Author's note: I am dealing with a very sensitive subject, the Nazi's committed genocide against millions of people and did unspeakable horrors to millions other. Many of the main characters in this story are going to be Nazi's and I'm going to try and portray their world view as best I can. Obviously I don't believe in anything these chapters say, and I will include trigger warnings as appropriate. I don't personally like it when stories have torture or really graphic scenes, especially when your dealing with very real people so there will be no gore in this story, but a lot of the more horrific acts will be implied and talked about. We will be dealing with politics's. I will try to be fair. I will try to be unbiased, but Trump and his movement will be talked about and will not be treated kindly.
Trigger warnings: Racism, Homophobia
New York City, February 16, 2016
The man was a Nazi. Proudly. Shamelessly. He did his job and his work without any guilt, without any doubt. He didn't do it for the money or for personal gratification, he was a true believer. He was genuine in his love for his ideology. It's why he, out of thousands of potential candidates, was chosen for this job. It was a very dangerous job, one that would take years away from his life, and would potentially kill him, but he did it with pride and very little fear. He would gladly sacrifice his life if his commanding officer asked him too. Sadly his commanding officer didn't need him to. What his commanding officer, nation, his people required the man to sacrifice was something far, far greater.
The man ordered a cheeseburger, some fries, and a drink. He was polite and soft spoken to the black teenager behind the register who handed him his food and he paid with dollar bills. He was tall, six foot four, towering over everyone else in the restaurant, but you wouldn't notice it by the way he slouched over and hid beneath his hoodie. It was almost like he was trying to hide away from the world, something any painfully shy introvert could sympathize with. His blonde hair was long, tangled up in an awkward ponytail. The man preferred it shaved close to his head, a habit most army men could never get rid of, but that was obviously not a very popular hairstyle right now. One of the worst mistakes a spy could make was drawing attention to himself. The man spoke with a slight Russian accent, exaggerating his R's and E's. He did speak Russian, along with English, German, French, and a splattering of Italian he picked up on a mission there, but that was not his original accent.
He was from St Petersburg, a very beautiful city after it was freed from the communist taint and the center of control for the Reichskommissariat Moskowien. The capital was originally Moscow, but most of the German colonists that came to settle in Russia came in through St. Petersburg so the decision to switch capitals was made in the sixties. It was a German city through and through, decades of occupation had ground the native Russian's to dust. The only pieces of Russian culture that survived were the popularity of a couple plays and certain classical music pieces in the opera houses, and the architecture of the city that was meticulously preserved. The garish concrete monstrosities the Soviets built were ripped apart of course, but the old castles and French inspired palaces were very popular tourist attractions. The Fuhrer took great pride in preserving history. The real history, not the Soviet and Jewish manipulations the man had to sit through when he immigrated into this filthy country.
He had to hide his distaste when he smelled marijuana near the bathroom. Smoking was a filthy habit, he sent a prayer to the Fuhrer, one of hundreds daily, as thanks for helping to eliminate that problem. He sat down in a corner near the window where he could watch the protest going on outside by himself. The protesters were proudly waving rainbow flags like they were war banners, and to these people they probably were. There were calls for war on day one of the merge as people were calling it. It didn't matter that Germany had nukes. That they had an army a couple hundred thousand strong with many millions in reserve. An army that was incredibly well trained, experienced, and equipped. The man chuckled. General Plan Ost, what a shit show. The American's would be surprised to hear him say that. The common assumption they made, and one of many, many mistakes they made, was that the Nazi's were unthinking robots following orders. Not intelligent, experienced, motivated people willing to learn from their mistakes. Generalplan Ost was a shit show. It took decades of work, billions of marks, and tens of thousands of German casualties, but it was done. More importantly, those decades of experience meant that the German army never got weak. They never got decadent like the American's, losing a war against goat farmers and dependent on overwhelming air coverage.
