1933

I was sitting in my office, reading a book. Our training had finally came to a close. So as far as I know, Italy, Feliciano, Japan, Germany, and I had all split up. Of course I was never split from Germany. Not really.

The book was about a killer falling in love with one of his supposed to be victims. Basically a book about Stockholm Syndrome or something like that. It was a very good book. I was at a part where they have sex when I heard my king come in. I didn't even bother to look up. I just kept reading.

"Gilbert, I know you heard me enter. Look at me." King Jerome said. I rolled my eyes.

"And as you can see, I'm busy reading a verdammt book. I'm hungry. Get me something to eat?"

"No." I frowned.

"Too bad. I would have listened." He sighed.

"One minute Gilbert. I'll be back. Then you better listen to me or I'll get Germany."

"Why does everyone assume that just because I don't listen to you that Germany is the solution?"

"Because you listen to him, no matter what he says."

"Lies!" I called as the door closed. It opened a few minutes later with King Jerome and Prince Bismarck came in, the king holding food. He put it on the desk and scooted it toward me. I smiled. It was a meal. He'd brought a drink too.

"So Germany's boss is being accepted into office and we want you there. To represent the bond of Germany and Prussia. Also to represent his decision." I looked up.

"Well why didn't you say so?" I asked, putting the book down. I picked up the meal. "Why do you need representation of the bond between West and I? Everyone knows Prussia backs up Germany. Germany is feared by everyone."

"So you'll go?"

"Ja. I'll go. Soon as I finish my meal. I'll finish my book later. Get Kaspar to get my uniform ready." I said, burping from my drink. "This is very good. Tell the cooks their great."

"Ja. Okay. Thank you very much for this Gilbert."

"You're welcome. Hey! Will you be there?"

"As your boss, I have to be there." I nodded.

"Makes sense." I finished my meal and stood up. I went to my room to see my uniform neatly laid out on my big bed. I walked over and changed clothes. Time to pay mein Bruder a visit.

I pounced him. "Brohas! Guess who's back!" I cheered. His hat and mine went flying off.

"Glad to see you could make it Bruder." He replied. I got off him and he stood back up, dusting himself off. "Now if you don't mind, we need to go outside. In ten minutes my new boss is being presented to the public for the first time."

"Ooh. Interesting." I stood up and ruffled his hair. "Look at you, West. Choosing your own bosses now. I remember back when King Frederick George was Prince and he was your first boss. How's it feel? Awesome right?"

"Ja, ja. Just go outside." He gently shoved me toward the door. I headed out, grinning. I followed West and he stood one side of the podium and I was informed to stand on the other. A few minutes later a man with a tiny mustache came walking out of no where. I smiled. This will be awesome! I'm so proud of mein kleiner Bruder!

He began to speak to the people of Germany and I smiled at West the whole time he spoke. When he finished speaking, my boss walked over to him and shook his hand. Then everyone cheered and then his boss and mine told Germany and I to follow. I obeyed my king.

We stopped in what West told me would be his boss' new office. I held out my hand to him. "My name is Gilbert Beilschmidt. I am Ludwig's older brother." The man held out his hand. I faltered when I finally got a good look at his face. "Aren't you that guy who tried to seize power in Germany? Why are you his boss?" I looked at West. "I don't approve."

"Bruder, give him time to show he's turned a new leaf."

"Really? Why should I? Isn't it once greedy with power, always greedy with power? He once got arrested for trying a rebellion."

"Bruder, please? I believe he really has changed. You should have seen him on his campaign." I looked at West, confused.

"The hell is a campaign?"

"He went out and gave speeches as to why he should be picked to lead Germany. I approve."

"I never heard any of his speeches." I said, crossing my arms.

"Because you can't vote for him. Only people allowed to vote are Germans."

"I still don't approve."

"Give him a chance. I'm sure he'll change his mind when he finds how hard it is to lead."

"Change his mind about being a rebellious bastard? Or something?"

"He will fix our economy."

"Oh! Well in that case-" I turned back to him, holding my hand out for him. "-welcome aboard."

"Thank you. My name is Adolf Hitler."

"The Austrian?"

"Can I be left alone with Gilbert?" He asked, a commanding tone under his voice. My king and Bruder both left.

"Why do you want to be alone with me?" I asked, cautious.

"You knew Frederick the Great, ja?"

"Ja, I knew him. Best king Prussia ever had." I still miss him.

"What was he like as a person?"

"As a person? Kind, understanding, happy, great commander, respectful. However he didn't seem to hold himself at a great height, despite the fact that he was a great king. Every time I asked him he replied with the statement 'Pride comes before a fall'. I always told him that I refused to let him fall. Which I succeeded in but… he still died. He died in his chair… it was horrible. But nice in a way. Fritz always smiled. Except when he was upset. Then he would frown. He never glared or anything like that. I'm sorry. I'm rambling."

