Germany's story

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(* Most of it happens in 1942.*)

Ich vanted to tell meine story. Meine point of view when Em and Gil vere in zhe camps.  Gil vas sent zhere because he ist a albino. One of many meine " boss" disliked.  " VEST! ARE JOU LETTING ZHEM TAKE ME?!" Gilbert yelled as some of meine men took him away.  " Es tut mir leid meine bruder." Germany said with guilt filling his mind.  A couple days later. Ich vas sent to vork at zhe exact camp zhat zhey took meine bruder too.  Zhe irony.  " Hallo Offizier Beilschmidt. " Said my trainer Peter. " Hallo Offizier Müller. was ist meine Aufgabe?" Ich asked quite seriously.  (* Translations so far: " I am sorry." " Hello officer Beilschmidt."  " Hello officer Müller. What is my task?" *)  " Du sind außerdem eine Wächter." Replied Peter. " " A watchdog?" Ich zhought.  " Ja. jetzt gehen!" Peter yelled.  Ich hate vhen Ich vas a vatchdog.   A vatchdog ist someone vho ist like a guard.  But zhey can shoot  anyone zhat zhey chose.  It vas a couple veeks later.  Ich just found meine bruder...talking to a girl.  " Now. Vhat do jou call a Nazi?" Asked meine bruder to zhe girl. " Uh...Asshole?" Asked zhe girl.  " Ja. Genau!" Replied meine bruder. Ich zhen valked up to zhe two.  " Asshole! Asshole! Fuck off!" Yelled zhe girl.  Gil zhen turned around. Spitting at meine boots. " Bruder." He said hatefully. " Vhat vas zhat for?" Ich asked in English.  " Vell. Let's see. First off. JOU SENT ME TO ZHIS HELL HOLE!" Screamed meine bruder.  Zhe girl looked scared. " Gil. It vasn't meine fault. Ich tried." Ich replied calmly and apologetic.  Gil zhen sighed. " Fine. Vhatever. But. If jou hurt me or meine friend Em. Jou vill pay vhen Ich get out." Replied Gil in a threatening tone.  " Vh...Vho ist him?" Asked zhe girl.  " Der ist miene klien bruder. " Replied Gil in German.  " Litt...Little bruder?" Zhe girl asked.  " Ja. little bruder." Ich said with a small sigh.  " Gehen!" Yelled another officer's voice. " Vell. Ich guess zhat ist all zhe time ve have. " Ich said as Ich left.  " Vait! Vest!"Gil yelled. "Vhat?"Ich vas nervous. Because it ist not vise for others to know zhat jou are related to a prisoner. " Can jou help us?" Asked Meine bruder.  " J..Ja. Ich vill try." Ich replied zhis Ich time actually Ich left.  " Was hast er sagen?" Asked Em. " Don't vorry about it." Was the last thing Ich heard.  Now let's go to a few months later.  Ich had be rasied zhrough zhe ranks.  Ich vas at zhe top. At zhe cost of others. Ich had to check up on zhe women quarter zhat day. Ich vas almost zhere vhen Ich heard a scream. " Ahhhh! Kriegen vom von mir!" Ich heard a young woman cry.  Ich peered around the corner only to see  a guard trying to rape Em.  "Offizier Jakob!" Ich yelled.  " Was?!" He yelled back. " Kriegen rüber heir!" Ich yelled.   Zhe officer vent over to me.  Ich yelled at him saying.  Zhat even if zhey are pirsioners. Zhat zhey are just like us!" Ich yelled in English. " Vho cares? She might die soon." He replied back in English.  Zhat vas zhe breaking point.  " Einfach gehen." Ich vas trying not to go all out on him. (* Translations:  " You are a guard. " " Yes. Now go!" "Yes. Correct." "Brother.""What did he say?" "Get off of me!" " Officer Jakob!" " What?!" Get over here!" " Get going."*) He zhen left. As he left.  Ich saw Em run away. " Ich hope zhat she did not see." Ich zhought as she ran.  It vas zhe next day. Ich vas approached by meine bruder.  " Vest. Dankeschön." Gil whispered to me.  "For vhat?" Ich asked. " Em told me zhat jou called zhe officer vho vas trying to rape her over." He replied.  " Ich know zhat jou did it on purpose."  Gil also said. " Of course. Ich vill do anyzhing for jou. Jou are meine bruder." Ich admitted. " Gut. Now please look at Em." He instructed. " Vhy..." Zhat vas zhen Ich saw how skinny she vas. 



( What Em might have looked like

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( What Em might have looked like.)

