ЦАРЬ KAISER - A Race to Conquer (Countryhumans)

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You may have been wondering why there isn't a flag above. This POV is Third Reich's.  I really don't think it's a good idea to paste the flag there, so every time there is this black/white square, it means that it is Third Reich's POV. 

Thank you.

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I was surprised that father wanted us to spy for him. He was usually a man who liked to have his own hands do the work. He loathed giving us responsibility because he knew we'd never get the job done. He even mistrusted Weimar's judgement, which was a bit sad, considering he was 'daddy's baby boy' who would do anything. That's why I was surprised to see him come to me with counsel. 

I was sitting on the balcony, watching the sky and fields, sliding my tongue over the plaque stuck to my teeth. It was a little cold, and I wished I had brought warmer clothing with me. Unfortunately, I usually throw together all my things five minutes before I need to go out. On the table next to me, I had a cup of hibiscus tea and cut lemons. After a few minutes, I went inside and dragged a blanket outside with me. 

I didn't think too much about Father's command. It would fail anyway, so I would make up stuff and give him information made on the whim in my mind.  I could blame vague details on memory loss and concentration deficit, which were problems that I genuinely faced in my middle-aged life. 

Weimar on the other hand was genuinely distressed by Father's predicament. He spent time going up to ten flights of stairs, finding my remote room, unlocking my door, and making his way to my balcony to speak with me. He sat down next to me, smiling stupidly, waiting for me to look his way. 

Instead, I kept watching the fields. 

After thirty minutes (I counted) he finally spoke. "Are you finished?" he asked, brushing his hand over my back.

I snapped out of my trance. "No. Give me another hour," I smiled.

He tried to look passive instead of annoyed. "Listen Drittes, this is important."

"I'm sure it is," I whistled. "But not to me." I was more interested in what was for dinner than my father's friendship issues. 

"Father's worries are our worries," he said annoyingly. "therefore, we are obligated to help."

"I am not obligated to do anything," I kept on singing. "I can do anything I want."

"Drittes-,"

"Weimar," I mimicked.

"What concerns father, concerns us," he snapped, grabbing my shoulders. "Understand?"

I peeled his hands off. "Yes, yes. I understand. I'm not stupid, you know."

He shook his head. "Sometimes I doubt you, though."

"Everyone does," I traced a cloud with my finger. 

"What you could do is help Father," he suggested. "And gain his trust."

"Ugh, the trust thing again," I groaned. "Will you stop pretending? Just admit it, you don't trust me. My son doesn't even trust me. Why would anyone trust me, ever?"

"You could start fixing that,"

"Yeah, that's too much work." I dipped the lemon into the tea further.

"It's not anyone's fault then, that you're too lazy."

I turned to face him so quickly that my tea almost fell off the little table. Much of it splashed around, staining the white tablecloth a deep red. "Listen, what do you get out of this?"