Hi, so here is a new story and my first (of a few ideas) for the Sound of Music. Like so many other people I grew up watching this movie and then when watching it a couple of months ago fell in love with it again, I adore the character of Liesl because in a bizarre way I could relate to her. Also I like the character of Brigitta so that's why she's included in this as well.

I don't know much about the actual family but I know there have been a lot of fanfictions about the Von Traps getting on a train rather than going through the mountains, for this story I choose the train, so the story is they drove from the convent to the train and then this little plot bunny was started.

The main characters in this are probably going to be Georg, Liesl and Brigitta and I expect this story to be around seventeen chapters.

Disclaimer-Nothing is mine,

Please Read and Review and let me know if this idea is worth continuing-I probably will continue it anyway but it's always nice to hear how a story is received.

Also a small side-note-i know the Von Traps in the movie didn't know much about what was going on in the 1930s but realistically I think Liesl, Friedrick and to some extent Louisa probably knew who the Nazi's were and what they stood for.

Spelling and grammar are not my strong suit so please let me know if there are any discrepancies with names and the like.

And again, please let me know what you think.

Enjoy.

Uprising

AU-When fleeing after the convent (via the train) the Von Trapp family are separated and Liesl and Brigitta are taken by Herr Zeller. Sending a reluctant Maria ahead with his children Georg stays behind in order to reunite his family. And hell hath no fury like a father whose little girls are in danger.

Chapter 1-Dark was the Night

In which there is a train, a separation and a decision to be made.

The night was cold and dark and the air was frigid. Their breathes were coming out in steam and Liesl couldn't believe that this time last night they would have all been tucked in bed wasting the time away until the dawn broke and the summer seemed to stretch onwards.

In fact, with a night this cold Liesl couldn't believe for a second standing right here and right now on the train platform, that it was summer. Even after the whole glorious months that she and her siblings had spent running and laughing and singing, she couldn't believe that it had come to an end so abruptly and with such a horrible ending.

In truth Liesl did understand what was going on within her own country more so than her father would have liked her know. She knew that Adolf Hitler was in Germany slowly building up an Empire everyone had thought lost in the last war that her father so disliked talking about. She understood a little more than she wanted to about Rolf and the uniform he was wearing and the strange ideology he was spouting. She had never believed that he would betray them…that he would betray her and the hurt and the pain that his actions had caused was so strong that should she dwell upon it for even a second she knew that she would curl up on the nearest bench and start crying and not stop.

There was a pause where she stood there on the train platform and thought of Rolf, of her sweet Rolf who had kissed her so gently before running off into the rain. Now he was a hardened member of an organization that was the reason she was here standing on the platform with her brothers and sisters milling around her fleeing her country and leaving behind her safety, her security and her home.

Liesl took another deep breath and forced herself back to the present. Her mother…her new mother, was with her father buying the train tickets. She was going to get on the train with her siblings as soon as boarding was allowed and then just before the train was too leave her mother and father would board just in case Herr Zeller would have thought to track them here.

They were lucky Liesl knew. The boarders were mostly closed and soon within the week according to the Reverend Mother all of the ways out of Austria would be closed. Perhaps even the mountains (which she suspected would have been her father's last resort) would have been patrolled. Either way they were fleeing sooner rather than later. She had her passport tucked into her coat pocket. Every one of her brothers and sisters had the same with the exception of Marta and Gretel whose passports had been given to their mother for safekeeping. She had her small bag with her few clothes and her book of fairytales that her mother used to read to her before she had died, and she had her lipstick which she was hoping her father didn't notice. If he did she knew it would be confiscated.

She shivered again, despite the fact that it was still summer it was late in the evening, nearing midnight she supposed, and her family had been through a lot. Hours ago, they were singing in front of millions of fellow countrymen, this morning they had hugged and kissed their parents as they had returned from their honeymoon and over two hours ago she had crouched behind a headstone and watched a boy that she thought she loved point a gun at her father all because she had stupidly given away their position by gasping in shock.

And it wasn't just the weather that was cold, the whole world seemed a little colder and a little darker Liesl thought to herself. It was if the sun had gone in and her family's world had gotten darker, a little bleaker and a little sharper since the German Army had pushed their way over the boarder in the pretense of bringing order back to Austria.

But Liesl couldn't talk about that with anyone. Her siblings were too young and she wasn't even sure how much danger Friedrich as the oldest boy in the family knew he was in, she wasn't sure if her mother knew what the danger her father was in, she was horribly unsure of everything and the thought of asking her father was enough to turn her stomach? How could she ask him anything when it was her gasp that had given them away and nearly gotten him shot.

There was a pull at her side and she saw her brother Friedrich send her a small smile. The seven of them had taken up position on a bench while their parents had gone to find tickets. It was almost military the way that they were sat she noted. Louisa was sat at one end, Gretel on her lap her little sisters head on her older sister's shoulder. Louisa was pinched at the mouth her eyes wide and terrified and Liesl's heart ached just by looking at her, Louisa was the risk-taking member of the family, she was not the one that looked afraid of the very shadows surrounding her.

