The Son

by Elly194

The day after the first world war ended was when Germnay adopted a baby named Israel as his son and came to love him as his own, to his brother's chagrin. The boy grows up as a Jew, but the time of the Holocaust is approching. Can Germnay proetct his son or will he be one of the Six Million? Whose side is Prussia on? And who is Israel's actual father that left him on the doorstep?

7. Hit Back

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"Guten Abend, gute Nacht, Mit Rosen bedacht,
Mit Naeglein besteckt, schlupf unter die Deck'
Morgen frueh, wenn Gott will, wirst du wieder geweckt
Morgen frueh, wenn Gott will, wirst du wieder geweckt

Guten Abend, gute Nacht, Von Englein bewacht
Die zeigen im Traum, dir Christkindleins Baum
Schlaf nun selig und suess, Schau im Traum's Paradies
Schlaf nun selig und suess, Schau im Traum's Paradies"

Aviel let out a small yawn and said, "Good night papa," Before rolling over and quickly falling asleep. Germany gave a small smile and to the boy in, giving him a small kiss on the head and muttering, "guten nacht, mein Sohn."

With that he shut down all the lights and closed the door So that the child could sleep in peace. He sighed in an aggravated looking to his face as soon as he shut the door. But the boy was asleep, now to business.

He marched down the stairs, into the living room and saw his brother Sitting on the couch and Drinking a beer.

"Bruder…"

"Hm…?" Prussia started to say however As soon as he turned around his brother dealt him a firm slap across the face. Prussia reeled then dropped his drink. Prussia swore and rubbed his sore cheek, Then glared up at his brother, Knowing why he just been slapped.

"How dare you?" hissed Germany in anger, "How dare you hit him? Can you for once be a good uncle!?"

"He started it!" cried the Prussian, "and I don't even wanna be his uncle!"

"He started it? How did he start it, bruder, he's a child! And aside from that, he's Aviel! When has he ever done anything wrong?!"

"He was annoying me while I was trying to a talk on the phone with France," snarled the Prussian, " he kept wanting me to go biking with him."

"How was that him starting it?!" sighed Germany with a roll of the eyes, "he just wanted to spend time with you! Why cant you ever just spend time with him? He loves you."

"I don't want to play with the brat!" snarled the Prussian, "he's annoying as hell! It's bad enough that you are constantly spending time with him, I'm not letting him get to me!"

"Get to you?" hissed the German in anger and confusion, " if I didn't know better, bruder, I would swear you thought of him as more of a thing then as a child, your nephew."

"And what if I do?" hissed Prussia. Germany blinked in surprise and then glared. He slapped his brother once more across the face, causing his brother to get a slight bloody nose. Prussia cursed again as he wiped the blood from his face.

"If you ever hit him again," Germany warned in a dangerous tone of voice, "I'll kick you out of this house, and I don't care if Aviel tells me not to. Whether you like it or not, bruder, Israel is my son, this is his home, and he is part of our family. You can either accept that, or get out."

With that the German turned on his heel and stomped out of the room angrily. Prussia cursed and rammed his fist into a nearby wall. His eyes flickered over to a picture of Germany and the young Israel, Israel sitting on his bike and smiling happily.

Prussia glared right into the frozen eyes of the child and hissed, "I wish you were dead."