"Talking"

thinking

'talking through plane'

Ludwig sat in the hospital bed wondering what he could do. Staying in a hospital bed all day was just so boring. He was tired of drawing various objects in the hospital room. The nurses and doctors were not going to let him walk around the hospital because they said he was too sick.

He was about to call his nurse to see if he could walk around in his room when his father Aldrick walked in. Aldrick looked like he was leaving for work again.

"Ludwig, how are you today? Have you been feeling better?" Aldrick asked as he sat at the foot of the bed.

"I've been feeling much better, but they still won't let me walk around," Ludwig stated frustratedly.

"You might feel better, but you aren't physically getting better. They are just looking out for you and making sure your illness doesn't get worse. I have to go to work now. I'll see you later." He hugged his son and left the room.

Ludwig sat silently for a few moments after his dad left. Where did his dad work? He never told him. Every time Ludwig asked, his dad changed the subject or ignored the question completely. Today he would figure out.

He unhooked himself from all the machines and hurriedly put on his shoes. He would worry about the consequences later. Just as he was about to leave the room, he felt a breeze from behind him. He looked down and saw that he was wearing only a gown that was open in the back.

He ran back to the room and put on the only normal clothes that he had , grabbed his sketch pad, and slipped though the window. Good thing he was on the first floor. He landed in the flower garden next to the building.

All the flowers around him looked so nice. He hadn't been outside for a while. He was always too sick to go outside.

Focus, Ludwig. He told himself. He would get lost if he didn't catch up to his dad. The last thing he needed was to get lost when no one knew he had even left the hospital. It was even worse that there was a war going on.

He followed his dad for a while. It was hard, though. He hadn't walked for so long, now he was walking for what had seemed like hours. His dad walked down streets, turned corners, and stopped to talk to a few people.

Eventually, his dad stopped at what looked like a prison. So he's a person that watches over the prisoners? He doesn't seem like that kind of person. His dad walked through the gates of the prison. Ludwig knew it was a bad idea to go past the gates incase he was caught.

As he turned to leave, he saw a boy. He had scarlet red eyes and silver hair. The boy looked to be about his age, and he was staring directly at was confused. He knew that children his age could go to jail, but they were usually kept separate from the adults.

He opened his sketch pad and wrote his question on it with elegant handwriting. He folded it into a paper plane and threw it over the tall fence to the boy.

'What are you doing here?' the plane said. The boy looked around him before he stared long and hard at the paper. He seemed to be trying to read it. He suddenly ran back inside to one of the buildings. Ludwig thought the boy had left for good and was about to leave. All the pollen was getting to him.

The boy came running out with the plane Ludwig gave him and a pencil. He sat down on the ground and wrote something then folded the plane and threw it to Ludwig. Ludwig caught the plane and read it.

'I'm stuck here. My awesome family is still free, but I'm stuck in this unawseome camp because I'm not an aryan. Whatever that is.'

Ludwig noticed that he liked to use the word 'awesome' a lot and his writing looked very messy. Ludwig heard his father talking about aryans once. He told Ludwig that he was the perfect aryan and that Hitler would be proud of him someday.

'If you're parents are aryan, how come you aren't?' Ludwig threw the plane.

'I was born with albinism. It makes my hair and skin white. It also makes my eyes red. Therefore, I am not aryan.'

'That makes sense I guess.'

They tossed planes back and forth for hours talking about pointless things. It was beginning to get dark. Ludwig noticed this when it became hard to read the notes they passed back and forth.

He threw one last paper plane over the fence telling the boy that he had to leave because it was late. The boy looked at the paper before writing one last note and threw it to Ludwig.

'Will you come back?' it sent the boy a reassuring nod before leaving the camp.

It took him a while, but he returned to the hospital and changed. He hid the planes that he and the boy exchanged and hooked himself back up to the machines next to his bed. Just as he hooked up the last machine, his father walked in. They talked about what they did all day before his father left for the night.

I know I should work on my other stories before I post a new one, but it was tempting. I'm gonna let you people know that I don't know much about nazi Germany at the time, so don't get angry at me. If I get something way off, tell me and I will try to fix it. I shall not abandon this story. Sorry if they seem out of character. I've never written a story using hetalia characters.