Germany had to deliver a report to Hitler and not wanting Israel to be forced into seeing the devil or risking that Hitler would have the boy arrested and taken away on sight whether he was with him or not he left the boy with Italy watching over his son while he quickly went to the chancellery.
Just as he was about to enter the office however he heard a voice say, "Prussia has been complaining and I completely agree."
Arching a curious eyebrow the German decided again not to enter and instead to crouch by the door and peek in through the crack. He blinked with surprise when he saw that the Fuhrer was speaking with none other then Heinrich Himmler, the leader of the SS.
"Mein Fuhrer," queried the leader of the SS, "does Germany know about...?"
"No, neither he nor Prussian know about the full extent of the camp systems and that's for the better, Prussia just thinks it's a work camp in Germany thinks the same. Morons, both of them."
Germany growled and was about to enter however he stopped when Heinrich Himmler said, "Berlin and Europe must be made Judenfrei, Jew-free, but that can't be made possible if Aviel is allowed to remain in Berlin, I suggest we send Prussia to take the boy and then transport him to an extermination camp."
Germany froze. Extermination camp?
He perked his ears and continued to listen in, his hard being faster and faster.
No...
That couldn't be...
Even they wouldn't...
"We're going to need more poison gas however," said Heinrich Himmler, "we're running out of gas, there are too many Jews and I don't want to waste too many bullets on them when we have the Russians to fight and the Americans in the Brits too..."
"Fine fine," said the fuehrer with a wave, "just get it done, I don't care if we lose the war I want every single last Jew in Europe dead, do you hear me? We haven't been going at it for this long just to have any still alive by the end of it! Not one is to survive, not one!"
"Ja, mein Fuhrer, not to worry, the Jewish question will be solved."
Germany's breath hitched and his heart positively imploded. For a minute he froze but when Heinrich Himmler started to make his way to the door he quickly turn on his heel and ran as fast as he could out of the chancellery and right home.
Extermination...
Poison gas...
Judenfrei...
No one is to survive
The Jewish question will be solved...
"My God, my God..." gasped Germany as he finally arrived home and slammed the door behind him. He fell to his knees and grabbed the sides of his head, tears falling from his face as realization dawned on him.
It's not a work camp, thought Germany, it's a killing center. They're not just deporting the Jews, they're killing them. Oh God, oh God Aviel... He could have been sent there if I let him go into protective custody...oh God the Rabbi and all his people...my Lord this is all my fault...Aviel, Aviel, I cant let them take you...
He started to weep and there was a meek cry of "Papa?"
Germany looked up to see Aviel standing right above him. He didn't say anything but continued to sob. Aviel dropped to his knees and despite not knowing what his father was crying about pulled him into a hug.
"There, there, Papa, it'll be okay..." said the child quietly.
"Nein, nein, Israel," said the German nation hugging the boy to him, "I-I..."
"Papa, what's wrong?"
"Doitsu?" Italy entered the room at that moment, tilting his head to the side curiously when he saw the German nation sobbing and hugging his son. Germany looked up at him and shook with terror and sobs as he said, " Italy, quickly, we don't have much time. If we don't get Israel out of this country right now he is going to be killed."
Israel didn't question his father on why that was but instead he let out a small whimper as tears came to his golden eyes and he curled up to his father. Italy bit his lip and nodded, tears pricking his own eyes as he said, "okay...okay, lets think of something."