"Switzerland," suggested Italy, "Switzerland is closest and he's neutral and I know how to get there, I've run across Switzerland a lot, I could get him there but it might be dangerous."
"Remaining here would be deadly, much less dangerous," said Germany, holding the boy close to him and nodding along with Italy's plan. Italy nodded and said, "I'm sorry, Germany, but if I take him to Switzerland you cant come with, it would be too suspicious and they would search you out right away. I could say I'm his uncle and I'm taking him back to Italy, if he pretends to be catholic they might fall for it and I can worry about talking to Switzerland later, he'll probably accept him once I get him there and if he doesn't I'll find a way to keep him there until the war is over and Hitler's gone..."
Germany bit his lip at the prospect that he would have to trust Italy to watch over his son and sneak him into a safe haven however he realized he didn't have a choice in the matter and bowed his head, nodding. Israel started sobbing and hugged his father crying, "b-but Papa... I don't want to leave you...
"Listen to me, Israel," said Germany sternly, putting his hands on the boy's shoulders, "this is for your own safety, I'll find you as soon as this war is over. Listen, from this point on your a Christian, you can go back to being Jewish once you're in Switzerland, but for now you're a Christian."
Israel nodded, tears pricking his eyes. Germany hugged the boy close to him and then looked over Italy shoulder. Italy walked over as the boy and grasped his hand saying, "don't take anything with you, Aviel, it will just slow you down, stay with me and if anybody asks say your name is Hans and you're half Italian and you're going to Rome for a little while. Okay?"
"Okay," Israel wept. Italy then stepped aside to allow Germany and Israel to say goodbye to one another.
"Israel..." cried Germany, hugging the boy, "I'll see you again soon, when you come home I'll throw a big party and all the Jews will come and the Rabbi too and I can make you a cake and I'll get you a new bike and I'll never force you to separate from me ever again, I promise Israel..." he started to fall apart and began to weep, "I promise..."
"I believe you papa, I believe you..." cried the child, hugging his father back, "I love you, Papa, I love you...
"I love you too, son..." cried the German, he kissed his son and then released him with extreme difficulty. Gently pushing him towards the Italian. He looked at Italy and desperately begged, "take care of him, make sure he's safe."
Italy nodded and then grasped the boy's hand before quickly taking him from the house. Germany watched as the boy disappeared, his golden eyes flashed back once and met his father's before he disappeared into the distance with the Italian nation. Germany choked and fell to his knees, sobbing. He took out the photograph of him and Israel in Rome, back when things had been carefree and normal and kissing it prayed he would see him again and they could go back to those days.