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Chapter 5: 1939: TR PoV:

Third walked down the empty streets of Warsaw. He had finally conquered Poland, well, half of Poland's territory. That damned Russich had conquered the other half, but he would pay no mind to that. Today was a Wunderbar day, he had successfully defeated Danzig and eugh, Poland –the land stealing traitor– in under two days. Oh how good it felt to be the one in control.

There were shouts in the distance, causing Third to look up. Children. Running in the streets after a ball. As if nothing had happened. That got on Third's nerves. How dare they act as if he hadn’t just taken over their home! How absolutely dare they have fun when he was in control! They should be learning to be good soldiers! Not playing in the streets.

The ball was kicked in Third's direction and rolled to a stop at his jackboots. It was a decently small, faded brown ball with scuff marks all over.

“Sir, may you return our ball please?” One of the kids asked in accented and broken German.

Third crouched down and picked it up, holding it by his fingertips. He scrutinized the ball and then the group of kids with an intensity unknown to people who did not know who he was.

“Do you know who I am?” Third asked coldly, letting his sharp fangs show in a small not-quite grimace. His black, eagle-like wings remained folded behind him, unseen to these children.

“N-no sir, but may you return our ball please?” The same child asked, stuttering a bit.

Third huffed softly, starting to squeeze the ball with his fingertips and sharp talon-like nails through his white gloves. Of course these pathetic children did not know who he was! They were uncultured, and didn't even speak German properly.

“Well I suppose you'll have to get a new one,” Third said, glaring coldly at the group of children. “Now go.”

“Please sir, it's my-” the child started, pleading.

“I said GO!” Third snapped, pointing for them to go away. He still held the ball, but now had dented it with one of his talon-like fingernails.

The children ran away, a few starting to cry.

Pathetic. Third thought, letting his arm fall to his side. He then held the small ball up for scrutiny again, before putting it in his satchel. He then turned on his heel and walked the opposite direction.

Mine. Was all he thought when he held the ball. His first tangible token from the people of Poland. A small, brown leather ball. It was perfect.

Notes: The Third Reich did conquer half of Poland, while the USSR conquered the other half. Wunderbar means wonderful in German. Russich is Russian in German. It took 35 days and not under two to conquer Poland. Balls were once made out of rubber bladders and leather.