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 "Germany~ Germany~ Will you hold my hand?" The man stared at the brunet next to him as if he had just uttered a declaration of World War III. "Hold your…hand?" "Mmhmm! Just until we get home, please~?" Big brown eye stared up at him expectantly, a surge of fidgets seemingly overtaking the Italian. "Please, please, please, please, Germany?" The pair stood outside one of the nicest Italian restaurants that could be found in Berlin (chosen on the Italian's request--he really could never get enough pasta), the sun setting on their Valentine's Day. Which, the German noted with a bit of relief, had been much more successful than the la

Warning for MATURE CONTENT in Violence/Reference to the Hollocaust. The look in his eyes. The look of power, lust, hatred. I watch it contort into a wicked smile as another herd of prisoners were shoved into the grey blocks. I hated it, hated standing here in the ashes of the dead watching as more were sent. At least they didn't know they were going to die for, the pain of watching those who know their deaths are coming would be worse by a hundred fold. I let my expression remain blank as the screams came, echoing around the whole camp. The thick black smoke wisped up from the furnace. I didn't let myself flinch, didn't let my features tw