You had to look on the bright side in this strange new world. If you didn't it would drive you crazy. It was an age old question wasn't it? What would the world look like if the Allies had won world war two? The Nazi looked out over New York city, at it's overwhelming poverty and suffering, spray painted over with enough debauchery to make a Roman senator blush. The Jews didn't even bother hiding their disdain for America. This country, these people, sacrificed so many lives in Normandy and Monte Cassino, saving the Jews worthless lives and yet… The man glanced over at the TV, less than a few inches thick and with much better quality video than the one he owned, where one of those rats was openly talking about how this country was founded upon white supremacy and how those ideals needed to be destroyed for the safety of the world. The Nazi squashed the pity he felt. These Americans were brainwashed with decades of propaganda to the point of self hatred. How could they sit here and watch that, and not feel angry. How could you watch someone disrespect your culture, openly talk about replacing it, and feel nothing. These Americans didn't have a culture or an identity. They weren't allowed too. They weren't allowed to ask questions or fight back. They had to sit here and watch as the people they saved spit in their face. It made him sick.
He sucked on the corn syrup drink infested with chemicals. He ate a burger that tastes like cardboard with cheese that looked like plastic. He ate the quintessential American meal, the cheese burger, fries and large coke, and had to work hard not to gag. This wasn't real meat or real food. None of this was real. Not this place or this country. No wonder half the people were on antidepressants or overweight. He looked at the little toy the meal came with, made of cheap plastic and with bright pastel colors, giving a disappointed huff as he shifted the movable arm on the toy into a salute. These people had no discipline, no self sacrifice. This phone he carries in his pocket has the ability to store more information than the computers used to go to the moon. A technological marvel that he would've killed thousands of people to get his hands on, and the American's use it to play games. It was all so very disappointing. His people didn't have this global unfiltered internet. Their web was a closed source operating system used primarily by the military and a few government functions. Their computers were big, bulky and slow, compared to these laptops thinner than paper the Americas had. They had such powerful computers and they wasted them on colorful games. The games weren't that good either, they reminded him too much of the slot machines in Vegas his instructors back home showed him when he was getting a crash course on American culture. Bright colors, loud sounds, tons of moving animations, all deliberately designed to trigger that monkey part of your brain that produces dopamine.
That's what America was, wasn't it? A great big show, all designed to hide the insidious underbelly. These phones, these toys, those shoes that black basketball player was selling on the television, none of these things had any value to the average American worker. They were built in sweatshops by Asian children, designed to fall apart after very little use to be replaced. The engineers and programmers needed to run the multitude of machines Americans used rather than people, were being outsourced to Indians. The advertisers and merchandising that gave away so many high paying useless jobs was all run by Jews. None of these products were built for the American man. No one respected the white man. None of these companies cared. Their commercials were filled with Black's, Asian's and women, deliberately constricting white men. The comedians and actors mocked them. America's army was over half white, and even now with another cold war looming and militaries all over the world being greatly expanded, they were still treated with disdain. The man wondered, not at the hypocrisy, but at how did the average American even survive when his brain was twisted into so many knots.
Donald Trump. Did they really think that he was an asset of theirs? It made him sick. Donald Trump sold his children to the Jews. He didn't fight for his country in its time of need, using his father's money to cheat out of his most basic duty. He was married to three different women, all younger and dumber than the other. It went against everything he was taught. It broke the basic hierarchy. A strong person makes a strong family, which makes a strong community, which makes a strong race, which makes a strong nation. One built on top of the other. A man should stay loyal to his wife. He shouldn't indulge in degeneracy or shame her with an affair. He should treat her with kindness and respect. In turn a woman should be a silent caregiver, providing support and care in the background while the man takes charge. The Nazi thought of his wife and there four kids, trying hard to ignore that burning guilt from being away for so long. He hated it, but his people needed him. He needs to protect his home. He needed to stop this evil of this country from spreading. Something the Americans could never understand. The American's thought that they treated their woman like slaves, a baby maker only useful for building a bigger army. They didn't understand that a family was the most rewarding thing in the world. How could they? When their parents would gladly sell their own children to maintain just a little bit more prosperity. Immigration to keep the labor cheap, while pretending they were righteous. Saddling their children with debt so overpriced professors and administrators at useless colleges could teach propaganda. The Nazi looked at this world he found himself in and felt nothing but hatred and disgust.
