I was alive with energy. I heard my people cheer and yell for me, as I was walking to my headquarters. I was delighted to rule Spain, and win Spain's Civil war against the corrupted government. I stepped into my office feeling nervous and amazing at the same time. The office was full of maps and flags, pens full in a jar at the corner of the desk, two bodyguards standing next to the door, windows illuminating my office and cabinets in in the walls behind my chair. As I sat I closed my eyes and thought everything in the past. I bet my parents would never know I would become a ruler of Spain. World War II was happening as I sat worked on contracts, papers and even laws trying to rebuild Spain's Great Empire, but this one was special, This deal was a deal that would spend a man years to decide. one day Hitler wrote me a letter saying that he wanted me to join his side of the war exchange for help building Spain. I thought very long and hard, it was one of the most riskiest choices I have ever made in my life. As my palms began to sweat, the hand soaked the letter.

I couldn't think anything but the bad side of what will happen, I don't know how my people will react to this desultory choice. I don't know how my people will see me as. My hands are unnerved shaking the pen. I couldn't think, all I had in mind was “I need help building Spain” and I made my choice my fingers tensed and I wrote my name down. All I could do now is hope for the best, while I sent 50,000 troops to go fight with the Nazis for “Operation Barbarossa” my people began protesting and speaking out against me. I feel like I am doing the right thing but they just cant see it. I feel like people don't understand that I am trying to help them. I felt insulted for every mouth that spoke against me, I had no choice but to assassinator every single one of them. They forgot who they must be talking to, They must have forgotten who saved them from that corrupted government they had before I came along. Assassination attempts on me became more frequent I had at least two every year so I have upgraded all my security. I know they will see how good I am, all they want is my power they don't care if I make the right choices.

We lost the war, the communists pushed back German forces and I was pissed. I gave up my resources, Lost the war and I lost my great reputation. I never shouldn't have joined the war, I ruled 30 more years trying to keep my country stabled. I sat in my office quietly after the war rethinking how I should've done things a bit differently, I started to realize that Hitler was using me like he used Stalin. As I signed papers the thought comes to mind as when I signed Hitler's paper, I became full of hatred, I started to loathe him even though he was one of my first and best friends. I tried to forget about everything from the past but I cant forget its like a storm that comes and goes whenever it feels like. For the past 30 years people started getting tired of my rules and regulations so they wanted to speak out against me. I couldn't accept what they were saying about me because they were mostly true, I couldn't let them go after they insulted me I fought back and assassinated every man that hated me. Why are they so scared of me and why don't they like my fair rules. I am Francisco Franco the man who saved Spain from farther worse rules and laws. One day Gunshots were outside yelling and screaming, people were blasting in, there were too much of them. Most of them were farmers and I was scared, I couldn't believe that I died from my own people that I loved and cared for. I was shocked I never felt like this in my past, my heart stopped beating as my vision began to fade dark, my breath was short I fell off of my chair. As I was on my knees I sweated so much as my heart felt so much pain, my heart felt like someone stabbed me with a knife and twisted it. All my mind was thinking about was the day I signed Hitler's contract. I felt great soars my face was purple like a plumb, and I… I... fell… I died before they even got to me.