Author's note: Yes Yes I know about how WWII was a horrible time and yes I am well aware of my grammar mistakes. This is part of my 'what if' series so please review my spuk one.
Germany's pov
I sat in the trench and looked the blood on my hands. I don't know why but I started to laugh. It wasn't' the quiet one, no, it was laughing out loud it got hard to breath laughing.I looked up at the dark grey skies of Franc and then I laughed some more. I got up and made my way to the barracks, were we were keeping the French basterd. I made sure to take off my bloody gloves and make sure I was presentable.
Blonde hair slicked. Cold blue eyes that had seen so much blood it would make a grown man scream. Uniform, a few drops of blood here and there but other than what clean and well pressed. I readjusted my German cross around my neck and then opened the door. There was France, covered with bruise and a bloody nose, smiling at me.
I don't know why but that made me angry. Very angry. I picked up the whip we had used to integrate him and brought it down on the French man with a mighty CRACK. Of course he screamed in pain but I wasn't enough for me. I did it again. He screamed even more. I started to laugh, he started to cry.
"What's wrong? Can't take anymore?" I asked him in a fake voice of concern.
He didn't answer me so I brought the whip down on him again. He screamed again and then looked me dead in the eyes and smiled.
"At least –cough- I got England to join the war against you. You crazy Nazi basterd!" France shot back at me and I felt a little twinge in my heart, no because of the insult, no, because the French basterd had managed to get England to join the war against me.
That made me angrier. I whipped him again and again. I never got tired of seeing the man that had humiliated me in pain; it was like lifting a weight from your shoulders. When he cried, I laughed, when he sang the French anthem, I snag the Nazi one.
It was like one big, bad, twisted game and I was winning. My blood was burning with joy and I smiled at the French basterd sobbing and bleeding form. I looked at the bloody whip and licked it clean. I spat some of the blood at France and laughed at him. France looked up at me with disgust and hater.
"At least England loves me" he said with, somehow, hope in his voice.
I nearly saw red. How dare he! I picked up a poker that had the Nazi logo on it and then I said "You are a part of the Nazi empire, you have to be branded". I smirked at the thought of France being branded like cattle heading for the slaughter house.
Then the door opened to four men. One was in a suit and the other three were in military uniforms, like mine. The man in the suit was none other than my boss, Hitler. He looked at me and then nodded then looked at France.
"Is he a….." he trailed off pointing at the Frenchman's body and then I nodded. He knew about nations, granted he was quit shocked but he soon shrugged it off. The other three men were his generals and right hand man. I was 'secret weapon' has he said, I could never die. As long as Nazi Germany stood tall and proud, I would live.
One of the generals raise an eyebrow that the red hot poker but soon he realised what I was going to do to the French basterd. In the words of some great poet 'It takes a monster to understand another monster'.
"Germany. We have conquered France, Belgium, and Poland. It is time to take down the British Empire" My boss said to me with a wicked smirk on his face.
"How will we do that sir?" I asked him as I put the poker back into the fire. I ignored Frances sigh of relief, he was going to be branded weather he liked it or not.
My boss pointed at the south part of England and then he said "If we gain air dominance here then he will be able to take control of that trading routine, where we can send in are tanks. Are there any questions?"
I looked at the world map then pointed at America "What about the Yankees?" I asked.
"They will stay out of this battle because they know England will be crushed in a matter of weeks. As I remember that American is too afraid to enter the war" My boss said with dark humour in his voice. The generals and I laughed.
I was very happy about the thought of taking over the British Empire. For so many years I had watched in awe as England toke over lands, battled my brother, France and Spain and won with ease. Needless to say I had devolved a little admiration for the said Nation. My boss on the other hand wanted to have an Empire just like Britain's. He wanted the wealth, the power and the influence the British Empire had on the world.
"We will go into battle in three days. I want you to alert the commanders of the air force and then the naval forces and finally the ground forces" My boss said as he left the room "Oh and Germany, you will be part of the ground force this time". And then my boss and the other generals left the room.
I turned my back on the door and picked up the red hot poker and then smirked at France "Did you here that France? England will finally be mine. I will do what you or any other nation could never do! I will claim the British Empire as part of the Nazi party!" I screamed at him.
"But first" I sad as I put the red hot poker dangerously close to his chest.
"You have to be eliminated".
And I put the burning poker onto his skin and watched him scream.
I toke the poker off his skin and then walked over to the world map. I looked at England and then smirked. I put the poker onto The British Empire and then moved it away. I smiled at the way England looked, with the Nazi logo on it, it was in one word beautiful.
I licked my lips and then put the poker back into the fire. I opened the door and left the barracks. I needed to prepare for war.