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Warning: Note the Rating: This chapter contains descriptions of Nazi Death Camps.

"My God." He whispered as they stepped through the steel gates. He stared unashamedly, it was almost impossible not to. There were offices, a clinic, gas chambers, ovens, and row upon row of barracks. But the thing that was hardest not to stare at was the people coming out of the barracks; if they could still be called people. They looked like walking corpses. Everyone was thin and bony, sporting bruises, cuts, or burns. But the thing that was the most unnerving was the look in their eyes as they watched the soldiers; hungry, desperate, and wary. A caged animal's look.

One man was coughing, rough, throat-tearing coughs. He held out his canteen to the man who looked at it as if it might bite him. Then he grabbed it and began to drink, slowly at first, then faster and faster. When he finally lowered it and passed it back, Alfred could tell that it was less than half full. The man's coughing fit ceased and he smiled wanly, as if he had to remember how. Another man came forward and gestured at his canteen. He watched as the second man drank greedily.

"Men", he called "Pass your canteens around to these people, and share your rations too. O'Donell."

"Sir!"

"Radio back that we'll need extra rations and water for these prisoners, and medics and nurses too. Make sure they contact the Red Cross."

"Yes sir."

"Simons" he called and he walked through the prisoners. The medic appeared at his elbow.

"Sir."

"Let's set up in the clinic so you can start examining some of these people. Is there anything we should take into consideration besides food?"

"Yes. Be careful they don't eat it too fast or their going to puke it up."

"Alright, better get started." Simons hurried off.

Alfred directed his men to follow Simons and organize the prisoners into order to receive some food and medical attention. He watched as more and more prisoners emerged from the barracks and went to join the line to receive food. All were emancipated and worn but some were beginning to smile. He was about to join his men in distributing food when something caught his eye. He turned; emerging from one barrack was a white haired man, just as emancipated as the rest of them. He clung to the door way and looked around through squinted eyes. When he caught sight of Alfred, the closest to him, he started then staggered forwards.

"Wes…" he gasped. Then he tripped falling face first. Alfred ran to the man's side and knelt down.

"Easy old man." He said softly and helped the man to turn over and sit up. The man rubbed his face and mumbled in German.

"Möchten Sie etwas zu essen, wie?" Alfred said slowly. His German was good but not great. The man stopped rubbing his face and looked up, his red eyes blinking in surprise. Alfred felt a stab of recognition and a chill ran down his back.

"Wer sind Sie?" asked the man; who he realized was not so old, in appearance anyway.

"Mein Name ist Alfred F. Jones."

"Amerika?"

"Ja."

"Gilbert Beilschmidt, Königreich Preußen."

Alfred swallowed, " Wie fühlst du dich?"

Gilbert laughed a dry, wheezing laugh. "Ich fühle mich wie Scheiße. Aber ich möchte etwas zu essen, und Informationen." He tried to stand and Alfred helped him up. It was way too easy, even for a hero. The ex-nation leaned on him as they walked, or in Gilbert's case limped, to the clinic. Alfred saw Gilbert placed under the careful eye of Simons before he left to go radio England. As he left all he could think was His brother, he'd do this to his own brother.

Yes, I went there. This was inspired by "Confessions of a Nation: Prussia" by raecat. I kinda took her idea that Prussia came to represent the Holocaust and ran with it. More will come, like Hiroshima and Nagasaki guilt.
Please review and let me know what you think.

1 German: "Would you like some food?"

2 German: "Who are you?"

3 German: "My name is Alfred F. Jones."

4 German: "Kingdom of Prussia

5 German: "How do you feel?"

6 German: "I feel like shit. But I would like some food, and information."