He hid it. He smiled politely as he threw away his garbage. He walked outside keeping his head down as the police sprayed the protesters with tear gas and mace. He walked back to his apartment in a crumpling assisted housing filled with many other Russian refugees trying to escape. His name was not Adolf, named in honor of the man who saved his world, he was Boris. Boris used to be a citizen of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, a nation that apparently did not survive in the American's world. In his world they did, laying claim to the inhospitable wastelands of Siberia, held together out of spite, American aid, and oil. It was just his luck the Soviet's came along to with the rest of Europe. There was a massive demilitarized zone cut off around the Ural mountains that made the Korean border look pleasant. In his world that border was the scene for thousands of spy movies and the occasionally nuclear scare.
His world didn't have a bay of pigs, it had the Moscow standoff, after it was discovered that America was building nuclear missile silos in Siberia. The American's relented, the Russian's almost didn't. Even after eighty years the hate still ran hot. Unfortunately for the Soviet's, their grandchildren didn't like starving in a wasteland as every cent of their tax money gets spent to maintain an aging, highly corrupt, military dictatorship promising revenge. They wanted to go to America, go to good school's, get good job's, and ever since President Hillary, a weak president not just because she was a woman, promised aid to all refugees of Nazi aggression, tens of thousands of Russian's were trying desperately to get into America.
That's who he was. He wasn't a spy. He wasn't a Nazi. He was a simple Russian man trying to make do. He was polite to the interviewer's and border agents as they asked him questions about his world and what it was like. He tried to avoid the media , who had a field day pumping out documentaries and movies. Last he heard Spielberg, apparently an important director, was making a movie based on the experiences of the multitude of refugee's. The man rolled his eyes. Even when people were suffering a Jew was looking to make money. Adolf took classes, where he was taught propaganda disguised as history. Did the American people really think the replacement of the Indian's to a far superior people was a bad thing? He tried to find a job like a good refugee, unlike others who were dependent on government aid, despite how hard it was.
The replacement of old Europe with the new triggered a massive recession. Especially since America had issued hundreds of sanctions with Germany, refusing to trade even as both their economy's imploded. Thankfully China was willing to act as a middle man between the two superpowers. Adolf didn't like them, thought they were rats taking advantage of the chaos, but they were keeping the trade flowing. Germany was much more self-sufficient, used to living in a world where trade pacts and embargo's were just as much of a weapon as proxy wars, unlike America which took free trade for granted. That didn't mean the chaos didn't hurt, it just wasn't as bad as in America where riots were common place in every major city.
Something Adolf just didn't understand was why the Americans hated his country so much. Even in his old world when Germany and old America were in a cold war lasting decades, it never got so bad that the two sides would start screaming at each other at a UN meeting. You wouldn't cut your nose to spite your enemy. There was a sense of professionalism. There was a mutual understanding that both sides had nuclear weapons. You didn't have American celebrity's posting homosexual images on their social media websites as a gotcha against their enemies, as if degrading yourself like that would somehow scare him. Last he checked, Nazism was dead in this world. The old Germans were American puppets, enforcing their rule through the EU. The Soviets, the next American enemy, were defeated. Maybe that's why? America got arrogant. They thought they controlled the world, and then they woke up to face an enemy much, much stronger. Maybe it's the chaos and change, all that fear needing an outlet? Maybe it's the Jews needing an enemy to rile the people against instead of admitting how low this country has sunken?
Maybe seeing how successful his country was, broke something in the American's? The American's took pride in their diversity, they paraded it around like the ultimate virtue, and to see his country of pure Aryan people united under one purpose with better infrastructure, a stronger army, a happier, healthier people was too much. Don't get Adolf wrong, the hatred was mutual, he was going to do everything in his power to help destroy this evil abomination of a country, he just didn't understand why the American's cared so much. They seemed perfectly content to live in their self isolation of gluttony, depravity, and drugs before Germany showed up. Then again misery does love company he reasoned, as he checked McDonald's off his list of essential American activities he had to experience once. Next week was Disney world and then Star wars. He shivered with disgust at the thought.
