⚠️ Mentions of blood and gore ⚠️

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Rays of light filtered into the dark corridor, making shadows slowly dance on the walls. There wasn't any lights on, mostly because my brother didn't want to pay for electricity bills, saying it is a waste of money. Like if it was the reason we were on a economic crisis!

We both know what is the reason. He just wants to dismiss it, trying to ignore it and live like it's nothing. It makes my blood boil. I know exactly how to recover from this, but he doesn't wants to listen.

He's trying to order people around, making them feel 'better', saying that peace is the best option. But I know him. I already said this, and I'd say it again, he's incapable of ruling the country correctly. He's immature and fake, always trying to act like the person he isn't.

I was always better than him, smarter, stronger... Scarier. People had respect for me, they knew I was going to rule the country with an iron fist. They treated me like I was already their ruler while they acted with him like he was just a kid even if he was older than me. That proves I'm superior. So I had a plan: I would have persuaded him to give me the power, so I could rule the country perfectly, and he would still be treated like he was before, with fake respect and fake loyalty.

But that plan had drastically changed since that day...

I would always remember that night, the smoke and fire was in the sky, and we could almost distinct screams of suffering in the distance. My father was full of cuts and had blood splattered on him. Some was his while the others belonged to his enemies, but neither his or my attention were on these details.

They were stuck to the ground, not where my brother had fallen on his knees, shock and horror in his eyes, while his whole body was shaking. Neither on the standing France, that was also injured, too shocked to continue the fight with my father. No, I wasn't looking to them, not to these insignificant beings.

I was looking to the once full of life person that was lying on the burnt grass, blood flowing from their head, their eyes lifeless, but still holding back small remains of their beautiful and colourful (e/c) eyes. Their hair was now tainted of their own blood, trying without success to hide from us the seemingly hole in the back of their head, where they were shot at.

Their arms were stretched out, but they didn't hold any strength anymore, their hands who tried to push my brother out of the way were now on the ground, and they now looked like they were trying to reach for us, for me.

For the very first time of my entire life, I felt my eyes tingle and before I could understand anything, I felt drops of water rolling on my cheeks. It took me a few seconds to understand it was in fact tears. I was crying. My first and only tears at this day flowed for them. I didn't even cried when my father died, I was feeling weak and emotionally unstable but never have I cried at his loss like I had cried for theirs.

'Loss'... I had lost them... And because of what? No... Because of who??...

This excuse of a brother. He was the one leading to their death. He was the one responsible that I can't see their smiles anymore. He is the one responsible that I can't hear their laugh, their voice, everything... I hate him. I hate him! I HATE HIM! How dare he?! How dare he take them away from me?! Why didn't he die? Why did they saved him? He's worthless! He's not worthy of their attention, No one is! Only I! I'm the only one worthy! I'll show him... I'll show all of them!

My heart was now beating at an inhuman speed, my fists and teeth clutched. My eyes were burning with murderous intent. I ran into the corridors, forgetting any rules or manners that were forbidding me to do that. I didn't care, not the slightest. How dare I waiting so long before acting? He must pay now!

I didn't even looked at the rooms I passed, I know this mansion like the back of my hand, and I know exactly where to find him.

I bursted into the office, the door slapped open making my older brother Weimar jump. He looked at me with wide eyes.

-"Oh it's just you, Third Reich, you scared me!" He breathed out while I was just looking/glaring at him while shaking in anger before I started to smile a bit. ''Just me', huh?' does he not consider me as scary? Or potentially dangerous? Naive boy~. He was spooked out by my actions but tried to hide it.

-"S-So... Why are you here?" He asked me, sweat on his forehead. 'Such a coward.' And he was the one supposed to rule the country?

-"If it's for suggesting another time your 'plan' I'll have to ask you to get out. We have to obey the treaty, and I can't risk the lives of our people." He frowned, I just smiled wider, showing my pointy teeth. 'How strange... The more he speaks, the more I want to kill him.' Now he was definitely scared of me, and was trying hard to not shake.

-"What... What's wrong Third Reich? Why are you acting like that?" He asked or more whimpered. I went to his desk with cold and heavy steps. He looked up at me in worry. Without saying a word I grabbed the top of his head harshly to make him raise his head towards me, hurting him. (Purposely) (it's like he pulled his hair but he doesn't have any so yeah)

-"Stop Third Reich, it hurts!" He said with some tears in the corner of his eyes. I didn't care. No, I want to hurt him but I want to see his blood, I don't care if he has a little headache, I want to kill him!

