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Part 4

I found a way on how I will make it to now all the way to 1939 without making time skips that don't make any sense. Also sorry for the wait I just suck at uploading things. Oh and look at that

Those are some numbers that are bigger than I thought it would be starting this. And we have 100 reads! ヽ(≧∀≦)ﾉ wow thank you all for reading this. And also look at the time 30 minutes and where nowhere near the end of this rollercoaster. Anyways you did not come here to hear or read my rambling so on to this amazing chapter. (Also number 4 is my favorite number)

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Feduary 20, 1928

Reich's pov

It was just my 21st birthday, I hate growing up you have more responsibilitys. No one's around the house anymore JE, FI, and Soviet are doing stuff with there countries. And because of that I had no one to spend my birthday with.

It's not like anyone wants to spend time with me anyways. I just get mad for no reason. Ever sense that black, human, creature thing showed up I have felt different. I don't know what has gotten into me, I don't want to hurt anyone.

I got up from my bed and walked over to a full body mirror that was in the corner of my room. Yes it's a new one because the last one broke from what I call a episode. The first episode I had, yes that has happened way more than once and sometimes they could get pretty bad.

I look at myself in the merior. There's scratchs everywhere on my body more on my hands. I am very skinny, I am never able to put on a lot of weight or enough weight so you could feel something other than bone. Then my eyes or well eye, it had a black pupil with the symbol that's on my flag but red. My other eye had a blood red eye patch over it because in my first episode a piece of glass got into my eye making the eye go blind.

"How did I come from a family that looks nice and I look like this" I question myself. Everyone is always so scared of me and it has gotten worse when I have gotten older, another reason I don't like growing up.

I walked out of the room and made my way down the long hallway of the palace. When my parents died me and my siblings stayed here in the castle we used to live in. Yes it doesn't have modern technology or anything but it's something and it keeps me alive so I won't complain.

I turned into another hall, I hate this hallway. At the beginning it had my grandpa, Prussia with counties like UK, Russian Empire, Austrian Empire my other Grampa and other various countries. Then when you walked further down the hall you would get to my father.

In the older paintings of my father he was by himself or with other countries. Then when you walked further to the newer ones of him then he would be with my mother Austria-Hungary.

I stopped at one painting. It was a painting of my father and mother dancing. They looked so happy with each other. During the war they never looked this happy. They could have been happy and still here if they didn't kill them.

I clenched my fist, I was so angry why, why did they have to kill my parents like that. We could've been happy.

I punched it.

It fell onto the floor a hole was in the glass and a hole was through the painting as well. The scars on my hands started to bleed.

I looked at the painting that was on the ground, ruined. I felt my face get wet with tears, all I could do was look at the painting.

"ⱠØØ₭ ₳₮ ₩Ⱨ₳₮ ɎØɄ'VɆ ĐØ₦Ɇ"