Trigger warnings: Racism, Homophobia
New York City, February 16, 2016
The man was a Nazi. Proudly. Shamelessly. He did his job and his work without any guilt, without any doubt. He didn't do it for the money or for personal gratification, he was a true believer. He was genuine in his love for his ideology. It's why he, out of thousands of potential candidates, was chosen for this job. It was a very dangerous job, one that would take years away from his life, and would potentially kill him, but he did it with pride and very little fear. He would gladly sacrifice his life if his commanding officer asked him too. Sadly his commanding officer didn't need him to. What his commanding officer, nation, his people required the man to sacrifice was something far, far greater.
The man ordered a cheeseburger, some fries, and a drink. He was polite and soft spoken to the black teenager behind the register who handed him his food and he paid with dollar bills. He was tall, six foot four, towering over everyone else in the restaurant, but you wouldn't notice it by the way he slouched over and hid beneath his hoodie. It was almost like he was trying to hide away from the world, something any painfully shy introvert could sympathize with. His blonde hair was long, tangled up in an awkward ponytail. The man preferred it shaved close to his head, a habit most army men could never get rid of, but that was obviously not a very popular hairstyle right now. One of the worst mistakes a spy could make was drawing attention to himself. The man spoke with a slight Russian accent, exaggerating his R's and E's. He did speak Russian, along with English, German, French, and a splattering of Italian he picked up on a mission there, but that was not his original accent.
He was from St Petersburg, a very beautiful city after it was freed from the communist taint and the center of control for the Reichskommissariat Moskowien. The capital was originally Moscow, but most of the German colonists that came to settle in Russia came in through St. Petersburg so the decision to switch capitals was made in the sixties. It was a German city through and through, decades of occupation had ground the native Russian's to dust. The only pieces of Russian culture that survived were the popularity of a couple plays and certain classical music pieces in the opera houses, and the architecture of the city that was meticulously preserved. The garish concrete monstrosities the Soviets built were ripped apart of course, but the old castles and French inspired palaces were very popular tourist attractions. The Fuhrer took great pride in preserving history. The real history, not the Soviet and Jewish manipulations the man had to sit through when he immigrated into this filthy country.
He had to hide his distaste when he smelled marijuana near the bathroom. Smoking was a filthy habit, he sent a prayer to the Fuhrer, one of hundreds daily, as thanks for helping to eliminate that problem. He sat down in a corner near the window where he could watch the protest going on outside by himself. The protesters were proudly waving rainbow flags like they were war banners, and to these people they probably were. There were calls for war on day one of the merge as people were calling it. It didn't matter that Germany had nukes. That they had an army a couple hundred thousand strong with many millions in reserve. An army that was incredibly well trained, experienced, and equipped. The man chuckled. General Plan Ost, what a shit show. The American's would be surprised to hear him say that. The common assumption they made, and one of many, many mistakes they made, was that the Nazi's were unthinking robots following orders. Not intelligent, experienced, motivated people willing to learn from their mistakes. Generalplan Ost was a shit show. It took decades of work, billions of marks, and tens of thousands of German casualties, but it was done. More importantly, those decades of experience meant that the German army never got weak. They never got decadent like the American's, losing a war against goat farmers and dependent on overwhelming air coverage.
