I have killed so many people. I have fought in so many wars. But, then why do I feel regret as I watch my younger brother murder in cold blood. The hatred in his eyes when he sees his boss, the blood lust when he goes to the camps. When many die, he grins wildly. Even his comrades are frightened of him. Even I am horrified of him. His use to be so kind. A light hearted person that loves without regret and gave me a hug and a kiss on the check when I left for work. So what changed him? He leaves without my knowledge, and will yell without reason.
Those camps are horrible, and many of them he vistes for fun. I cannot let anymore people die. I cannot, I will stop my brother. Ether by myself or with others. I don't care.
I just want my lover back.
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And this was quickly written in a science class. Hope you enjoy!
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FanfictionI love writing the sad germancest ones. They make me happy! War tears apart families, and this one isn't any diffrent. Gilbert is forced to help his brother kill millions, but what happens when he turns agaist him to help the Allies?
