Hetalia One-Shots

GerIta : Past Present and Future

((Warning : contains angst and violent historical events. I know some people do not like the fact that some fans add their ideas to the characters pasts as in why they acted like this and that, and so I am sorry if what I wrote offends you. If it really bothers you, you can skip this part and continue reading. Thank you for understanding.))

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"Ausrichten!"

Men and women moved to line up one behind the other. Women and children were moved to a separate area as men were pushed forward to enter a different part of the camp.

Military men, holding loaded guns, surrounded and looked at the miserable people being forced into hell on earth, but as if they knew that.

I stood there watching as well, not knowing what else I could do. I was wearing a heavy and hot military uniform carrying a rifle around my shoulder. Although I was dressed as a soldier ready to fight, I sure didn't feel like it.

I was extremely confused, I didn't know what I was doing or what my people were doing. These last couple of months I could feel nothing but numbness. My face never change it's expression and I barely spoke, it was as if I weren't actually in full control of my body.

My mind however never stopped functioning. I simply felt like a side character in all of this.

During the line up, I spotted a little girl, not much older than six years old, waving at a man standing in line on the other side of a barrier. Without a doubt, her father. The man put up a small smile and waved back.

An SS noticed it as well and went up to her. "Ist er dein Vater?" he asked. The young girl nodded and he motioned to the man to come up.

The father looked confused and didn't move. Another SS pushed him forward with his rifle. He stumbled and started moving towards his daughter.

"Weitergehen, deinen Vater umarmen gehen," the soldier said. The mother was standing close behind, cautious. The little girl started moving towards her father when the SS on the other side of the barrier knocked the father on his knees.

From where I was standing, I had a perfect view of it all. Everything slowed down as I registered every movement, every expression, every feeling.

The soldier pulled out his rifle.

The mother ran forward.

The father glanced up to his daughter.

The girl was screaming.

The mother covered her daughter's eyes.

The gunshot echoed.

The body fell limp on the floor.

The mother and daughter's wails pierced my eardrums.

The body was removed as some women helped the wife and daughter to their feet and ushered them away from the horrible scene.

The soldiers smirked at each other, obviously proud of themselves. My head just felt on the verge of explosion. I started feeling dizzy and nauseous and my face must have shown that because some of my men came up to me.

"Herr Deutschland?"

"Herr Deutschland?"

"Germany?"

"Germany, are you okay? Answer me!"

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I lunged forward into a sitting position, eyes wide awake. I looked at my surroundings. I was in bed, in my room. Italy was beside me.

Was it a nightmare? No, much worse, an uncovered memory, that I thought was lost forever. That I wish was lost forever.

"Germany, are you okay, you seemed to be having a bad dream..." He reached out to put his hand on my shoulder but I pushed him away.

"Don't touch me!" I yelled.

I buried my face in my hands and bent over to rest my arms on my legs. I noticed my cheeks were moist. I clutched my fists.

"Stay away from me, I'm a monster," I murmured, pressing my palms on my eyes.

"Ludwig Beilschmidt."

I flinched at the firmness of Italy's voice. My eyes opened but remained in my hands.

"You are not a monster. Why in the world would you think so," he pursued.

"I, what I did. All the horrible things I did to my people. To the people of the world. I am a horrible leader, I'm not worthy to be a country," I said, more to myself than to the Italian.

His arms reached out to me once more and his hands wrapped around my face, pulling it away from my own hands. I was now staring at Italy in the eyes. His face was not the joyful and juvenile one I was used to seeing. He had a serious gaze, the one he shows me only rarely.

"You know what happened in the past wasn't only your fault. And we all know it very well. You know no matter how big and strong of a country we are, we can not go against the orders of our boss. Even if they are a very bad boss.
"You and your people just didn't have much luck back then and had mean bosses, but that's over now. 
"I just wish that one day, our bosses will understand that we are not simply objects that they can control at their free will, that we are influenced by them and therefore our lands as well.
  "But look at your people now, they are all very happy and living very well. They are your people, no matter what, they will still love you, it's thanks to you that they are here, that they are living these beautiful lives.
"You are not the only country who may have done bad things to their people, I did as well, back then, so did a lot of other countries.
"However we each learn from our mistakes and try to make our citizens live the best lives we can offer them.
  "But none of that matters. The past is in the past, we are in a beautiful present and the future only seems to be bright. What does matter, is that you and your people are in great health and will continue making great things.
"Ti amo, Germany. I love you and only you. You are the nicest and best country I have ever met so I forbid you to say bad things about yourself anymore. Please don't forget that."

He put on a comforting smile and wiped the edges of my eyes. I stared at him not knowing what to say, let alone think.

The small nation noticed and chuckled lightly. He pulled my face in and kissed my lips gently. "Come on now, let's get some sleep," he said, kissing my forehead and laying back down.

I rested my head on my pillow next to Italy. I extended my arm and pulled him closer to me, kissing him on the nose.

"Veneziano Vargas, you are a blessing from the sky," I breathed, closing my eyes and setting my chin on his head. "You are the best thing that ever happened to me."

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This is based off a true story (the part of the little girl and the SS soldiers). I saw this testimony video and this old woman talked about what the SS did to her father and all, it was really sad and I directly thought of aph Germany and decided to make it a short GerIta story.

I added some German since I know a little bit of it but I don't think I'll do that with every country. Plus, it must be annoying for you readers. Anyways, please let me know if it really is inconvenient and I won't do it again.

Sorry if this kind of story doesn't please you, I'll try to make a better in next time.

Thank you for reading ❤️