WW2 - can you hear bruder?

I could feel the loving embrace that my brothers Reich had held in the land. it was as loving as a beating from a drunken parent to a poor victim. And unfortunately, those affected by his "kingdom" the "third reich" or the third kingdom as he called it were those who were less fortunate and those who deserved it not at all.
I could see people hung on meat hooks...people looking away hoping that this would end soon. First it was the communists, so he killed them..then the jews...and so on and so forth, until it came to his own people.
"Bruder?" i peeked into his doorway, i seen paperwork being done. this poor soul, i remember when he was holy roman empire. A poor lost boy that never knew what he was going to do with his empire. How could this large man be from a time that i remember him?? How could that sweet little boy that fell in love with my daughter figure, turn into a blood thirsty monster? was it his boss at the time? or was it rather, his own doing? His people, i knew were not happy, there were many people leaving the towns, but also, there were others that never resisted...and I wonder why.
"Bruder? are you willing to listen to me?" i wanted to say, but i didn't. "Bruder? Are you available? I wish to speak with you about a few conditions in my land." i started, silent, quiet, shaking from fear to see what may happen. I know i was his brother and he wouldn't do this to me, but i never knew, would he throw me into those prison camps? Will he beat me right on the spot if i said something wrong?

Would he kill me? If not physically...mentally?

"Ja" he spoke, effortlessly, i thought i heard the little boy in his voice, but i lied to myself, trying to get my body from shaking so much.
Looking from my gestapo hat, i looked at him, his blonde locks seemed to turn grey, my god, was he turning older?? maybe it was the stress...no matter, i had to ask once more. "Can i ask you about the condi--"
"About your land, shoot it!" he stared at me, as if his ice blue eyes were piercing me right through the heart.
"I...i noticed there are a lot of children afraid to call Austria or even Switzerland home...."
"und?"
"...I wanted to adopt one..."
He stopped his pen. Not breathing, as if he were thinking of a way to kill me right on the spot.
My heart stopped. My hands shook once again, "Y--you know...as my own child?"
He stared at me, glaring. as if i had asked if I could harbor one of his "untermenschen"  or the unclean people he so much despised into my home. As if i could. He knows i would...or at least i thought he knew that i would in a heartbeat...

The thoughts came to my mind, trying to save myself from his thoughts. What was he going to say...just the words "no" came to mind, that i never took well in any whether i was a child or even a full fledged adult...he knew that even though i was a "aristocrat" in his eyes...i would always be a person to make his goals survive. If i was going to adopt someone that was considered unclean in my brothers eyes...my god i'd do it!

"Nein...what if my boss found out?!?" he glared, scowling at the idea.
My heart fell...i looked at him, slamming my hand to his desk, hopefully this would shock him out of this trance of his for at least a good few seconds.

"Can you not hear the prayer of the children my brother?!? On bended knee in the silence of an unknown room????"
He rolled his eyes at me, "What prayers?"
My heart hardened, starting my full speech, hoping to show him what i have experienced, seeing his tyranny.
"Empty eyes my brother....can you see that they have no more tears to cry? only to turn up to heaven towards the light as they are taken out of this world in the prime of their life? Saying to their god, 'can someone help me? to see the morning light of the next day of life? but if i were to die before i wake from my slumber......'" my voice cracked, trying not to tear up, hearing this from my own son before his own demise from despair. "...i pray my soul to take...."
My brother seemed intrigued, "are you done roderich?"
"NO!" i screamed, wanting to choke this man, he killed my family! he killed my only son! In the prime of his life...i could never forgive him for this, i only kept silent for so long. It was time for it to come out to him, maybe it would show him what he has done to his own nephew to his own family...would he? "can you feel...the heart of your own nephew..that once beat, it ached for a home, something that he could call his very own! Before you took him away, his reaching hands were always having nothing to hold onto! Nothing but hope that his father would come home safe, and a better day with his mother...his sister and his father once again, hoping that his fathers brother would stop ...." tears fell from my eyes. stinging, burning. I personally cried when i lost him. The thoughts of the ideas of the past rang in my ear...only to hear my crying voice once more. Jesus help me...to feel the love again in my own land...in my own heart, but if unknown roads tear my family away from their home...give me loving arms to hold my dear son once again...and let my little girl and wife be away from harm...

I stared at him, pulling my fist away, "Shoot me if you must, but let me finish what i have to say...then you may kill your only remaining relative....i dare you" i taunted. Staring at him, eyes stil stinging.
"genau...what is it?" i could tell that his hand was reaching for the pistol in his holster.
My teeth clenched, thinking of the children once again, my mouth opened, shutting my eyes, trying ot let the stinging cease and disist once more. "C--can you hear...the voices of these people?" i started, trying not to bawl once more, "S---softly pleading? F--for silence in the shattered world you caused?!? Only your angry guns preach a gospel full of hate! only to show blood of the innocent on your hands! How can you sleep at night???" my thoughts cried out again, staring at him, i felt the bullet between my eyes, the darkness surrounding. My mind, singing "Jesus...help me to feel the sun again, upon the face, for when this darkness clears, i know that you and my son are near, bringing peace again for my wife and my daughter..." my eyes shut, seeing a light, i heard the voice of my boy, softly crying to me, "Kannst du mich hören papa? Kannst du mich wieder hören?" my thought cried, feeling the touch of my son once again, tears of happiness, holding my child once more. "Yes...yes i can hear you heinrich...I can hear your prayer to the children and the people beyond this world."