You had to look on the bright side in this strange new world. If you didn't it would drive you crazy. It was an age old question wasn't it? What would the world look like if the Allies had won world war two? The Nazi looked out over New York city, at it's overwhelming poverty and suffering, spray painted over with enough debauchery to make a Roman senator blush. The Jews didn't even bother hiding their disdain for America. This country, these people, sacrificed so many lives in Normandy and Monte Cassino, saving the Jews worthless lives and yet… The man glanced over at the TV, less than a few inches thick and with much better quality video than the one he owned, where one of those rats was openly talking about how this country was founded upon white supremacy and how those ideals needed to be destroyed for the safety of the world. The Nazi squashed the pity he felt. These Americans were brainwashed with decades of propaganda to the point of self hatred. How could they sit here and watch that, and not feel angry. How could you watch someone disrespect your culture, openly talk about replacing it, and feel nothing. These Americans didn't have a culture or an identity. They weren't allowed too. They weren't allowed to ask questions or fight back. They had to sit here and watch as the people they saved spit in their face. It made him sick.
He sucked on the corn syrup drink infested with chemicals. He ate a burger that tastes like cardboard with cheese that looked like plastic. He ate the quintessential American meal, the cheese burger, fries and large coke, and had to work hard not to gag. This wasn't real meat or real food. None of this was real. Not this place or this country. No wonder half the people were on antidepressants or overweight. He looked at the little toy the meal came with, made of cheap plastic and with bright pastel colors, giving a disappointed huff as he shifted the movable arm on the toy into a salute. These people had no discipline, no self sacrifice. This phone he carries in his pocket has the ability to store more information than the computers used to go to the moon. A technological marvel that he would've killed thousands of people to get his hands on, and the American's use it to play games. It was all so very disappointing. His people didn't have this global unfiltered internet. Their web was a closed source operating system used primarily by the military and a few government functions. Their computers were big, bulky and slow, compared to these laptops thinner than paper the Americas had. They had such powerful computers and they wasted them on colorful games. The games weren't that good either, they reminded him too much of the slot machines in Vegas his instructors back home showed him when he was getting a crash course on American culture. Bright colors, loud sounds, tons of moving animations, all deliberately designed to trigger that monkey part of your brain that produces dopamine.
That's what America was, wasn't it? A great big show, all designed to hide the insidious underbelly. These phones, these toys, those shoes that black basketball player was selling on the television, none of these things had any value to the average American worker. They were built in sweatshops by Asian children, designed to fall apart after very little use to be replaced. The engineers and programmers needed to run the multitude of machines Americans used rather than people, were being outsourced to Indians. The advertisers and merchandising that gave away so many high paying useless jobs was all run by Jews. None of these products were built for the American man. No one respected the white man. None of these companies cared. Their commercials were filled with Black's, Asian's and women, deliberately constricting white men. The comedians and actors mocked them. America's army was over half white, and even now with another cold war looming and militaries all over the world being greatly expanded, they were still treated with disdain. The man wondered, not at the hypocrisy, but at how did the average American even survive when his brain was twisted into so many knots.
Donald Trump. Did they really think that he was an asset of theirs? It made him sick. Donald Trump sold his children to the Jews. He didn't fight for his country in its time of need, using his father's money to cheat out of his most basic duty. He was married to three different women, all younger and dumber than the other. It went against everything he was taught. It broke the basic hierarchy. A strong person makes a strong family, which makes a strong community, which makes a strong race, which makes a strong nation. One built on top of the other. A man should stay loyal to his wife. He shouldn't indulge in degeneracy or shame her with an affair. He should treat her with kindness and respect. In turn a woman should be a silent caregiver, providing support and care in the background while the man takes charge. The Nazi thought of his wife and there four kids, trying hard to ignore that burning guilt from being away for so long. He hated it, but his people needed him. He needs to protect his home. He needed to stop this evil of this country from spreading. Something the Americans could never understand. The American's thought that they treated their woman like slaves, a baby maker only useful for building a bigger army. They didn't understand that a family was the most rewarding thing in the world. How could they? When their parents would gladly sell their own children to maintain just a little bit more prosperity. Immigration to keep the labor cheap, while pretending they were righteous. Saddling their children with debt so overpriced professors and administrators at useless colleges could teach propaganda. The Nazi looked at this world he found himself in and felt nothing but hatred and disgust.
