Author's Notes: I don't own Hetalia. I only own Misery.(OC) All credits go to their rightful owners. Anything named or used in this story that I did not create belongs to their owners.
Italics stand for thoughts/ thinking.Story takes place during WW2 during Hitler's power.
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Third POV~
1939:
A blond German soldier walks down the snowy streets of Germany looking around at the chaos that has started. Dressed differently then the soldiers searching houses. Dragging people out of their homes. The soon to be usual. His ice blue eyes scanning the streets. Everything seemed darker, the atmosphere holding a dark gloom of fear. What was becoming of his home.
"Come on Ludwig. Keep moving." The blonde told himself as he continued on his journey. It hurt him terribly at thinking of what the leaders of his country were allowing to happen. How he wished he could be a hero and save the people in his country. But sadly he had to fight with the villains. Making him one of them. A villain. Not a hero.
*POPS*
The man looks in the direction of the gunshots.
Please. Not already. Please let no one be hurt.
He ran begging that no one was hurt. Our soldier was in for a surprise that would change him.
