My Hero of War (Hetalia Fan Fic)

No Hero is a Real Hero

~~~Germany~~~

When I was younger my dad was a violent man and I was a proud boy following in his footsteps. I learned the different fighting styles, and different ways to get people to do what I wanted. My dad had me set for the military life. He always trained me, most of the time it was until I dropped. He always made me clean my boots. Mother was as proud as dad was about my progression. He told me he would leave soon. There are some things He could never prepare me for though before his death when I was 15. I kept with his training though. My dad always told me that if I wanted to see the world all I had to do was carry a gun for my country and I would get payed to do so. I told him I would be the country's hero. Our flag would be the best flag.

~~~Germany age 18~~~

This will be my last year in high school, the end of the year just weeks away and I was ready for it. I had talked to the recruiter and he asked if I would like to see other countries aside from my own. I told him my dream to be the best solder and to fight in any territory. I quickly agreed to fight for the nations military. We had recently gotten a new leader and I was ready to fight by his side. I got to meet him once because of the position that I hold. My dad had better control of our leaders, and me being only a couple years into actually running things let them guyed me a little more that I should have. Hitler was a very sceptical man and always wanted people to prove their loyalty. When I met him he told me that I looked like I could definitely run a county. I had the looks, the stern personality that kept a firm fist on things, I didn't crack under pressure, and I didn't fear anything. He had me take a squad out for a test run to see how well I commanded, and we 'killed' all the 'people'. We of course were only using practice training fields. After a year of intense training that almost made me feel like my dad was back from the grave, He finally let me go into the battle fields. He let me prove that I was a hero, and I wore my flag on my uniform proudly.

~~~Germany age 19~~~

I was out in Poland, one of the many places that Hitler wanted to take as our own, and was taking my troops on a 'sweep'. We Kicked in the door to a house of one of the Jews that was hiding from us. We found him thanks to the neighbors next door. We stormed in and did a thorough sweep. We saw a younger girl with her mother in the corner and a bigger boy about 12 holding a small kitchen knife. We shot the boy, in case he actually tried to do something he would regret later. It wasn't a fatal shot. We were taking the whole house to a concentration camp anyways so even if we did kill him it would have been better. Now that I think about it... I shot the boy again and put him out of his misery. We found the dad being the coward that he was try to slip out the back. For trying to run he would definitely get punished. When we had the family in the truck with bags over their heads, people were in the street crying, knowing there was nothing they could do for the family. We drove them to our base and put the girls in a separate room away from the father.We took his close and my men had him hold his hands out while they peed on them. I told them to stop but I eventually just joined them. My men started to beat on him with their guns and and I hit him with my bitton again and again. When I returned home The people of my country cheered loudly, screaming my name. I was their hero of war. Hitler and I were saving Germany the Father land and making it a better place, a bigger place, where we are equil. Anyone not equal will be killed. Our flag was the one that not only myself and Hitler, but everyone would love and respect.

~~~Germany age 20~~~

I met with Mussolini today because Hitler wanted me to be friends with both north and south Italy however only North took a liking to me. South is just stupid. Actually now that I think, about it they are two halves to a whole idiot. I was suppose to train them to be stronger but North is just a wimp. South doesn't even try. He sits there and eats a tomato with his people. I think North likes me more than he is supposed to. He is constantly clinging to me and I wake up with him in my bed somehow, it is starting to freak me out. They say that war drives you closer together, but really?