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?

30. They're All Gone

"WHERE IS HE?!"

Prussia cringed and turned just in time to be punched in the face by his brother. He flew unto his bed and groaned in pain as he felt his nose bleed. He looked up just in time for his brother to grab his throat and nearly choke him. Germany brought him close to his face and snarled, "where is Aviel?!"

"I...don't...know..." gagged Prussia but Germany in response shook him violently.

"Don't give me that!" roared the German nation, "first the rabbi, then all the other Jews, there are no Jews left in the neighborhood except for Aviel and I know he's the one you've been looking the most forward to deporting and I have no idea where he is!"

"Well I don't know where he is either!" snapped the Prussian nation with a glare, "he left on his own accord!" He then grinned and said, " but I assure you, West, he'll be going to a camp soon enough..."

"What's wrong with you, Prussia?" growled the German nation, " what has Aviel ever done to you? Even if you hate him, how could you want to send him away like that?"

"A little work never killed anybody!" snapped Prussia, "and you know I never wanted to take him in the first place! We used to be best friends, West..."

That there was a hint of sadness in the Prussian's voice but Germany in response hissed, "I know that, Prussia, but Aviel wasn't going to stand between us been best friends, he's my son and I love him but I love you too...or at least I did before you started this."

"You started this as much as I did, West," sneered Prussia, "it's just a matter of finishing it."

Germany snarled then threw the Prussian a sigh before turning on his heel and exiting. Prussia coughed and touched his nose; he looked up the blood and glowered, clenching his fists.

A few minutes later Germany was prying open the door of the abandoned synagogue and surely enough in exactly the seat where he had been every Saturday Aviel sat, clasping his hands in bowing his head. Germany's eyes shone with sadness and he walked down the aisle before sitting down next to the boy.

"They're all gone," said the boy, his voice empty. Germany glanced around the abandoned synagogue, the windows were smashed in and a few of the benches were knocked over from the various Nazi attacks and indeed it was completely abandoned, not even the rabbi was there.

"And I don't want you to go with them, Aviel," said Germany, putting an arm around the boy, "that's why you have to stay home from now on, OK?"

Aviel nodded and with that the German nation grabbed his hand and led him from the synagogue, as he exited the boy started weeping once more and prayed under his breath that he would see all of his friends again once the war was over, he could be sure to continue studying the Torah and the rabbi would be proud of him he was sure, maybe he could to help the rabbi clean up the synagogue when he came home.