A/n:This is inspired by the song 'Dynamite', esp. the throw my hands in the air line. I obviously DO NOT OWN! I am a girl, for one thing, not a MAN! With that over with, thanks to Westerforemers Cyanrain, Ski, and especially tridecagirl, for the mechanical arm idea!
Yes I know I have 2 other stories going, but this is going to be a drabble seires, and I'll probably rotate which story to post.
This was it. The end of the war. Alek thought back to all he had been through, which admitting was not much in the past few months. He had escaped to Mexico(and learned that Spanish and German are very different languages) with Dylan, and now that the Central Powers had the upper hand, he could finally stop the war, since all the other leaders had been assassinated, not having the good fortune to leave for Mexico.
No more death! He felt like jumping for joy, but he could not. It would be undiplomatic, but of course that didn't stop Dylan. Nothing ever stopped Dylan. His mum had died, but Dylan couldn't go to the funeral, since Dylan was supposedly a traitor. Dylan just kept on living, saying "If I go, we can't stop the war, causing millions more to die. If I wait 2 years, a million people will still be alive, and I will be able to see my mum's grave too. It is an obvious choice." Dylan's voice was always strangely high by the end of that much used sentence, but whose voice wouldn't be?
Anyhow, it looked strange to see a deserter wearing a middie's uniform and a mechanical arm and jumping up and down at the surrender of his home country's side. His mum's death must have knocked him slightly off his rocker, too. Alek started to smile, then stopped. He could not be seen as gloating or over-confident, or too calm and kowtowing.
"And why should we surrender, Arch-Duke Alekzander?" said King George V.
Alek answered, "I wouldn't look at this as surrender, more as an agreement to stop fighting. You will not have to pay us anything, in land or money, and you get peace. This agre-"
"-Basically, we end this barking war and move on with our bum-rag lives, with no strings attached. Really, this treaty is in your favor, the central powers are going to win really soon, and then there will be strings attached. So stop this clart-filled talk and sign the treaty, so all of your soldiers can go home already!"
King George V looked positively scandalized. Trust Dylan to insult his king. But then an understanding washed over the kings face. "You show a lot of potential, um... Middshipman Dylan. Mabye we could get a job for you later? I have to say it is logical. But if we agree to this treaty, what assurance do we have that the Central powers will not attack us?"
Dylan, being Dylan, replied, "Because I'll torture Alek here if they don't."
"Wh-Wh-What?" came from King George V's mouth.
Alek felt sorry for King George V. Dealing with Dylan, who would have to be rewarded... Dylan could be a diplomat! He already knew a bit of German, and was friends with a ruler. "How about an exchange of diplomats, instead. And Dylan, this is a diplomatic peace talk."
Dylan said,"I know, but it is so barking boring. The diplomat idea sounds good, I can be a diplomat! I'm sure King Georgie here doesn't want me in his country much longer."
To this King George V laughed and said, "Yes, these talks are boring. The diplomat idea sounds wonderful. Dylan can be our diplomat. What about that Count friend of yours? He could be your diplomat. If you would kindly add in a clause about diplomats, I would be glad to sign it."
He had his assistant write the clause, and then he signed the document. He passed it to King George V. King George V signed it.
Now it was really over. Hallelujah! Dylan was jumping up and down frantically now. And know Dylan was... skipping? And twirling? And hurtling towards him? And jumping onto him? And kissing him full on the lips?
And kissing him full on the lips? What in the name of the Holy-Roman Empire?
Central powers: Clankers
Allied powers: Dawinists
Hee-Hee! Cliff hanger!
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