Chapter One: Poland
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight and am not Stephanie Meyer. If I were, the books and movies would be full of sweet Carlisme scenes.
CARLISLE POV Berlin, Germany
"Enter." My knees were shaking as I entered the room, immediately overwhelmed by the presence of my fuhrer.
"Heil, Hitler!"
"Sit, sit. No need to be so formal, Carlisle."
"Yes, sir." I sit, more out of fear than obedience.
"I have been watching you. You are the perfect example of a German man, and have progressed wonderfully in training."
"Thank you, sir."
"I believe that you deserve to be in the field. Tomorrow you will be sent to Warsaw. Good luck." His tone is dismissive, and I stand to leave. Right before the door closes behind me, he voice echoes into the hallway.
"Oh, and Carlisle? Remember that only very few receive their first orders from the fuhrer." With that the door swings closed and I stand there dumbfounded. I can only form one thought: I'm going to Poland.
THE NEXT DAY
ESME POV Warsaw, Poland
I wake up to the sound of tanks rolling through the streets. More Nazis. Great. I look out the window and a soldier looks up at me. Our eyes meet: my deep hazel and his heavenly blue, light as air. We hold our gazes until my little sister comes up to me.
"Who are you looking at, Essie?"
"No one, Gracie. No one." I pull her up against my chest and hold her there. The soldier looks up at Grace with a strange expression, as if he had thought he had something but didn't. I want to keep watching him but we have to go eat breakfast. All through the day I think about him, and as I fall asleep I can't help but wonder who the mysterious soldier is.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter! The rest will be longer. So, if you liked it, or if you didn't, please review! Grazie!