OKAYYY. This is actually my first Leviathan fanfiction that took up multiple chapters and I still love it even though some parts are short and historically incorrect i.e. the language. So deal with it.
Alek stood beside Volger and Dylan, tugging at the coller of his new Leviathan dress uniform. Volger seemed just as fidgety, playing with the sleeve and restlessly watched the Tokyo airfield come closer. Dylan smirked.
"Nervous?" he chuckled. "Calm down. Once we get down, all you have to do is try and keep a straight face around all the beasties."
"Are you all ready?" came Dr. Barlow's voice from across the room. All three looked up in surprise. Immediatly, Volger's face turned as red as cherry and he had to avert to gaze to the floor. Dylan laughed and actually punched the man playfully on the arm. Alek felt his face heat up. Dr. Barlow was wearing a beautiful beige kimono decorated with black butterflies and vines. She still wore her riding boots.
She laughed at Volger's face. "That's all I need," she giggled.
They were meeting with the Japanese ambassador to Britan. Instead of taking real officers, Dr. Barlow had chosen to take Dylan naturally and Alek himself. Volger had up a fight at that. So in order to keep an eye on Alek, he and Alek had been fitted with Leviathan uniforms and fake identities. Their story was they didn't like the direction Germany and Austrian had been going in so together, they had gone to Britan and joined up with the service. Alek's name and rank was Midshipsman Hans Hoffman, to the delight of his men. Volger had chosen something completely different. He was an officer named Clemens Forell.
Alek ran his hair through his short hair. It was odd, the feeling of his new hair length. He smiled as he remembered how Dylan had said, "Don't worry, Volger. I'll just be taking my knife to his head." At that, Volger nearly had a heart attack. He had been shocked at how much hair had fallen to the floor when Dylan had finished. Volger had put up another fight when Dylan wanted o cut his hair as well. He had finally consented, cutting it only enough to be unrecgonizable.
"I'm glad you could be amused," Volger grumbled gruffly.
"Aye!" snickered Dylan. "Me too!"
"You face looks like a tomato, Volger," grinned Alek. Volger glared at him.
"That's Officer Forell to you, stupid midshipsman," he said irritably.
"Whatever you say, sir." He and Dylan boomed with laughter. "How long do I have to call you that?"
"Until we get back here," chimed in Dr. Barlow. Dylan peered out of the window.
"We're nearly down," he said. "We should start heading down." Dr. Barlow peeked out.
"Much agreed, Mr. Sharp." Then she turned and led the way out of the room.