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Sitting in a field of daisies, two brothers played. They were four and six. The older brother had dirty blonde hair and green eyes. The other had light blonde hair with the same eyes.

"Gunter?" the younger asked.

"Yes?" Gunter replied.

"You'll never leave, will you?" Felik's murmured.

"Ha!" Gunter laughed. "Of course not, you're my little brother, Feliks."

"Good," Feliks smiled as he grabbed his brother's arm and closed his eyes. Soon his breathing slowed into tiny whimpering sighs. Gunter lightly patted his brother's head.

Gunter woke with a start. A loud pounding came from his door. He could also hear people shouting, in German and Russian. "Gunter!"

He recognized his neighbor, Gilbert's voice. He quickly ran from his bed and opened the door. "What?" Gunter asked, trying to look casual in his t-shirt and sweatpants.

"Come," Gilbert's tone was somber as he grabbed Gunter's wrist and dragged him into the cold, crisp air. Gilbert gestured to a crowd of soldiers and people. The crowd was shoved back as a house fell from in front of them. Children started screaming as soldiers pushed people back.

"What's happening?" Gunter questioned, his mind had fallen blank. "The Soviet's don't want us to leave, they're making a border," was Gilbert's cold response. "W-why?" Gunter stuttered.

"Is money a good answer?" Gilbert growled.

Gunter only curtly nodded, suddenly all he could process or think of was anger. His brother must be on the other side of the soldiers.

"He must be terrified," Gunter whispered as he kneeled on the ground. Gilbert hunched down beside his friend.

"It's fine."

"No it's not!" Gunter howled, making a few people turn to look at him.

"Calm down, Gunter. People are going to think you're insane. I'm sure there's a way to get across," Gilbert suggested as he stood back up.

"Then why build a wall?" Gunter sighed, "I wish it was to keep the Soviets out."

"We all do," a lady about Gilbert's age walked up. Gunter just coldly turned away.

"I heard you two discussing the wall," she gave a weak smile.

"I'm Annie by the way," she seemed to be the only one smiling. This fact made Gunter shy away from her. At this point he had slouched down completely onto the ground.

"Gunter, you can't mope around," Gilbert hissed as he grabbed his friends arm.

"Sorry, he's not usually like this," Gilbert quickly turned to Annie and gave her a quick smile which ended looking like a smirk. "My name's Gilbert. He's Gunter."

"Are you two brothers?" Annie inquired. This made Gunter's body melt. He looked like a kicked puppy.

"Uh-," Gilbert snickered awkwardly, "No... but we've known each other sense we were ten."

"I see," Annie half-heartedly said. "My parents are on the other side of the wall. Along with my dog," Annie shrugged. The air was starting to get coated with dust and Russian shouts. Another building collapsed, it sounded like hundreds of lightning bolts striking one place. The sound made the three's ears ring.

"My little brother is in West Germany," Gunter sighed loudly as he stood up and walked away. His feet really favored the pull of gravity as he shuffled away.

"You wanna come over for breakfast?" Gunter's voice was hoarse as he tried to fight back tears. He wanted to pretend everything would go back to normal. That after eating he'd feel better.