[ WP ] You travel to the future to find that Hitler is on trial , and his disappearance was in fact a future super police operation . The trial is public .

Author's note: Hitler Hitler Hitler let's get creative and find another punching bag, ok? this is maybe the fourth or fifth prompt involving him this week. ANYWAY.... 
 
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 It was about 3:45pm, and Prosecuting Attorney Akhiezer still had n't shown up. *'' Vo ist sie? `` * Once an aspiring artist come hellbent commander, now just plain confused. `` What the hell just happened?'' would be a good way to sum up the last 24 hours of one Adolf ( Adi to his homies ) Hitler. 
 
 May 5th, 1945 started out alright, considering all of the supposed Thousand Year Reich was literally falling to pieces around him. Adolf sat quietly in his bunker, musing on his pet birds and gagging from the medication for his chronic gastric disorder. 
 
 `` Ich hasse diese Pillen, ich muss nur eine gute Scheiße zu nehmen und ich werde in Ordnung sein.'' He looked down at the blue tablets, then tossed them across the room. 
 
 It seems things were happening in three's all the time, and his superstitious mind could only sit and wait for the next penny to drop. For years, he's had to fight off would-be assassins from the future, trying to remedy the past with a single person's death. After a while it just got annoying for all concerned. 
 
 Then the Allies come knocking at his door with several payloads of neighborly advice on his political views....sometimes he just sat and stared at the piles of time-traveller's suits and wonder what would happen if he just stayed in Vienna and asked Berta Zuckerkandl for a night out. 
 
 This thought evaporated about as quickly as he did; seeing the dead bird fall from his hands, the ornate room softly wiping into a sparse, sterile box. Once he felt a solid floor again, he knew where to vomit. 
 
 An unfamiliar voice beckoned him. He heard it was human, but it was n't human. `` das ist nicht eine Stimme, es ist ein Dämon.....'' He did n't have much choice as his body started to levitate, and carry itself along a hallway. 
 
 `` IGP case # 56N7- C87, the people versus Adolf Hitler; Judge Gur Aryeh, presiding; all rise...'' 
 
 `` natürlich, natürlich.'' Adolf thought. He looked around and saw the jury was clad in a specific shade of blue. He slowly shook his head. `` natürlich, natürlich.'' 
 
 What seemed like hours had passed, and it looked like the attorney still had not arrived. The judge and jury seemed at a loss - what now? The sound of a mistrial being declared would have brought some relief, if he did n't then feel his body rise without his volition once more, gently floating out of the courtroom. 
 
 Adolf found himself in the sterile room again, but it was n't long before he saw his body dissolve again. He wanted to puke, but not even bile would meet his lips. He found himself in the bunker, sitting in the same chair, dead birds at his feet. 
 
 An odd thought came to him, and he got up and walked over to the pile of suits left behind from the future. Sifting through the pile, his eyes alighted on one of the slick uniforms, the name tag ringing a distant bell. `` Akhiezer.'' he whispered. `` Sie die am schwierigsten zu töten waren....'' 
 
 Adolf smiled and let out his breath... then the bunker's ceiling collapsed.