Next to her on the other side was Kurt. Her little brother had one arm around Marta who was leaning against him her eyes closed and her breathing just evening out. While Gretel was leaning against Louisa her eyes wide and her hands clinging to her sister it was Marta that was slowly falling asleep. Kurt was awake, but his legs were dangling off the edge of the bench and Liesl was once again stuck by how young her siblings were. Even Brigitta was leaning back in her seat on the other edge of the bed her hands twisting in her lap and her gaze darting all across the mostly empty platform.

She turned her attention to her brother who was still standing, and she forced a smile on her face though she did not doubt that he could see through it. Friedrich touched her hand again his cold fingers resting against hers for a second.

"Rolf was an idiot" he said under his breath so that nobody else could hear. "To treat you like that, to join them, you deserve so much better"

It was a sweet sentiment and Liesl touched his arm in response with a small smile. Even when they had been so desperately unhappy with all their governesses and their absentee father and she and her brother had been united is a strange sense of unity-that had more than once left them fighting like cats in a basket-they had always supported each other, and she was pleased and more than a little relieved to see that, that did not change.

"Thank you" she said finally. She was not sure if she could trust her tone not to stay even if she carried on so instead she decided to shift a little on her feet and clutch at her coat sleeves in order to find something for her hands to do. She swallowed again.

"Liesl" came a voice and Liesl looked up to see her sister Brigitta standing once again twisting her hands in front of her. Liesl remembered her sister doing that when she had nightmares and her little sister would creep out of the room she shared with Louisa to crawl into bed with Liesl as if her biggest sister could keep the darkness away even for a short time.

Liesl was not sure if she could do that now.

Instead she forced a smile on her face and hoped to God that Brigitta did not pick up on how forced it was, at how much it felt like ice and how Liesl would do anything right there and then to curl into a little ball and fall asleep in someone's arms like Gretel was surely doing.

"Yes Brigitta?" she asked finally dragging her attention to the present instead of dwelling on what could be…no…on what should be.

Her little sister, her little ten-year-old sister, her dark hair still loose around her shoulders and her eyes so wide in the blackness that was the night air that Liesl couldn't help but touch her shoulder and curl her fingers around her hair like she had done with Gretel when they had been singing about their favorite things and trying to forget the woman that had changed their lives for the better. Never had she thought that in that desperate moment that the woman that had offered her some comfort when she was dripping wet and confused and so helplessly in love, would become her mother.

"Liesl I need to go to the bathroom" her sister said so very quietly and Liesl paused. Her father had told her in his tone that so reminded her of days where he had barely spoken to them as anything other than burdens underfoot-to stay in this spot until he and her mother had ensured that they were in no danger and they could all get on the train together to go to Switzerland. From there they would travel she thought to a country safe and secure from Germany's iron grip which as far as Liesl could understand from what she had been reading in the papers was either, England, America or Australia.

Suddenly she felt very grateful that Fraulein Helena had demanded they practice their English during that summer a year ago. Perhaps not so much for the little ones but at least she, Friedrich and Louisa could speak the language with some confidence. She bit her lip as Brigitta tugged on her hand again. Surely, they would know by now if they were in any danger?

Her sister was pulling on her sleeves again and Brigitta looked so desperate that Liesl felt herself relenting. Brigitta was one of the last children who could remember their mother and her passing all those painful years ago when the world had felt as cold and dark as it did now.

"Alright" she said finally feeling almost defeated. Father and Mother had to be back soon, and her father had left her in charge. There must be a que at the tickets she thought resisting the urge to stamp her feet at the hold up. She knew it was quite late at night, quite earie and she knew that anyone who could get out of Austria to avoid the same predicament as her father (or worse) would be trying to leave before the boarders officially closed.

"Friedrich" she said as Brigitta sighed in relief. "I am taking Brigitta to the bathroom, I will be back as soon as I can"

"Father said not to separate. To stay on this platform until mother and he return, any minute the train will be coming and there will be a bathroom on the train"

But Brigitta was already shaking her head. Liesl bit her lip, a part of her wanted to help her little sister, the other part of her wanted to listen to her indomitable father and stay where she was but Brigitta was clinging to her hand and in all honestly Liesl was beginning to think that if she didn't escape this platform even for a second, she might go mad.

She pulled her brother closer to her so that only he could hear what she was whispering into his ear. It did not good she knew, to frighten the little ones.

"Brigitta does not look well, I do not think this is a trivial matter"

And indeed, her sister did not look well. They were all pale and fearful but Brigitta was twisting her hands and darting her gaze everywhere, her whole body seemed to be trembling even though the air was cold but not cold enough to be shivering. Liesl had a feeling that this was more than the need to relieve herself. Brigitta was finally realizing the danger that they were in quicker than the rest of her brothers and sisters.

