"Well, well, well," said Prussia, walking slowly down the aisle towards the boy, "my lucky day, how are you little nephew?"
"U-Uncle Prussia..." whimpered the child.
"You know this boy, sir?" queried the Nazi soldier and Prussia nodded.
"He's the Jew we've been looking for, grab him," ordered the Prussian. The Nazi soldier smiled like Satan and sneered at the young Jew.
"I knew it!" snapped the Nazi, grabbing the cross from around the boy's neck and yanking it off violently, nearly choking the young Jew. He then grabbed the Jew from the back of the neck and said, "not to worry, little Jew, we've got another train for you to board..."
"No!" cried Italy and for once showing a significant amount of bravery lunged at the Nazis however a single blow from Prussia sent him reeling to the floor. Prussia rolled his eyes and muttered something about weak Italian's before grabbing the Jew by the hand and handcuffing him.
"You're under arrest, nephew," he growled, "what do you have to say about that?"
Aviel's lip quivered and tears streamed from his eyes, "I'm sorry, Uncle, whenever I did to upset you I'm sorry. I can forgive you for this, you know, just please can you tell Papa that I love him?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, move it Jew!"
Italy groaned and sat up in the last thing he saw before he blacked out with Israel being led from the train by the two Nazi soldiers.
Germany was sitting on the porch outside his house leaning his chin on his hand and thinking to himself, wondering if Israel was happy in Switzerland and wondering when Italy would be back with news. He thought about what it would be like when they were finally reunited. He closed his eyes and pictured the boy smiling face waving at him, running foreword and hugging him, saying "I missed you, Papa!" and he smiled.
He looked up and saw Italy approaching his house. Germany smiled and stood up, thinking that the Italian nation had safely delivered Israel to Switzerland and is now returning. He stood up and opened his mouth to shout out to the Italian nation however he saw tears streaming down Italy's face and a defeated, broken look on the man. Italy looked up and met the German's eyes and without a word exchanged between them Germany knew what had occurred.
His knees gave out, breathing became difficult and then impossible and he collapsed.
"G-Germany..." sobbed Italy, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Germany couldn't even hear him; all he could hear were the sobs of his little son being dragged away by the Nazis to an extermination camp. Germany sent his face onto the floor and screamed in anguish.