Two years into WWII
"Heil Hitler!" A dozen or so male voices pierced the before quiet room. You watched as they stood their red emblem clad arm out in salute. All around you where women, dressed fancy with their gloves and silk gowns. Of course you weren't much different. In fact you were almost the same.
You had a long, fitting red dress on, with white gloves and your hair was done beautifully by your head maid.
Currently you were at a party for higher ranking Nazi's. Most of them knew the Führer. Including your own boyfriend, Gilbert Beilschmidt.
Gilbert was a very handsome man, with pale features. Pale skin, pale hair but crimson eyes that made you have chills down your spine whenever you looked at them.
He was a wonderful person, maybe his ego was too high sometimes but he was very caring and fun. But lately, well, he'd changed. Ever since that start of the war, he had grown colder.
"Heil Hitler!" The women repeated joyously. You muttered it a little half heartedly. But when you caught your boyfriends eye he gave you a happy smile, which you couldn't help but return.
After one of the soldiers gave a speech about cleansing the world from evil, and making it pure. The music began to play, A pianist sat in the corner, beautiful sounds arose. Though they were ruined by whispers around you. "Did you hear about the Jews?" "No enlighten me!" "Yesterday we gassed ten units!" "Ten less units to worry about!"
You couldn't help scowling in disgust, they were people too, not rats. And what the tabloids were saying about them trying to take Germany over, was utterly untrue. They had never done anything, what gave Hitler the right to kill them? It made you sick just to think about it. But no one knew not even Gilbert, you'd surely be executed without a thought for your opinion. You had heard about what happened to the resistance group that had been caught from Gilbert. Speaking of Gilbert, you knew where his thoughts stood on the matter. He trusted Hitler and even if you casually brought up the manner of it being wrong, he'd scowl and leap to the man's defence.
More and more whispers arose until you couldn't take it anymore. You walked over to Gil. If you had been at home, then it would have stormed.. But you were in public and even you knew that you had to walk gracefully and elegant. He was chatting with his brother, Ludwig. And some other of his friends. "Gil." You said, poking him to gain the Albino's attention. He looked over at you mildly surprised. "[Name] why are you not socializing with the other women?"
You didn't want to offend anyone by dissing their girlfriends, or even wives. So you shrugged. "I wanted to come say hi." You responded innocently and tactfully. He looked at you with suspicion before brightening up. "Awesome, you can join us we qwere just talking abo-" He stopped, his fellow soldiers glared daggers at him. He swallowed and turned to you again. "Sorry [Name] We are talking about important business, I'll see you later. Ich liebe dich." "Ich liebe dich" You repeated mournfully as he pecked you on the cheek before turned you around. You headed towards the group of women you at least could stand. They spoke of men, not affairs of war.
Even so, you felt as if you were the only one in the room. Maybe the entire country. Nobody understood you, you were an outcast. After awhile the party was getting to you more and more. Until you burst. "Excuse me, I must head home now." You announced abruptly. Earning surprised looks, "But the party is only just starting!" A annoying wife named Gretel pipped up. "I'm terribly sorry, but I hope we can see each other sometime soon and catch up on the latest gossip." Was the girliest thing you could manage.
It pleased her though, "I would like that." She paused, "Heil Hitler." She suddenly said, sticking out a arm. You sighed, that was the new hello, the new good-bye, the new everything.
"Heil Hitler." You repeated, doing the salut before turning and weaving your way around the crowd towards the only visible door. Luckily your house was next door as the hosts of the party were your neighbours.
You didn't worry about Gil though, he would come home when he was ready.
Or apparently he was already home, as you walked up the front steps of your huge house you heard two voices. The genders were unidentifiable at the time, but one was definitely higher then the other. Not wanting to intrude and embarrass Gilbert you quietly opened the door and slipped in.
Like a good girlfriend of a high ranking soldier you should have just went upstairs and minded your own business as the affairs of men had nothing to do with you. But.... you preferred to live a little out of the lines.
You slipped off your heeled shoes and slunk through the house, it was easy because of the stockings you were wearing. They made you slide over the floor silently.
Every second you got closer to voices until you stopped at your living room and peeked around the archway that was the main entry way into. HUH?
You could see Gilbert on the couch with a pretty, no BEAUTIFUL blonde with blue eyes. The perfect image of what a woman should be according to Hitler. You scowled.
Not only were the together suspiciously on the couch, but she was leaning in and giving Gilbert butterfly kisses. You expected him to pull away, but he didn't. He simply sat there until he grabbed her head and shoved her lips against his.
Things were getting out of control as they began exploring each other with their hands. That's when you realized you needed to step in.
But you wouldn't be the classic rampaging girl... no you would make him feel guilty.
"Oh Gilbert hello." You said pleasantly, walking in and plopping down on a seat a little in front of the couch. He looked up in shock and the girl looked up boredly.
"Who's your friend? Nice to meet you I'm [Name]." You said sticking your hand out, she took it and shook it softly. Like she was confused. Gilbert adjusted his uniform, especially his emblem band and coughed. "Uh, you're home earlier then anticipated." He started, sounding guilty. "Oh I can see it was anticipated what time I'd return." You smiled and shrugged.
