Late December the snow was falling and the cold breeze was rough, staying outside to long without the right snow clothes would made you get frostbite on your fingers, Weimar Republic was laying in bed coughing and his body weak

Weimar Republic was sickened and weakened by his brother who took power over the German land he loves by force, Weimar was now bedridden unable to get up much just laying there with a few medical devices around his bed since Third Reich wouldn’t let him be in a hospital

Weimar Republic coughs looking out the window as he watched the snow fall down from the cloudy sky above, his eyes half lidded as his body ached in pain from the slow agonizing collapsing of his insides and government do to his own brother. His body pale and his black hair thin as well a mess.

Weimar Republic couldn’t bare the pain but he didn’t have much choice because starving to death wasn’t something he wanted to do either, he could only take deep shaky breaths in and out as he waits for the death he knew was coming for him