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7 | germans like drawing bro

🇩🇪: male
🇷🇺: male
angst >:3
⚠️ third reich/weimar republic, german empire, child abuse, ww2 ⚠️
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    he made a tsk sound.
    "jesus," the sigh came out louder than he had expected. the knocking wouldn't stop, the hard wood being hit far too many times for it to be pleasant for the man. "komm rein (come in)," he ordered, annoyed.
    a little boy walked in, looking down nervously and holding something behind his back.
    "hallo, Deutschland."
    "Guten Tag, Vater," he stuttered.
    "was willst du (what do you want)?" the boy stammered, annoying his father even more. "sprich fließend, mein Sohn. ich verstehe dich nicht. (speak fluently, my son. i do not understand you,)"
     "kann ich dir eine Zeichnung zeigen, die ich gemacht habe (can i show you a drawing that i made)?" the small country gulped, fearing his father's reaction. he hoped that by showing him his drawing, he would be happy about their shared interest of art. unfortunately for him, the third reich was unpredictable.
    the man sighed and held out his gloved arm , where he recieved his son's drawing.

    it was identical to his.
    no, no. there's no way he could have known.
    no—

   
   

    his small hands traced over the pencil, memorizing the shape of his creation. there was one more thing he needed; color. he was young. he couldn't have known that the world was all black and white. how would he have known?
    he pulled out red crayon. the wax gently touched the paper and glided against it's surface, painting the shapes of his family. red, white, black, and yellow. that's all that the weimar republic needed. the yellow was there, only for him. weimar was the only one in the family with that bright sunny color.
     he was young. he was still innocent. it was long before any wars, before he became the third reich. no, he was still just little weimar.
     he lifted the paper, inspecting it, before he decided it was ready. he opened the door to his room before galloping happily to his father's office.

   "Vater! ich hab ein Geschenk (father! i have a present)," the boy announced before proudly handing his work to the german empire. his face was still plain. emotionless and lifeless.
    the child's smile faltered, realizing his father was not pleased. he didn't understand. he just drew himself and the empire together, like a family.
  
    the slap stayed sound in his ears. his cheek burned, the red mark of a hand still showing. his lip quivered as his eyes threatened to shed tears. he didn't dare look back up at the man he called his father.
    he didn't understand what he did wrong.

    "you are the next reich, weimar. to rule a country you must be feirce and ruthless. drawing shows weakness. you may not show weakness. you have to stop being weimar, and start being the third reich."

    his words hit like a stab in the neck. they hurt more than the slap. they grinded their way into his heart, staying there and leaving the memory forever stuck in his head. the drawing layed on the floor, forgotten in the midst of the tense silence.
   however the drawing could never be forgotten.

   "get out." he snarled, getting up from his chair.
   "w-was?" germany stuttered, confused. he expected his father to be happy from this, not mad.
   "you heard me, Deutschland. out."
   the third reich was dangerous when he was mad. germany somehow loved him nevertheless, but it scared him. he knew that he would get in serious trouble if he didn't follow his orders. the older country was already giving him that glare that only he could muster. the glare that shot at you like a million knifes, his entire focus on you, his hat shadowing his face, said face showing no expressions.
    the boy stumbled out of his father's room, closing the door behind him as he ran off.

    the nazi leaned down and picked up the drawing. germany and reich, being a family.
    it was too similar. he had to get rid of it.

    meanwhile, his son was back in his own room, holding back tears, and opening his window, planning to sneak out and visit the only person he still trusted. his window was not very high from the ground, making it easier for the country to jump down and run.
    as soon as his feet hit the grass, he started sprinting, not bothering to look back. he ran and he ran and he ran. his destination was far, but he needed to go there.

    he finally arrived at the meadow. the sun was already setting and the flowers were duller than usual. however, he did not come here for sight seeing. he was looking for his friend. a certain russian who he knew was in this meadow almost every day.
    "Германия?" a voice suddenly called from behind him, scaring him and making him jump. the same voice giggled, the german instantly recognizing his best friend's laugh. he turned around and looked at him for half a second before embracing him in a tight hug, making the both fall over onto the grass. they laughed, mostly happy that they could see each other again.
    "hey russ,"
    "what's wrong?" russia always knew when something was up, and although he always acted blank and emotionless, germany knew that he was just a big baby.
    "vater...."
    "again??"
    it was not the first time that his father had done him wrong. it wasn't only his father too, it was also his companian's father. the both had a tough relationship with their families, and they knew how it felt, so they were always there for each other.

    germany told him the story as russia listened intently, thinking hard.
    "fucking bitch. i don't know what to tell you ger. he's a dick." he blurted.
    germany giggled. "russ, you're 10 years old. i don't think you should be swearing so much,"
    "ger, you're 9 years old. i don't think your father should be treating you this way," he fake mocked.
     the german sighed in response, placing his face in his hands before groaning in frustration.

     "one day we'll get out of here." germany stated, finally. "one day we'll leave this rotten place with it's rotten people and go together to the moon,"
    "we sure as fuck will," the other spitted on his hand before reaching it out for his friend to shake it.
    "that's gross, russia,"
    they both laughed, enjoying each other's company and joking about things that children of their age should not be joking about.
     by the time the sun had set completely, leaving the pair in the dark, they were laying down on the grass, their heads touching, yet facing the opposite direction.
     "you promise that we'll go to the moon one day?" germany whispered.
    "i promise,"

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i'm so so sorry i've been dead, my bf just broke up with me and i have to deal with all the load of hw my teachers give us now so i didn't really have the time or energy to write sorryyy
i was kinda making this plot up as i go, so i have no idea how it is 😂
idk how to write endings help
hope y'all like it tho
have a great rest of your day, ily all 💗💗