Returning from a day of meaninglessly slaving over, back breaking, agonizing labour. The Prussian was brought back and shoved back into his barracks with the other prisoners, his pale skin covered in scars and bruises from not only work which he so abruptly refused to do, but the punishments he was forced to endure for going against orders. "A-ah.. S-Scheiße.." He muttered in a weak tone as he glanced up at the other prisoners who just plainly turnt their head from him. Grunting softly, Gilbert managed to make it to his feet and he slowly made his way to the lice infested cot on the floor, hesitantly laying down as a few whimpers escaped his lips from the horrible, suffering pain his body was in.
"I-I hate.. Zhis place.." He managed to sputter out as he closed his eyes and prayed that the pain would just end, dying even sounded like a better fate, but that wasn't an option for a broken and slowly fading nation.
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Teen FictionEveryday seemed like more and more work was accomplished, but It had little meaning. To work for nothing but only to cause ourselves misery. How could you live throught that? A normal human could barely survive, and death was a normal occurrence aro...
