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A Nazi Child

Author: _Silence_
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What is A Nazi Child

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This is the story of a little girl whose father was a Nazi ... whose name was Alice at the age of 12, and her father was one of the two thousand soldiers in the brasserie pulse, and was sent to prison with Hitler. His mother died when he was 7 years old ... he lost his superior brother. I think? now (according to the story) he is 34 years old and still wants to avenge his father. Stopped by his mother. for now . character informations: Alice: Nazi? female 34 years old black hair and yellow eyes. tall one. -sad -freak -determinated Alan: Soviet male 38 years old brown hair and yellow eyes. not that tall -Determinated -strong -mad (not that at all) Nadia: Soviet female 35 years old light yellow hair and blue eyes -dreamer one -strong -determinated Noah: Nazi male 36 years old black hair and blue eyes -determinated -lazy :3 -can get mad easily for friends i will add more character soon~

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