"Nein. I appreciate it. I am pleased to know that you approve of my leadership."

I was back at home and near the end of the book I'd been reading earlier. Germany was in my house and he was reading the newspaper from Germany that had been delivered today. When he spoke up I put my book down, keeping my place.

"Today we should be getting new uniforms."

"Oh. That's good. I guess. Can I ask why?"

"Mein boss ordered it."

"Me too?"

"Ja. Your boss signed a treaty that says my boss can help guide your country on the agreement of his acts by the King of Prussia."

"I never agreed to such a thing!" I said as there was a knock on the door. I got up and answered it to be handed two boxes by the king. "I have a bone to pick with you Jerome."

"Not right now Gilbert." He said and closed the door, leaving me standing there. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Like you said I guess. A new leaf." I dropped the boxes on the floor and handed him his. I opened mine eagerly to see a whole new uniform. I grinned and quickly dressed up. I was testing out how my uniform fit when West grabbed my arm and put something else on me. I stared at it. It was a red band with a white circle and a symbol on it. "The hell is this and why is it so plain?" I demanded, pulling it off. He stopped me.

"Bruder, this symbolizes your support. It is the symbol of the National Socialist German Workers' Party."

"Oh. So it's a good thing. Sorry Bruder… but can I get one that has more on it or something? Maybe a different color?"

"Nein. This is how we tell who is superior."

"Superior?"

"You know, in charge? Are you drunk? You seem to be very slow today."

"Nein. I've not had any beer today. I'm just slow on the uptake. I'll get better. I swear. Don't think I'm an idiot."

"I would never think you're an idiot." He said, placing the hat on my head. I smirked and fixed it into place before going to see how I look in the mirror. I look awesome! I look great!

"I love the uniform. So how is your economy? Speaking of the German Workers' Party?"

"We're doing better but we still have money to pay back for a war we didn't even start." He answered bitterly. "Mein boss is going to make everything better though. Just watch Bruder."

"I like representing something so awesome." I told him, sitting down to finish my book. "I think Fritz would be proud." I smiled. I love Fritz. He's always watching me.

"Bruder! Mein boss has said he will make peace with France, England, and Russia!" I looked up at him, confused, still wearing my uniform.

"I thought we were at peace. And that you hated France."

"I got over it. Ja, but not total peace. They still hate us for the Vorld Var One."

"If I were you I would tell them all to go suck a dick. Germany is Germany and can't cause wars. You know why? Because he's a great soldier but he knows the difference between right and wrong. And so what if that stupid Austrian prince was shot. You know, I'm surprised they didn't blame me! I'm the one who hates Austria."

"Did you shoot that Austrian prince?"

"No, of course not. That's not my style. I'd have done it personally."

"So do you approve of mein boss' decision?"

"Ja. I approve. Peace would be nice. Just don't forget to tell them that we still want to battle from time to time. Or keep Prussia out of the peace treaty. I don't want any."

"Bruder, you can't always fight people. You should play chess or something." I looked straight at him. When I had his attention I gave him my answer.

"No." I went back to what I was doing before.

"Mein boss has done something else today."

"What is that West?"

"He prohibited the Germans and Prussians from buying from Jewish shops."

"Then you should follow suit with what Frederick did. He placed them, the ones with stores, on the border. Their shops? Where does immigration come from? The border. So we're likely to get more money. Well I mean Germany. That's what Fritz did. It worked out well. Lots of money."

"So you're not surprised or anything?"

"Actually, I don't care. It's not like we have to do that. Remember the prohibition of beer? Nobody followed that in America. It's not a concern."

"I'm surprised that Jewry doesn't bother you." I stifled a laugh before bursting into laughter.

"Jewry! That's a good one West. It sounds like Jewelry." I stopped laughing. "Jews would be good at selling Jewelry, don't you think? Then they could give a third of their profits to the government and we can pay back more money. Especially if you make unique jewelry."

"Why am I here? I don't want to be here! I was supposed to play with Knights Templar today."

"Because I've got something to show you. How you're supposed to greet mein boss now." I scoffed at him.

"And you have to take me here?"

"To show we approve." He said. He pulled me out of the car and over to a big fire. He gave me a book by Einstein. Confused, I opened the book to read but Germany quickly threw it into the fire. "Bruder, you're not supposed to read it."

"Burning books is such a Pagan thing to do. Only the English are Pagan Bruder. Then again… didn't the Templars do this at some point?"

"Bruder, do you see what they are doing?"

"Burning books?"

"After that?"

"Grabbing more books?"

"Their doing a new salute every time." I stared my Bruder before heading back to the car. No way am I doing that.

