[ WP ] The Nazis won WWII . The parallel universe equivalent Nazi Subreddit /r/WritingPrompts prompts 'What would the world be like if the Allies had won the war ? '

My first post here! Also, if anyone is into alternative history, you should DEF check out Philip Roth's The Plot Against America 
 
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 Heil Hitler, fellow redditors. I'm not much of a writer, but this prompt really made me think. I – like most of you – am still reeling from the recent death of our beloved Führer's son, Alois. I think history books largely ignore the role of Eva Hitler, the woman who gave life to our blessed leader of some 20 years. Over 70 years ago, we celebrated a victory that would save mankind as we know it. The below is an account of what she might have gone through had she fell into the hands of our enemy. God bless the Fatherland. 
 
 Justin Adolf Black Jr. 
 Lincoln, Nebraska 
 
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 He was gone. Of course, He still visited me in my dreams. I'd wake up, hungry, in the middle of the night, his name still at the tip of my tongue, but I dared not speak His name. They had made sure of that. Seven years since I heard the stern, powerful boom of his voice. Every word he uttered had once captivations millions. Now, all those words had been erased. 
 
 They'd roused us in the middle of the night, a handful of men – if you could call them that. I could n't hear a word. One loud bang and then nothing. Flashlights blinded me. I could n't move or think. His arms, the same arms he had lovingly wrapped around me as the bombs descended upon us, not 30 metres above our heads, were still slumped, but now lifeless, around me. 
 
 It's hard to believe what the proximity of evil can do to a person's soul. They took me away, in a plane, then a boat. Washington DC was a godless place. They forced me to stand in front of them, n****rs, China men, Jews; they forced me in front of a camera. I was made to deny my love for Him. I told them he had been mistaken. I told them they were right, and He had been wrong. And when they let me go, they told the world they had reformed me. 
 
 But my world is hell. Literally. Now released from their custody, I am all but forgotten ( as if He had never existed, as if all he had done had n't mattered in the least ). I roam the streets among them. An angel among demons. My face is dirty, obscuring my once handsome features. I dare not open my mouth. My native tongue has become a curse. Once a year, on December 27, I see faded snapshots of happy times together on television through shop windows. To be back at Berchtesgaden. But they are not celebrating his life. They are celebrating his death, as only monsters do. 
 
 Last night, a man approached me as I lay awake, eyes closed, on a park bench. I pretended to sleep as he shoved a slip of paper under my head and calmly walked back into the night. When I awoke, I almost abandoned my sleeping place without a second thought. Remembering what I quickly assumed had been a dream, I grabbed the dirty, ink-smeared paper, now wet with dew. In thick, black marker, scrawled hastily above a swastika letterhead: Frau Hitler: *es ist noch lange nicht vorbei*. It's not over yet. Signed, *die Regierung des Vierten Reiches*. The Fourth Reich has risen. 
 
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 GOV_OFFICIAL: Mr. Black is currently in custody. Note that any references and/or allusions to defeat in the Great War of 1939 are strictly forbidden within the Protectorate of the Americas, and throughout the Reich. Any public statements referencing such are punishable by death by order of Reichsprotektor Anton Hermann Göring. 