-"What's wrong? You know very well what's wrong, Weimar." I said to him, if it was possible, my voice became colder than usual.

-"If you talk about the country's situation, I swear I'm doing the best that I can! We just need time to-"

-"It's not a matter of time. Weimar. If it was me, the country would have already recovered of most of the damages of the Great War, it's the problem of who rules the country." I said, trying to calm me down to not smash his head onto the desk until I see it bleed, such a tempting idea!

-"So that's what you want to do?! Take over the country? Just do it, you think about it since we were born! Take the power from me, go ahead!" He exclaimed, his tearing eyes looking angrily at me. I continued to stare at his soul, my eyes still cold as ever. After a few seconds I gave up and smashed his head on the desk. Once. For now. I raised his head, he was stunned for a moment, before realising what happened when his nose started bleed out. He was likely to restart speaking before I cut him off.

-"Weimar. You think this is only about that? You think I spent my whole childhood thinking about how to... Eliminate you to take over? Well no. I didn't. I never loved you. But... you were my brother so I couldn't push myself to hurt you badly or killing you in any way."

I said before tightening my grip on his head, he just whimpered again. When he dared to look at me, he was met by my look full of hate.

-"But it changed. It changed and you know why?" I breathed out, trying to keep my composition and not to break nor to kill this... Murderer.

-"Do you remember (Y/N), Weimar?" I asked him, he froze. I could almost feel him starting to tear up again, when will he stop?

-"I... I..." He tried to speak but failed.

-"I'm sure you do. After all, you were so happy when being with them." I said, the words leaving an unpleasant feeling on my tongue.

-"You were so close and you were even jealous of me at times." I tightened my grip once again, not bothering to see his suffering state.

-"So I wonder, why did you kill them?" I asked, my voice dangerously low. He seemed to react at my question.

-"I... I didn't! I didn't kill them! It's France who shot the bullet! It's-"

-"It's still your fault. If you had died back there, they would still be alive. If you had moved out the way, they would still be alive but you didn't do nothing! You just acted like the coward you were and they took the price!" I exclaimed, feeling all the rage coming back.

-"You killed the only person I ever loved! Do you realise that!? I'm going to kill you! I'm going to make you suffer the most painful and slowest death! You heard me?! I hate you!' I yelled, ready to stab him in multiple pieces when I realized something. I don't have a weapon. I didn't make a turn to the kitchen to pick a knife so I am empty-handed.

A minute passed when I started to smile. How delightful! Who needs a weapon anyway when we have our own hands? It might take a while and it'll cost my clothes but it'll be worth it. How am I going to do this? Rip all his limbs? His eyeballs? One thing is clear, he'll bleed a lot.

I let go of his head, making him turn weakly his head towards me, worried about what I would do.

-"...Third Reich?" He asked.

-"What are you-" his eyes widened when he saw my expression. For what it seemed the only time in his life, he finally used his brain and understood what I was about to do. He fell off his chair and backed away, his hands in front of him.

-"Go... Go away! Third Reich..., What are you doing?! Stay back! It's-" He stopped speaking and a shadow passed on his face when his back felt the wall behind him. I walked slowly towards him. He was too scared to move, I smiled with all of my teeth wondering how I'll start my little game.

-"It's been long since we haven't played together, right brother?" I asked, still walking towards him. His eyes held a pure look of horror, not wanting to know what happens next.

I kneeled next to him, and looked at him in the eyes, I didn't bother to close the door, after all, it's not like anyone could hear us. Well, anyone who could hear us and do something at least.

-"Let's start, shall we?" I said, eyes closed. Weimar was fully shaking now, and the only thought that crossed his mind at this instance was an apology. An apology who couldn't do anything now...

'I'm sorry (Y/N).'

Berlin was standing in one of the corridors, back to the wall. He was desperately trying to cover his ears but to no avail: he could still hear Weimar's screams and calls of help like he was standing right next to him. A tear rolled down his cheek. Why couldn't he do anything about it? He knew exactly what was happening but he couldn't interfere. He's only a capital, only the countries can decide of the future of the world and Third Reich had decided to take over his brother now.. in the most gruesome way possible.

He sighed before walking away in the corridor, trying to back away from the screams of the former leader of the country. He tried to think about chores that the maids couldn't do. He thought an instant before he went to do laundry.

He had a feeling that Third Reich could use some clean clothes after doing such a 'mess'.