'll get more into his back story later, he's got a reason to be a jerk.
"You have Nazis in your government": Unfortunately that isn't Communist propaganda, Germany, despite the fact that his boss, Konrad Adenaur, was an anti-Nazi during the war did have people in his government who had been members of the Nazi party during the war. Fortunately they didn't effect the latter government or Germany's relations with Israel too much.
'My people were resistance fighters" Indeed in East Germany the people were taught that they and their people had been victims during the war (which to a certain degree was true, Communists were persecuted in Nazi Germany, however there were plenty of guilty East Germans) Thus East Germany, unlike West Germany, refused to take any responsibility for what the Nazis had done. On the contrary, the Communists had a lot of Anti-Semitic propaganda put out but we'll get to that later.
German Democratic Republic: East Germany's official name.
Federal Republic: I.E. The Federal Republic of Germany (Bundesrepublik Deutschland) West Germany's official name.
Well, I hope you guys have enjoyed this chapter, but I'm still in trouble! AGH! There's gotta be something in here…wait a minute…
(She flips to the end of the book, reads on part and smiles widely.) The way it ended…that's it! I know how to beat him…oh! But darn it! I'll need help and Christie wont come back after what happened! Think Author, think, there must be someone else you can call!
(Author thinks hard and then her eyes brighten) of course! I've got it! Come back soon folks! It's time to finish this!
(P.S. Tomorrow's Yom Kippur, I'm putting off eating as long as possible today and tomorrow I'm fasting all day. Wish me luck folks! And to any of my fellow Jews who are also fasting, Good Fast!)