"Oh well, you guys continue. I'll go upstairs and get ready for bed." You waved perkily and walked out.
When you were out of sight though, you broke down and ran upstairs. When you reached yours and Gilbert's room you slammed the door and looked around. A large third reich flag was hung above your bed. That had to go.
You ran up and ripped it down. It floated down slowly, you spat on it for effect and then plopped down on the bed. You crossed your arms and felt the tears stop flowing. You needed to figure out what to do now...
You head footsteps coming up the stairs, and the door slowly open. You looked down knowing who it was. "Oh hey you're back did you have fun?" You tried to sound bubbly.
The first thing he noticed was the flag torn down, he was shocked but would get to that later.
"I'm sorry-" He started, you chuckled. He was confused but tried to laugh along. "Kesesesesese." His signature laugh joined with yours. But you shook your head and he realized you weren't chuckling for joyous reasons. He stopped, and took off his hat. Placing it down on the nightstand as he walked beside you and sat down.
"I don't know why." He started. But you cut him off. "I'd prefer not to know." You shrugged him off, as he put a lazy arm around you. He looked hurt, "Come on, wheres my awesome girl?"
You gave him a sharp glare, "Which one? The one you were making out with on our couch?"
He dropped his head, "No... she's gone. She was the daughter of a higher ranking officer then me... and well, she'd give me a good word to her father if we... y'know."
If possible your hair would've started to burn, or become snakes and you would've snapped his neck. But you knew full well he couldn't die. And it pained you to think of him living on as you slowly aged and then died. You knew he would eventually love another, and another after that until... someday he would diminish. Cease to exist.
"So you cheat on me, to get a good word into your boss!?" You screeched, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at his head. He looked stunned, "Liebe. You should understand."
"Go to hell." You muttered.
"Pardon me?" He repeated coldly. Every minute becoming more and more angered.
"You heard me you god damned evil man." You hissed, now he looked shocked as well mad "What?"
"You kill innocent people, for no reason. What have they done to you? To this world? You're evil, all of our kind is." You screamed, but immediately regretted it as he stared at you with a emotionless expression.
"What we do is for the better, we are cleansing the world and making it better, making it pure!" As he said that you narrowed your eyes, "You're just repeating what you heard. You're under to much influence Prussia, make a decision on your own for once."
He was surprised you didn't call him Gilbert, and a little disturbed. "You are the one that has changed, not me [Name]." He growled, his red eyes turning dark. "If I was in my right mind I would turn you in..." You felt your heart breaking as he spoke, but then you hear his voice break. "But- I can't. I love you."
You turned to him, your eyes filled with tears. "I love you too Gil." After a moment of staring into his red eyes and him staring to your [E/C] ones, you leaned in a pressed your lips against his. He froze before melting into the kiss. The Prussia gently took of the jacket to his uniform and pushed your down onto the bed, where he cupped your chin and proceeded to kiss you deeper.
You two lay naked, beside each other. Gilbert had his arms around you and was hugging you tightly. Both of you were still panting heavily.
"You-you can pull Prussia from the Axis forces." You whispered, he sighed. "Then we would be at war with Germany, and he's my brother..." You felt sad as he trailed off. "I just don't know anymore." He whispered. You kiss him lightly, "As long as I'm with you it doesn't matter where we are, or who our allies are. I'll be happy." It seemed to comfort him, but it wasn't entirely true.
You didn't like being Allies with Germany, nor the extermination of the Jews. But he knew that and there was no point in pressing him. He would decide soon enough. Or so you thought.
"Pull Prussia from the Axis?" A low voice muttered, you looked up shocked to see Ludwig. "LUDWIG!" You screeched jumping up, but keeping the blankets safely around you. Beside you Gilbert sat and wrapped his arms protectively around your shoulders. "Speak not a word of this brother." He warned, Ludwig simply looked at the two of you and turned away. Disappearing into the shadows.
But he had told, it was his duty to. No matter how much it pained him.
The rain was pouring down, the meadow in which you stood was empty expect for three Nazi soldiers plus Ludwig and Gilbert.
Ludwig looked stern but you caught a glimpse of guilt in his blue eyes. Meanwhile Gilbert was on his knees crying out. Two of the soldiers holding him down so he couldn't get to you, while the other one held a gun to your head.
This was your execution, your punishment for disagreeing with the Führer, but mostly for suggesting and almost convincing Prussia to pull out.
Gilbert, not being able to die as a mortal would, was forced to watch. If he closed his eyes, they would be pulled open again, and if he refused to look at you. They threatened him with giving you a much more longer and painful death. You had tears falling lightly down your cheeks as you watched him, crying out, struggling, yelling curses at his brother. Finally the man with the gun told you to say your last words.
You looked at him with a pained expression, but a loving one. "Ich liebe dich." You whispered, he looked back at you "Ich liebe dich." He replied, you blew a kiss before hearing a gunshot and one last scream from Gilbert. The world went black and you fell to the ground.