Friedrich bit his lip. "Leave the luggage here" he said finally. "And make sure that you are back before father finds out"

Liesl resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her little brother and then held out her hand to Brigitta who took it with a small, trembling smile.

She led her little sister off the platform and down the steps and back towards the ticket station where she had last seen a bathroom. But she did not even make it that far because as soon as they were out of sight of the ticket box and near the stairs leading to the entrance of the station Brigitta suddenly stiffened and then without warning turned her head and vomited what little dinner they had had before they had left their home, onto the floor.

Liesl instantly brushed her hair back making soothing movements, they were too near the entrance to the station and even as Brigitta was retching and sobbing once or twice in what Liesl knew was fear and finally she seemed to be coming down from the adrenaline rush that she had been surviving on since they had left the concert hall.

"I'm sorry" she wailed and then she wrapped both her arms around her big sisters waist and hugged her crying into her torso. Liesl shook her head bending down to cup her sisters face in her hands she took of her gloves so that they had skin to skin contact and placed them in her lap.

"Do not worry Brigitta" she said finally even though she knew the words were hopeless. "Father will see us safely through this. Has he ever let us down? Even after mother?"

"I am afraid" said a drawling voice of supreme smugness "That he is going to disappoint you Fraulein's"

Brigitta let out a gasp and Liesl stood up so rapidly that her gloves came tumbling onto the floor and Brigitta's hat came off with her elbow. Both were ignored for standing behind them with an expression of supreme smugness was Herr Zeller, at least two Nazi's standing behind his close top staff car and a pistol held almost lazily in his hands.

For a second she stared at him and then fear and an anger so deep made Liesl step without hesitation in front of her younger sister blocking her from view. If Herr Zeller thought he was hurting Brigitta he was not doing so without one hell of a fight from her.

"Well…well…well…if it isn't the two of the Von Trapp girls. Now be good citizens of the Third Reich and tell me where is your traitorous father?"

Had she not been so afraid for her sister Liesl was sure she would have laughed in the man's face at his belief that she would give up her father so easily.

"I do not know" she said because that was the truth. The last time she had seen her father she had been told to take her siblings to the platform and wait for her parents to come with the tickets. The only good thing was that if Herr Zeller was asking then there was no way he could know where the rest of her family were. And there was only one guard.

Herr Zeller stared at her for a second and the without warning a hand reached out and grabbed her by the arm forcing her to look directly in his face, he raised the gun however but this time it was not to point it at her it was to point it directly at Brigitta who screamed. Liesl shifted until she was fully in front of her sister but that meant that there was more of grip on her arm and she was sure for one wild moment that Herr Zeller was going to break the bones.

"I don't know where Herr Zeller" she said gritting her teeth and digging deep in her courage. Herr Zeller pulled the gun away from Brigitta who buried her face in Liesl's side and used the tip of it to flick some of Liesl's hair down. She felt her hands on her sister tighten.

Herr Zeller did not look away when he spoke to the Nazi soldier standing behind him.

"He's here in the station, look for him, if you can get him, take him, if you can get the nun or one of the brats get them. But before you do that, get these two lovely young women in the car, if Von Trapp does make it to a neutral country he wont be there for long, the Third Reich will not be so insulted."

And that was when Liesl knew instantly what was going to happen.

She tried to turn and run pulling Brigitta with her but before she could move one step she could feel the gun pressed into the small of her back and the Nazi solider already had his arm around her sister lifting her up and dumping her in the car within seconds.

Liesl allowed herself to be pushed back to the car and when Herr Zeller slammed her into the door so that her cheek bruised against it she refused to cry out. She was half shoved into the car and the doors were locked on the outside. Brigitta, tears streaming down her face moved so that she was curled up in Liesl's arms though she didn't doubt that an embrace wasn't going to do them much good. Liesl honestly couldn't think about what to do now.

The only blessing…or perhaps it was a curse she didn't know…was that her gloves and her sisters hat were still on the floor, discarded, trampled but still there and that no matter what happened her father would come for them.

She tightened her grip on Brigitta who was sobbing silently into her stomach and pressed a kiss on top of her head as they sped down another unknown dark road, away from the station, away from freedom and away from her family. There was she knew, one small problem to contend with…

If her father did come for them would the three of them make it out of this alive? Would their mother or brothers or sisters? The answer to that question Liesl didn't know so instead she hugged her sister closer to her, closed her eyed and tried despite everything that had happened…not to cry.

Next Chapter-Georg finds out what happened to his daughters, he and Maria make a decision and Herr Zeller has no idea of what fate has in store.

And there we are, the first chapter, please let me know what you think. Due to workload that comes with being a student I will next probably upload sometime around Christmas but it will be a mass upload of two or three chapters.

And again enjoy this little story.