Micheala'a P.O.V.
Yesterday I expected to be punished for beating a peer with a pipe. By the way my only comment for my actions is that it was fun. Instead i've just found out that my beloved father, Ludwig is less father to me than I once believed, und mein real father is...russia. Well...uh, take that Hitler the next nation to be bonded to the land you so ruthlessly conquered, and claimed to be trying to protect from the 'red terror' is half-russian/half-prussian. That kind of defeats the point of WWII now doesn't it? Oh, irony how often do you appear in life?
I roll out of bed, and get in the shower. I wish to be clean cut everyday, but today is very important to me. I shall pack my snow clothes just in case I am allowed to go to отец's house, but I shall wear my old soldier uniform out. It's my most prized article of clothing, it's black with pants that tuck into knee-high cobat boots with an undershirt that tucks into the pants that has holisters to hold weapons with a tight fitting overshirt with a black jacket that goes over top that has inner pockets designed to hold, yet more weapons with shiny gold buttons down the middle, and a black cap to adorn my head. All perfectly tailored to my small, but muscluar frame. Any other day I wore this outfit I would load the assemble with asw many weapons as I felt nessesary, but today it will simply be for impressing the man who made me.
*25 minutes later*
I am done washing and dressing, and am proceding downstairs presently. Downstairs I notice that nobody is awake, "Damn." I grumbel as I was truely hoping that someone would be awake to make me breakfast. "Oh well," I think and start making breakfast for everyone. I pull out a pack of small sausages, bacons, eggs, bread, butter, jam, steak, orange juice, milk, and warmed up beer. I set plates and the drinks out on the table, then start cooking all the meats. The adults wake up just after the food gets done, so I start making toast, and finally start making the plates. When I finally finish all of breakfast I look at the clock and notice it is 7:00.
*After breakfast*
Momma, and Papa notice my attire and simutianiously ask, "Someone bothering you, honey?" I absentmindly look at my uniform while, I think about my answer. Everyone is staring at me. "No. Why would you think that?" I say for lack of any other words. Momma, Papa, and отец look at each other and Papa answers, "Well, don't get offended, but that's usually the uniform you chose to wear when you plan on beating someone up. Outside of school, that is." I lower my head to my uniform again, then look at them. "Well i'm getting bigger and I figured that I might as well get my last wears out of it before Mr. Hartmann retailors it. Besides i've been trying really hard to control my anger, and most of my flare ups are at school and totally unplanned for." I say to calm their worried expressions. Ivan stared at me with a confused face identical to my own and asked, "Flare ups?" Papa looked at him and said, "Well, Micheala is prone to sudden fits of rage for no or minimal reasons. In other words she's a ticking time bomb that nobody knows when is going to erupt." отец looks at me with appreciation, "Micheala, what do you want to be when you grow up?" he says to me. I answer with out thinking, "Actually i'm bonded to the former empire of Prussia so apparently i'm going to be a nation, but if that wasn't true i'd want to be a soldier, or somone in a mafia," I smile at him. He smiles at me and says, "So you want to fight, da? Why?" I think really hard about my next answer, because no one has ever asked me that question and finally answer, "Well, i'm good at it and when I fight I feel very...powerful and I love having all the control. So I figure that if I could choose anything besides being a nation that would be the most productive and be a good outlet for my sudden anger fits." He smiles at me again and replies, "You are very smart, and you seek power. You most certainly are my child, speaking of which would you like to go to my house sometime to meet your other family?"
Finally, the question i've been waiting for, "If it is alright." He smiles at me again, now I understand why I smile through everything like I don't have a care in the world. Momma looks at Papa, then glares at отец, but Papa puts a hand on her shoulder and noddes. He looks at отец and says, "You can take her to your house tomorrow, and you can either return her in like a week or you can take her, and her legal documents, enroll her in school and you can keep her until the summer?" отец looks at him and then at me, "You want to stay with me until summer?" I can't control my excitment at the point and manage a shrill, "Ja." They all look at me suprised then отец looks genuinely happy, Papa looks torn, and Momma looks flat out furious. Papa speaks first, "Well, we better go shopping for warmer clothes today because Russia is alot colder than here." I look at them both, it must be fucking cold there, "Okay! Uh...Papa how do you know that?" Papa and Momma look at me with shame full eyes. отец looks very angry. I can't take this tension, "You know what? Never mind." I say and turn to leave. "Wait." Papa says, "You diserve to know, and you kind of need to know. Sit down." I do as father says and look at him. "Has you school started teaching you about World War II, yet?"
"No I have vague knowledge about it though, because in the prussian school that's like a big deal since the only students in the school are Germanic, Slavic, or somewhere in between and whenever a fight breaks out between the two someone always mentions Hitler, Stalin, and the world wars, but I still don't understand what all that means." I tell him and the room seems to drop in temperature but the suffocating tension doesn't ease up one bit. "Hitler was the leader of the nazi group who wanted the world to put it simply." Ivan picks up, "Stalin was a communist leader, who wanted to end the nazi leadership." Prussia starts, "Hitler hated communisum and Stalin hated the nazi's. Ultimately, the nazi's lost and Prussia...I was given to him. That is the reason why he's your father. That's also why...You remember when I took you to east berlin and you stopped walking all of a sudden." I nod remembering all to well. "When I asked you why you stopped all of a sudden you said that that part of the city had a different feel to it. Well that's partially Ivan's fault." отец looked at me, with regrett and sadness. "Is this to convince me not to go because it's not working." They all looked surprised, Momma and Papa looked confused, but отец looked at me with renewed happiness.
Momma looked at me and said, "That's not what we were trying to do it's just we wanted you to know the grounds of which you were born." I looked at them all, "Okay, enough with the morbid. Let's go shopping!" I said With my most convincing smile.
*6 something I think*
I was keeping track of the time, but umtimately stopped because I didn't care after sometime. Last time I checked was when we we're eating at like 5 something. I think that was about an hour ago. I'm tired, when we get in the house i'm going to go upstairs and sleep in my uniform I'll cover packing tomorow.
*At home*
As promised I ran in my room and am currently in bed. Tomorow is my trip to Russia! I'm tired. отец just came into my room. "Minka, are you awake?" He whispers next to my ear. "Da, отец." I turn to face him. "Are you excited for tomorow?" He asks. "Da, отец." I repeat. "Yeah, me two. Well, I just came in to say goodnight. Sleep well little Minka." He leaves, and I fall asleep soon after.