USSR x Third Reich [2.0 OneShots]

♡✘† Unexpected Love †✘♡

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Okay. This is Alternate Universe. UwU Hope u Enjoy!

Song: The Knife in my Back

Singer: Alec Benjamin

Photo: Losing Interest - Nazi

Artist: ???

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"I am slowly learning that the things, you promised me..,"

"Are burning like the embers of a thousand willow trees."

"Hey! I made a flower crown, do you like it?"

Asked, the 6 year old girl who was holding a flower crown in front of the man. The man sniffed the flowers, a bit before pulling away in disgust. The girl just looked at him, innocently before making another one, for her friend.

"And, every single secret, has been broadcast like TV..,"

"Now all the threads, are severed that were, tying you to me."

"Hey, Mr. Dad said, you aren't real. Are you?"

Asked, the 8 year old girl, who is now growing up. Last time, they saw eachother was when he was just 6 year old making flower crowns for her and for him. The man didn't reply, as he stayed silent letting the girl think if he's real or not.

"I thought we, we're friends..,"

"But, now we're enemies."

"I thought we, we're friends..,"

"But, now we're enemies."

The little girl wasn't little, anymore, he noticed. It seems like days had passed, in a hurry. He didn't know how time, passed by so quickly and calendars, also. He looked at the teenage girl in front of him, laughing her heart out.

Oh, he wish he could be like one of her. He just wish..

"Pull your knife out of my back, your blood runs black..,"

"I was just surprised at how you, turn on me, so fast."

He watched the scene around him, change. As happy laughter turn into fearing screams. Those beautiful smiles were now an fake sympathetic smile. Those eyes that shown happiness, now replace with anger and sadness.

He watched the War go around, him. He was dead. What do you, expect for him, to do? He just watch the people scream, cry, shout, cry for help, running, shooting at the enemies, etc. The beautiful village was now destroyed.

Dead people laying on the ground. Hopeless and lifeless. Guts and Brains, blood scattered on the pale brown floor. Grey smoke filling the sky. Bombs landing once more, destroying the silence of the ground and the houses being explode.

He sigh, as his feet making 'squash' noises on the ground. He didn't bother to look at the guts he's stepping on as he continue walking. Then, he heard muffled cries on behind the burned trees. He walked, towards the burned oak tree and looked to see the teenage girl that he used to hang out with.