" Meine gott.  Vhy ist she like zhat?" Ich asked Gil shocked at how skinny Em vas. Gil zhen sighs. " Zhe guards like to pick on her.  Und zhey do not give her food. As a cruel joke." Gil replied almost in tears. Ich had never seen him cry before.  Vell once. Vhen King Fredrick zhe great died.  " Vhy do zhey bully her?" Ich asked concerned.  " Vell two zhings. One. Zhat she ist a lesbian.  Und two.  Her eyes.  Ich do meine best to protect her. See." Gil zhen lifted zhe back of his shirt for me to see. His back had scars. Too deep even for an nation to heal from.  " Meine gott." Vas zhe only zhing Ich could say.  " Vest. Please. Ve need to do somezhing.. Anyzhing." Gl begged.  Ich zhought hard. " Maybe Ich can get Italy to make some extra food." Ich finally said.  " Please! Get Ita. Let him pasta. Just. Just do it for Em." GIl replied.  " Ich. Ich promise." Ich zhen valked away. To dismiss suppositions.  " If Ich get caught. Not just me. But Gil,Italy und Em. Nein! Don't zhink like zhat!" Ich zhought as Ich left meine post at zhe end of meine shift.  Ich arrived home a little bit later. Only to find Italy making pasta. Ich smiled. Zhinking zhat zhis vill be zhe perfect time to ask him to help. " Italy." Ich said a little too sternly. " Ahh! Ve~! Germany! You scared me!" Italy yelled.  " Ich am sorry. But can Ich ask jou somezhing?" Ich asked nervously.  " Certo!  Che cosa essere?" He said in Italian. " Uh... Ich do not know much Italian. Remember?" Ich said. " Huh? Oh yeah. I said. Sure. What is it?" Italy replied. " Ich need jou to make me a ton of fattening food for me tomorrow."  Ich replied as Ich turned meine head away.  " Why?" Asked Italy as he tilted his head.  " Bec...Because. Ich am helping Gil und a friend of his in zhe camp." Ich admitted nervous of vhat his reaction vould be.  " Of corse! Anything for Prussia. But we need to do this in secret. I have an idea." Italy zhen ran back to vho know where. He zhen returned vith a leather bag.  " Vhat ist zhis for?" Ich asked confused. " Hehe. Oh silly Germany. See look. A hidden compartment." Italy said as he showed me zhe hidden compartment.  " Zhat ist amazing!" Ich exclaimed. " Dankeschónn Italien." Ich replied as Ich gave him a hug.  Very grateful at vhat he ist doing.  " You are very welcome Germany." Italy replied. Hugging me back.  Now please go to zhe next day. Same time as zhe pervious day. " Ah! Vest. Zhere jou are. Vhat took so long?" Asked Gil vorried. " Ich am sorry. It took longer zhan expected to get out of zhe lines. " Ich replied. ( * The lines he is referring to is the lines to the gas chambers.  Officers watched and picked who would go into the camp and who would be gassed. Sometimes for fun. So officers shot at random at the people in line.*)  "  How many today?" Asked meine bruder vith a somber expression.  " About 6,000. Same as always." Ich replied vhile looking away. "How could Ich look at meine own bruder after saying zhat?" Ich asked myself.  Ich vas snapped back into reality vhen Ich heard meine bruder say.  " Vest. Did jou bring zhe stuff?" He asked. " Ja. Of course. Italy helped a lot. " Ich replied a bit more cheerful.  " Gut. Now jou might vant to leave. Ich vill make sure Em eats." Gil replied as he shooed me away.  As Ich left. Ich heard Gil trying to get Em to eat. " Em. Bitteschön. Essen. Für mir?" Gil said holding a fork up. "Nein! Du essen?" Em asked. Turning away. " Wieso sind du so stur?!" Meine bruder asked. Ich just laughed. " She acts just like jou. So payback time." Ich thought.  ( * Translation: " Em. Please. Eat. For me?" "No! You eat" " Why are you so stubborn?!"*)  Now  let's go to January,1945. Ich vas doing meine rounds. Again. Ich had found Em vith Gil. She looked healthy. " Gut. Ich need to tell Italy zhat he food ist helping." Ich thought as Ich saw Em and Gil depart. Ich do not know vhy Ich followed Em. But Ich am glad zhat Ich did. Em vas snatched by a guard.  " Hi. Sind du ein hübsch Ding? Auch schlecht das du sind ein lesbisch." Said zhe man as he held her against a brick wall.  " Hey...Um. Offizier Schneider können Ich kcompartmen du?" Ich said as Ich motioned for him. " Ja." He zhen valked over.  Out of sight. Ich zhen punched him straight in zhe jaw. Ich didn't care. Ich had a feeling zhat zhis camp vill be liberated soon. Und Ich vas right. Just a few weeks later. January,27,1945. To be exact.  Ich had to go vith zhe rest of zhe " Employees"  But Ich vas haapy. Because meine bruder und Em made it out.  Und Em never found out zhat Ich helped her. No did. Except for me,Italy und Prussia.  But Ich vas still in zhe var. But zhat might be for another time. 

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