World Academy

The Beginning

(A/N: Wrong Spelling's and grammatical mistakes up ahead, please be aware. I have also returned!)

"Father?"

A child, not so young nor not so old, spoke with his gentle yet brave voice as if he's been wanting to say it years ago. The said father looks down to the child, trying to move away the papers that were covering the childs face.

"Yes son?" His father asked with a serious yet calm voice that would make anyone answer. The child though, fiddles with hand, hesitation ran up to his head. His father waited for his son to continue, he looks nervous and as a mere child with no ounce of knowledge, he doubts it is nothing important.

"W-where do y-you think i-is m-my mother?" The child stutters while holding onto his cuddly teddy bear. The said teddy looks very old, very dirty and obviously, it is very torn out. His father, stopped writing and faces the son with a very deserted look.

He sighed, "Your mother left us, with another man" Lie

The child looks a bit relief, yet a little sad. Like, what do you expect? A child without a mother? Won't ask where his mother is? The one who gave life to him? The one who is inside her flesh and blood?

Of course he's curios to where his mother is! "Then mother is alive?" The child, ecstatically and hopefully asked. The father, stood up from his seat and went to the child and crouched to his level.

"Look here son, after your mother left, I don't know w-what h-happened to her, where is she now, or what is her life. But one thing I'm sure; your mother loved you and us with all her h-heart. She has a reason for her to leave" The father said with remorse, though it is very noticeable from his voice, the oblivious child smiled as if it's the most wonderful news of them all.

"So I'll still be able to meet her?" The child inquired with enthusiasm. The father, sadly smiles as he pick him up and they went to the window where the nation he built is starting to pay off. Vendors selling fruits and vegetables, workers working for labor and children playing in the cold.

"Maybe, but we don't know what the future holds, it's either positive or negative" He then looked at his child, trying to change out the topic. "And our country's future is in your hand and I'm sure of it, you have the power to wield the country to success"

The child smiled happily with his father's encouragement, "Yes!" He hugged his father as they can see a snow flake starting to fall from the ground. The child, sees the cold flake.

"Wow! It's snowing father!" His father, looks at the window that shows them the start of winter. It was expected to snow due to how cold the environment.

Everyone is very happy, mostly children who were dancing around while the snow falls from the sky. Everyone cheers on for another winter, a winter of coldness yet happy times. People would often think snow is very cold, yes. . . it is cold but is it not heartwarming to see others play in the snow?

For the German father, it's a bliss for the eye. But who would have thought that the blissful scene would turn into a bloodshed massacre.

"F-father. . .?" Blood, blood, and blood.
. . everywhere he sees is blood. His hands covered with blood, dead people gushing with blood, and the most horrifying of all. . .

"I-Its for the best, son" His father, held a M11 12-D gun that's covered in blood, from once a sweet gentle father, turned into a massacre maniac. Tons of dead people all around him, there's even a mountain pile of body infront of him. The child is so scared, he's only in his teenage phase yet he sees the most vulgar scene ever. Nervous, anxious and frightened. . . who would have thought that he could only feel all this by his only flesh and blood. The father seeing his trembling son, he felt as if it's wrong and he needs explanation."G-Germany I-"