Prussia x Hungary: Liza, Prologue

PROLOGUE_

I can't get to him.
There is a wall blocking my path.
Where did it come from?
Why is it here?
Who would want to do this to us?
I can hear him on the other side of it:
Awful, tortured, strangled screams;
But I am losing the sound
Slowly
Softly
His cries
Fade
Away.
And I am alone, again.

My grandmother's kind old face studies the piece of poetry for a moment, and then she puts it down.  She looks up at us from the comfort of her white hospital bed.  "Mills, did you really write this?" she asks in her soft voice.  My older sister nods happily; she's been bragging for the past few days about how her poem was said to be the best in her class.  "It's quite good," says Nagymama Elizabeta, carefully reexamining the piece of paper.  "In fact, I can't believe how beautiful your writing is!"
Millie beams at her.  "Köszönöm, Nagymama!"    
We are all Hungarian.  Millie and I don't speak Hungarian as well as our grandmother, of course, but she insists on our mother teaching us at least a few phrases.  My sister and I have been able to talk to Nagymama both in her native language and in English, which she learned as soon as she came over from Hungary all those years ago, before my mother was born.
"This…reminds me of a dream I had a long time ago," says Nagymama Elizabeta quietly now, her green eyes gazing solemnly over my sister's poem.   
"What do you mean, Nagymama?" Millie asks carefully.  I wonder how the poem could have possibly ignited something in my grandma's mind.  
She sighs and closes her eyes, and I can almost see the hurt that she is probably looking at under those closed lids.  
"I've never told you about this dream, girls…I haven't talked about it in a long time."
"I want to hear it!" I cry excitedly, jumping up and down.  Millie shushes me, and, too late, I remember what Mommy said about respecting our elders.  
Nagymama sighs again, sadly.  I wonder what is making her so sad.  Speaking finally, she says: "I'll never forget the blood, the wall, or the bandages.  I've since moved on.  But I guess it's okay to look back, just for a little bit…"  She smiles up at me.  
"Igen, kérjük, Nagymama!" Millie and I say eagerly together.  Elizabeta begins.

Is everybody listening?  It's time for your history lesson.