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Act I: Attaining Black Eyes

Scene One: The Prussian's War

Everything was looking awesome, great even. They had the advantage, a large military and strong pride, not to mention, strong allies to join in. It was all going according to plan now that this new leader was here. He brought Germany back from the dead, though, not literally, seeing as the German was alive this entire time, though not as well as he could be, but that explains why the Prussian had taken over control.

That was the best idea his brother could have made. The elder brother was creating Germany into the perfect union while the younger was ill. Though, that changed quickly.

The younger brother recovered shortly after the new leader came in control. His name was Adolf Hitler. Germany was going great, recovering and no one second guessed the reasons. A united Germany was a happy Germany. Bright red eyes grinned at Shining Blue.

Though, that changed very quickly. The mass of the population was unaware, but there were horrible things happening to a group of people. The Prussian had no idea why he had to discriminate and tell these people that they were no longer allowed to be out of their houses between this time and some other time. He didn't care to remember, all he had to do was follow orders. After all, that was all the Prussian was bred for: War and taking orders.

Matters only fell further into a pit of disaster. Soon, the Prussian was ordered to tell these people to wear the star of their religion on their breasts and the children were no longer allowed to be in school, the adults unable to run a business. He refused at first, questioning his boss' ideas, but he was reprimanded quickly... and painfully.

That was the first scar to his back.

It stung and burned for days, nothing like what he had ever felt. The pain of even a bullet wound was gone in a little over a day, but this one wound to his back was going to be the death of him. It was the constant reminder that, even if he didn't listen to his boss, nothing could be done about what was happening.

There was something wrong with his brother as well. Those eyes the other had, Bright, Shining Sapphire, were dull and unpolished, worthless and unemotional. It was as if he had given up on the world. It was as if he had given up his will to live freely. He listened to every demand their boss offered without a doubt or a question, even to the most horrific of all: Kill those who do not comply.

The Prussian couldn't understand. He tried to knock sense into his younger brother, only to be knocked out a couple hundred times. There was no stop to this, was there?

"Bruder! Bitte, hör mir auf!" He begged, trying to have his brother turn to see him, at least listen to one request he had. "Halt mit was du machst. Du tust unsere Leute weh!"

Though, that did nothing to turn the back of his brother, nothing to force those disgusting eyes to look into his vivid ones. It was hopeless. The bright country they had created was going to fall into the darkness once more and there was nothing he could do about it. Not one thing.

That small population of people... they were moved into a ghetto. They seemed happy though, at least after a month or two. They were forming relations, which would prove deadly to many loved ones. The Prussian couldn't comprehend what was happening to his country, no, he wouldn't even claim this piece of... land as his own. There was no longer a Germany to him.

Though, that changed for him as well. The second, third, fourth lashings to his back were the only proof of his defiance against the dictator of Germany and his brother. He became a slave to them, doing the dirty work, because that was all he was 'born to do' after all.

His senses slowly dulled, conditioned not to hear screams and cries of the mothers being ripped away from their children, the shrieks of wives when they are parted from their husbands, the weeps when these pathetic people enter a room for an innocent shower and are gasping for breath because of the aerosol poison spewing through the vent rather than gentle water.

There was nothing he could do but obey. His orders were absolute, as much as he despised it. There were times, at night, when he was alone, that he would burst into tears and scream into his pillow. There was nothing good about this, nothing! During those fits... he wished the Americans would hurry up and liberate the camp, save him from this torture he has to put through to torture these poor people... He was the only one to call them people still though. They were 'filthy creatures' and 'maggots' to the other officers... even his own brother believed these people, starving and dropping like flies, were monsters that infected Germany with a cancer that will eat away their perfect life.

I know this is a short chapter, but I hope you all enjoyed it! I'll have chapter three up as soon as I finish it!

~ForsakenJettison