I was standing in a camp. It was not to my liking. Especially since West just told me I'd be in charge of the Jews here. What's weird or strange to me is that he specifically said Jews… or trash Jews. Their not trash! Their a human being just like everybody else. If this is Adolf's idea of following Fritz then he's doing a horrible job.

I was saluted by one of the… what West called SS men. I pointed around me. "Give a verdammt tour. This place doesn't look fit enough to train men. Too small buildings for 1,000 men." He began me on a tour and I found that before I could begin on the men that I would have to fix the state of this place. Fine with me. They should be easier to train than America was. I know that.

The buildings didn't have enough bathrooms for the humans, the beds were too high, too many men to one building, unsanitary, work places with not enough work space, improper food, and so on. I sneered at the man.

"Is this what you call fit for an army, you dummkopf!" I jeered at him. "I want renovations immediately before any training begins! I want the living spaces to be worked on first." I wrote down my orders and thrusted the paper into his hands. "Work on all of that, you have one week, got it?! Gute! I'm off to greet my men!" I turned around and stormed off. I'd had the Jews all come out and stand in the center of camp. Lines and rows, just the way my Prussian army would be standing. If these men came from my brother, they can handle Prussian training.

I asked for one man's name and I was surprised when they gave me a number. "I said your name, not your address! I don't care where you live. You will be living here for the next few months before you're sent out to go see what you're training did! Am I clear?!" I shouted at all of them. They agreed. "Gute! Now since all of you seem to be great at following orders, I want you all to run laps till I get back. Anyone caught trying to leave will be punished by helping the other men rebuild this camp! Am I clear?!" They all shouted agreement. "Gute! Start now!" I ordered. They all began to run laps.

I headed back to the… SS men. "I want all of the food income to stop until this food gone. When it is I demand a load big enough for all these men, good food, I will be paying for it. In no time these men will be ready to be an army or part of the army. If you don't want them, I'll take them." They all gave each other strange looks. They, however, said nothing but went to do as told. This would be most exciting. I can't wait to train them.

"Also I'll be needing guns, one thousand of them. Add another, for me. You can get them from the Prussian army. We have more guns than we know what to do with." I told one of the men. "Also inform my Bruder that I appreciate his idea of me working this camp. I appreciate that you men did try though. If it had been just a bunch of tents I would have sent all of you away and requested Prussians."

My Bruder was back and I was pleased with my men. Everything had been put right and they were being given good food, clean clothes even if it was two sets only, and everything I saw was in proper order.

"Men! Salute!" I called. My Jews saluted me the way I taught them. I smiled at West. "I told you I'd get them into shape. They run as a unit. Just like the Prussian army. I did a good job, if I do say so myself. What do you think West?"

"About face!" He called. They did nothing. I blinked.

"Hey! You heard him! About face!" They quickly obeyed. "About face!" They turned back to us. "At ease!" They dropped their arms to their sides. I smiled at West. "Looks like they'd be perfect for the Prussian army."

"Their not going into the army. Yours or mine. They will do nothing but pollute our armies."

"I disagree. They've worked hard. Harder than America and America had a reason to train. I've had no problems whatsoever with them. Not even to the smallest of mistakes. Correct it once, never to be corrected again."

"I only came to inform you that now the National Socialist German Workers' Party is the only party in Germany."

"Insane."

"Actually I think it's good. You've always said that we need to have something all the citizens have in common. Now we do."

"I meant like religion or something. Not to destroy other parties. Besides, isn't that against the rules you made?"

"Mein boss fixed that." I gave him a look before shaking my head.

"Never mind. Can you guess something strange when I first got here?"

"What?"

"They gave me numbers when I asked for their names."

"Because they have no names."

"Of course they do."

"None worth mentioning Bruder." I sighed.

"I don't know what's gotten into you Bruder but I don't like it."

My Bruder was back again. I was done training this army of Jews. I had decided that they would be mine. Since West didn't want them. Germany stepped out of his vehicle and walked over to me. "What has happened here since the last I came?"

"Their ready." He turned to look at them.

"Salute me!" They quickly obeyed. "I guess you're right. They are ready. Mein boss wants to have them join his army." I grinned.

"Men! This is your lucky day! You get to leave training camp! You have all passed and now are moving on to bigger things! It has been an honor to serve with you." Germany raised his arm. I looked at him. He shouted something. When the men didn't copy he did it again. This time, hesitantly, they copied West. I clapped. "I wish we had hats to throw in the air."

"Bruder, you will be getting more filthy Jews. Maybe you can do this again."

"Don't call them that! Unless you mean filthy like Austria." I smirked. "Nein. I'd be all to glad to do this again for you. Soon you'll have a huge army. No one will mess with you."

"Oh. By ze way, Germany quit the League of Nations."

"I don't even know what that shit is." I replied. "Take your men before I decide to keep them for myself."

"Right." He had them follow him out of the camp. That left me and the SS guards.