April 11, 1945. 3:15 P.M.
Etter Mountain. Weimar, Germany. Buchenwald concentration camp.
“This is too much… those sons of bitches…!”
Alfred nodded. He didn’t need to turn to know Kirkland was beside him, looking with horror at the pile of bodies. Their faces were drawn with pain and starvation, bony limbs were twisted in unnatural directions (
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((God I love that lullaby XD))
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And I love the point of views you write, they're very beautiful ^^
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Thank you, I was hoping they didn't come out as clichéd in most cases, especifically during the concentration camp part...
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Yes yes!! I love it to bits as well! God, I've shown it to so many classmates and even to my History teacher. Spread the Polyushka Polye love, yes?
Thank you thank you thank you ^v^!
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I love the POV of your fic (I'm not even Alfred fan), and the way the characters were normal human, as opposed to, well... nations. Your fic is beautiful ;_;
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First, let me thank you for coping with this one, even if it was mostly Alfred-centred! That makes me happy!
Well, the whole "human" idea came because this was originally a sketch for a speech I had to give on the USA's role during WWII so the nations worked better that way, also introducing them as a representatives of each army was easier that way.
Thank you, love! Really! *hug*
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