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💋ℳ𝒾𝒸𝒽ℯ𝒶𝓁： 𝒫𝓇ℴ𝒿ℯ𝓀𝓉 1065－ℛℰℳ𝒜𝒦ℰ💋

     ⚠️ MENTION OF THE NAZIS⚠️
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     The Nazis. The sole people I hated in this war-stricken world. I felt like a fake wearing the brown uniform Hitler Youth. But I had to, for me and my family's sake. We were spies for the Allies (lol it rhymes), and our job was to gather information.
We came home from another dinner with Nazis, and I was exhausted. It was though work pretending to like those idiots (MICHEAL WITH SHADE????).
When we finally got home, I ran to my room and jumped on my bed, falling asleep before my head even hit the pillow.
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     I woke up just before my alarm rang, yawning and stretching before finally dragging myself out of bed. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, etc. I kissed my parents goodbye and started walking to school. Walking down the street, I noticed a girl I had never seen before. Her blonde hair was tied into two braids, like most girls in Nazi Germany. She was wearing the uniform of the Bund Deutscher Mädel, basically the girl version of the Hitler Youth. She turned and noticed me, and smiled. I felt the heat rose to my cheeks. I smiled nervously and waved, before quickly rushing to school. I slunk into the classroom, sitting in my seat. I pulled out my homework, placing it on my desk for the teacher (I'm not writing that long ass name) to check it. I guess I must have been blushing harder than I thought, because my friend, Fritz, started talking.
"Michael, why are you so red? We're you late to school or something?"
"No, Fritz, it's...uhm..."
"Come on, spit it out!"
I ended up telling Fritz about the girl, how I hadn't seen her before and how pretty her smile was.
"Well, I'm no girl expert, but I think you should ask her out or something."
"I can't do that, i barely even met her! I—"
"Just trust me."
I opened my mouth ti say something, but the teacher started up class, so I just nodded. Maybe Fritz was on to something?
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On the walk home from school, i saw her again. I took a deep breath and hyped myself up before walking up to her.
"Hi! I'm Michael."
She turned to me and I saw her crystal blue eyes. Of course, she was the picture-perfect representation of a Nazi girl. "I'm Y/N," she replied. She even had a pretty name. "I, uhm, saw you earlier and I couldn't help but notice how pretty you were and was wondering if you would...go out with me? You don't have to of course, i mean—"
"Yes, Micheal, I'll go out with you. I'm free tomorrow, 5pm."
I blushed and laughed nervously. "G-great! Uhm, how does the hill by xx street sound? We could bring up some food or something."
She giggled. "Sounds great." She walked off to her house while I stood there, with a dumb smirk on my face.
As I entered my house, something hit me. I was in love with a Nazi. This couldn't be happening. She stood for everything I hated. I couldn't love her. It just wasn't right. I never should have committed to that date, but Nazi or not, I'll still show up. It's not worth hurting her feelings over a stupid label, right?
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(Time skip to the date 🤭🤭🤭🤭)
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I climbed up the hill, a little basket of cookies Ma made for me. I didn't tell her I was going for a date, just that I was going out with a friend. I felt bad that I was lying to her, but I couldn't tell her I was going out with a Nazi girl.
SHES A NAZI. LEAVE. GO. YOU CAN'T LOVE HER. YOU'RE RISKING YOUR SAFTEY.
I fell to the grass, my eyes wide. Kristallnacht replaying in my mind over and over again. Her kind caused that destruction. I crawled to the base of a tree letting my head fall back to the bark. I took a breath when I heard a voice.
"Michael?"
I lifted my head up to see Y/N, dressed in a blue plaid dress with small gold earrings. I blushed and smiled. I stood up and dusted off the only fancy clothes I had—my Hitler Youth uniform.
"Glad to see you showed up!" I said my trembling hand touching hers. She laughed and plopped down on the grass. I sat down next to her, and we started talking. Where we were from, (THIS IS IMPORTANT FOR LATER) our interests, and the war. The war always came up in a conversation, weather you liked it or not.
"Remember how I said I was from Czechoslovakia?" Y/N asked, turning to me.
"Yeah. Why?"
"You're from Ireland, so, I hope I'm safe enough to say this..."
I looked at her with a confused expression on my face as she did the German Look. She leaned in closer to my ear and cupped a hand around it.
"I hate the Nazis."
She pulled away, and I was shocked. She wasn't a bad person after all? She really didn't stand for the Nazis?
"I-I figured I could tell you, since we both had a few years of sanity before we came to this hellhole."
"Y/N."
"Oh, God, I shouldn't have said anything! I'm going to jail, or worse! All because I couldn't keep my stupid mouth shut!"
"Y/N"
"I'm so stupid, I should go—"
"Y/N!"
Sometimes we do things we're not proud of. Sometimes, we do things that were not proud of in the moment but end up jumping for joy later. This was one of those times (cutely imagines this as a voiceover).
I grabbed Y/N by the collar and kissed her. Straight on the lips, no short cuts. She stood there, shocked for a moment, before kissing me back.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I tried calling your name, but you weren't answering, then I just—"
Y/N put a finger to my lips. "I guess we both have a rambling problem, huh?" I blushed profusely and stuttered. "Y-yeah, I guess we do..."
The rest of the date was calm and slow. We ended up breaking into those cookies Ma packed, which actually weren't half bad.
At around 8pm, I walked Y/N home (Micheal with rizz 100% NOT CLICKBAIT!!!).
"Thanks for walking me home. I had a lot of fun!" Y/N said, stopping at the door.
"Yeah, no problem. I'm glad you had a good time," I said, putting my heads in my pockets. We stood there for a second, and awkward silence pushing itself between us. Y/N suddenly rushed to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Have a good night, Micheal."
I blushed. "Y-yeah, yeah, you too!" She smiled and disappeared into her house.
On my way home, I couldn't help but think. What if she really was a Nazi? Could she had been faking her hatred for the sake of reporting me to the Gestapo later?

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