"I noticed you earlier."
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"You have an extraordinary impact on others. But I think you are certainly aware of that."
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"Germans and Slavs are quite similar in their customs and traditions, don't you see it that way? Doesn't that make us all connected in some way?"
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"You don't look like your father at all."
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"I can see how much pride is in the heart of your chest. You're so energetic compared to others."
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"I don't understand how such a handsome man with such grandiose views can stand in the shadow of his father. That is incomprehensible to me."
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"It's not up to me to judge, but there are times when everyone is thirsty for change."
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"The old people have long had their day. I know that you see it the same way."
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"You are special."
"You are unique."
"You are the future."
"It should be like this. It is destiny."
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Sweet words.
Dangerous words.
Words that Soviet had always wanted to hear.
With every word he became more dependent.
Sweet, dangerous words.
They had made him do it.
And he had enjoyed every second.
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(physical violence / gore)
"You have to decide for yourself. It's your father."
Soviet inhaled and exhaled deeply. The fire iron was heavy in his hand while the red puddle continued to spread under his shoes. He had exhausted himself and could not help but smile. He felt so superior and so alive.
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Countyhumans | Astrantia English Version (RusGer)
FanfictionThe love between Russia and Germany is blooming softly in a very dangerous time. Before this roots of love can spread, they are torn apart by war. But doesn't love last forever once it has been formed?