He hid it. He smiled politely as he threw away his garbage. He walked outside keeping his head down as the police sprayed the protesters with tear gas and mace. He walked back to his apartment in a crumpling assisted housing filled with many other Russian refugees trying to escape. His name was not Adolf, named in honor of the man who saved his world, he was Boris. Boris used to be a citizen of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, a nation that apparently did not survive in the American's world. In his world they did, laying claim to the inhospitable wastelands of Siberia, held together out of spite, American aid, and oil. It was just his luck the Soviet's came along to with the rest of Europe. There was a massive demilitarized zone cut off around the Ural mountains that made the Korean border look pleasant. In his world that border was the scene for thousands of spy movies and the occasionally nuclear scare.
His world didn't have a bay of pigs, it had the Moscow standoff, after it was discovered that America was building nuclear missile silos in Siberia. The American's relented, the Russian's almost didn't. Even after eighty years the hate still ran hot. Unfortunately for the Soviet's, their grandchildren didn't like starving in a wasteland as every cent of their tax money gets spent to maintain an aging, highly corrupt, military dictatorship promising revenge. They wanted to go to America, go to good school's, get good job's, and ever since President Hillary, a weak president not just because she was a woman, promised aid to all refugees of Nazi aggression, tens of thousands of Russian's were trying desperately to get into America.
That's who he was. He wasn't a spy. He wasn't a Nazi. He was a simple Russian man trying to make do. He was polite to the interviewer's and border agents as they asked him questions about his world and what it was like. He tried to avoid the media , who had a field day pumping out documentaries and movies. Last he heard Spielberg, apparently an important director, was making a movie based on the experiences of the multitude of refugee's. The man rolled his eyes. Even when people were suffering a Jew was looking to make money. Adolf took classes, where he was taught propaganda disguised as history. Did the American people really think the replacement of the Indian's to a far superior people was a bad thing? He tried to find a job like a good refugee, unlike others who were dependent on government aid, despite how hard it was.
The replacement of old Europe with the new triggered a massive recession. Especially since America had issued hundreds of sanctions with Germany, refusing to trade even as both their economy's imploded. Thankfully China was willing to act as a middle man between the two superpowers. Adolf didn't like them, thought they were rats taking advantage of the chaos, but they were keeping the trade flowing. Germany was much more self-sufficient, used to living in a world where trade pacts and embargo's were just as much of a weapon as proxy wars, unlike America which took free trade for granted. That didn't mean the chaos didn't hurt, it just wasn't as bad as in America where riots were common place in every major city.
Something Adolf just didn't understand was why the Americans hated his country so much. Even in his old world when Germany and old America were in a cold war lasting decades, it never got so bad that the two sides would start screaming at each other at a UN meeting. You wouldn't cut your nose to spite your enemy. There was a sense of professionalism. There was a mutual understanding that both sides had nuclear weapons. You didn't have American celebrity's posting homosexual images on their social media websites as a gotcha against their enemies, as if degrading yourself like that would somehow scare him. Last he checked, Nazism was dead in this world. The old Germans were American puppets, enforcing their rule through the EU. The Soviets, the next American enemy, were defeated. Maybe that's why? America got arrogant. They thought they controlled the world, and then they woke up to face an enemy much, much stronger. Maybe it's the chaos and change, all that fear needing an outlet? Maybe it's the Jews needing an enemy to rile the people against instead of admitting how low this country has sunken?
Maybe seeing how successful his country was, broke something in the American's? The American's took pride in their diversity, they paraded it around like the ultimate virtue, and to see his country of pure Aryan people united under one purpose with better infrastructure, a stronger army, a happier, healthier people was too much. Don't get Adolf wrong, the hatred was mutual, he was going to do everything in his power to help destroy this evil abomination of a country, he just didn't understand why the American's cared so much. They seemed perfectly content to live in their self isolation of gluttony, depravity, and drugs before Germany showed up. Then again misery does love company he reasoned, as he checked McDonald's off his list of essential American activities he had to experience once. Next week was Disney world and then Star wars. He shivered with disgust at the thought.
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