A/N thanks for reviewing everyone!

P.S sorry about the Aviel/Ariel confusion but I fixed it up, spell check was working wrong. It's supposed to be Aviel, far better then Ariel (I wouldn't name Israel after the little mermaid XD

1933:

"I'm worried about him."

Austria glanced up at Germany, "why?"

Germany sighed, " he's been coming home from synagogue and from his bike rides lately..."

"And?"

"Bloody, beaten up, he always says that he fell or he said something bad to the rabbi and the rabbi smacked him, but seriously, has Aviel ever said anything wrong, when has he ever cursed anybody? He's lying, somebody's been beating him up..."

Austria pursed his lips and opened his mouth to say something but Prussia interrupted:

"Serves the brat right!" he said, "I'd punch him too but..."

"Complete that sentence at your own risk, bruder," hissed Germany dangerously and Prussia quickly shut up, scowling at his brother and muttering angrily under his breath.

Austria suggested, "you should follow him to synagogue tomorrow."

Germany sighed and nodded in agreement, "a good idea..."

At that moment there was a slam of the door and the three German nations turned. Germany's eyes widened and he leapt out of his chair and ran over to his ten-year-old son, who had a black eye and was a bleeding from his nose.

"Aviel!" he cried, "What happened? And don't you lie to me young man! Who beat you up?!"

"No one, Papa...I fell down..." muttered the child, bowing his head as if in shame.

"Israel! I know you're not telling the truth, you've been coming home a bloody mess every day! Now who's the cause of this, who's been bullying you?!"

Aviel let out a sound like a shamed puppy and didn't speak. Austria sighed and stood up and ran to get some bandages while Prussia sneered and muttered, " now that's an awesome black-eye."

Aviel glanced up at his uncle and smiled slightly, as if greeting him with his gentle grin. Prussia scoffed, rolled his eyes and turned away as Austria came in to bandage the boy's wounds after Germany cleaned up the blood and dirt from the child.

Aviel went to bed almost immediately after his wounds were fixed and the next day he said good-bye to his father and hopped on his most prized possession, his bicycle, and rode off to the synagogue. Germany watched his son go and then grabbed his brother's arm and tugged at it.

"Come on, brother," said the German nation, Prussia looked annoyed.

"Why do I have to go?" he asked.

"Just in case, I don't know how old these kids are, komm schone."

Prussia rolled his eyes but decided to come anyway, it would be good to kick some butt with west again even if it was in defense of his un-awesome 'nephew.'

The two brothers followed the boy as he quickly pedaled towards the synagogue in downtown Berlin. For a few minutes there was nothing and when Germany saw the synagogue Prussia said, "see, nothing attacked the brat, now lets…"

However as he was saying that thoughtful it's me was stuck out of an ally causing the boy's bike to lurch forward and for the boy to tumble on to the sidewalk. The child moaned and looked up. Germany blinked with surprise and then glared furiously as he spotted his son's assailants. He clenched his fists and stepped foreword to confront them while Prussia hung back. The Prussian nation tilted his head slightly to the side with curiosity when he saw that the three boys, who were at least twice Aviel's age, were all wearing a similar outfit with a similar symbol on a similar armband.

Red, a white circle with a crooked cross.

"Hey, Jew!" spat one of the youth, "come back?! Didn't we teach you your lesson last time?!"

"I'm sorry," muttered Aviel, scooting away, his tone wavering with fear, "I didn't mean to..."

one of the youths and kicked the boy in the side. The boy grunted and curled up in a protective ball, shielding his chest and head as best as he could as the three youths began brutally kick him in the side. They laughed and scorned him; calling him every bad name in the book so that by the time Germany got there he was so furious that he punched one of the youths in the face, sending him flying down onto the sidewalk. The he cursed and then glared up at Germany.

"What's the big deal?! snapped one of the youths. He then glared at the German man, his two friends got behind him as if to back him up. Germany ignored them for the briefest moment and quickly pulled Israel to his feet, brushing him off and muttering to him, " I knew there was something wrong."

Aviel didn't say anything but bowed his head in shame. Germany then turned a poisonous glare to three boys and putting a protective arm on Israel's shoulder before tuning to three voice and shouting, " what do you think you're doing?! Leave my son alone! If you touch him again I swear I'll..."

However he was cut off as one of the three youths arched a curious eyebrow and pointing to the German nation shouted, " wait, wait a minute, you're his father?!"

Germany nodded. Instantly the three boys burst into laughter.

"You?!" Shouted their leader, gesturing to Germanys blonde hair and blue eyes he cried, " but look at you, you're not a Jew, you are an Aryan!"

Germany scoffed, " an Aryan, what's an Aryan?"

"A superior man," explained one of the boys haughtily. He gestured to his friends and said, " we are Aryans, and you are an Aryan! So how could you possibly have a Jewish son?!"

"What's wrong with him being a Jew?" Snapped Germany defensively and again the three boys laughed.

"Everything!" snapped one of them, "Jews are unclean, filthy rats!"

Aviel whimpered, tears leaked from his golden eyes and Germany immediately felt furious.

"Don't you ever speak to my son like that!" the German nation snapped and again the three boys laughed. Prussia now stepped foreword, curiosity eating at him as he gestured to their armbands and queried, "What the hell is with the armbands?"

One of the boys glanced at the armband he was gesturing to and smiling proudly said, " we're Nazis."

Israel arched an eyebrow at that. Germany growled, " what the hell is and Nazi?"

"We follow the Fuhrer," said one of the boys and then he gestured to Israel and said, "we are here to free Germany from the filth of the Jewish people!"

"I don't need freeing from the likes of you!" snapped the German nation, "and if you go near my son again I'll rip your arms off I don't care what your pathetic Fuhrer says! Come on Israel, we're going home!"

"Wait! Papa! No! I still want to go to synagogue!" cried the child and Germany hesitated, he wasn't about to leave the boy alone in the presence of these three Nazis but on the other hand he had never been to the boy synagogue before and he wasn't entirely sure how to act or what to do. However he looked at the boy's wide desperate, sad golden eyes and he couldn't say no. He gripped the boy's hand and gestured for Prussia to follow but Prussia shook his head. Germany sighed but nodded in agreement, Prussia did need to follow and he'd rather not to release his brother in a synagogue. The last thing he needed was the Prussian running amok. So shooting the three Nazis a venomous glare he ushered his son to the synagogue, gripping him protectively by the hand.

The Nazis apparently decided that now that the Jew was gone they didn't need to stick around so they started walking away. Prussia was the only one left on the sidewalk and he glanced as the Nazis walked away, his eyes pinned to the symbol on their arms.