Hey people I bring you a new RP between me and Simply a Writer! This one is a bit on a darker level. No idea where this will go except for protective bros and possibly feral instincts!
Alfred trudged off through the field intent on scouting ahead. Matt was by his side, eyes scanning the ground. They were in German territory, though whether Germany himself was near was unkown.
Matt coughed into his sleeve, the rattling noise echoing out into the empty landscape.
"You sure you're ok?" He had been coughing an awful lot today.
Matt shrugged. "Just a cough..." They'd been stuck in the trenches for a while now...
Alfred frowns but doesn't say anything. Their troops had been trapped in place the last few days, they were scouting for a path forward. Matthew stepped forward, boot slipping in the wet mud. "Whoa!" Al reaches out and caught his arm but they both ended up falling.
They slide down a steep slope, skittering over rocks and stones. Finally they slowed to a stop. Alfred groans rubbing his sore back. Matthew sat up, clutching his arm. "You hurt?" Alfred says looking over.
"Hit my arm... think its bleeding...!"
"Lemme see.." Al reaches over and rolls up the sleeve. Matt hissed as the rough material was peeled away. A rock must have caught his arm as the slid, because there was a deep gash down his arm. Alfred wipes off as much mud as he could before replacing the sleeve. He didn't have anything relatively clean to wrap it up with. Matt flinched and groaned. "Let's go... we need to hurry up.."
Al stands and helps his twin to his feet, it would be dark in a few hours. Matt staggered slightly before getting his feet under him and set off again. They continued to walk reaching the tree line. A little further on they could hear voices. They slowed to a stop peering through the trees.
Matt could see better than he could being farsighted but his hearing made up for it. "I think there's a camp 300 yards in... thirty...seven!" his twin whispered.
He glances over "Definitely sound German.."
Matthew nodded. "I can see their armbands..." dashes of red cutting through the trees. "Can you hear what they're saying?"
He listens for a minute, they were speaking their native language but Al could translate pretty much anything "They're planing on moving in and finishing off what few of us are left.."
"Fuck!" Matt hissed. "We need to get back and warn them!" They turn to go back but Al can hear footsteps approaching, they need to hurry! Matt started to run, awkwardly unbalanced with his wounded arm.
Alfred follows keeping an eye on his brother. They ended up back at the bottom of the slope they fell down. Al tries climbing back up but the mud is too slick, the footsteps come closer. Matt gave it a try of his own, but got little further. "Damnit..."
Soldiers come to the edge of the trees. One gives a shout and they all come running. "Fuck, run!" Matthew pushed Alfred along the bottom, just trying to get away. They could worry about camp later. They take off but they were worn and tired. The soldiers catch up quickly.
Matthew stumbled and tripped, quickly being pinned by three Nazis soon after. "Keep running!" he yelled, his bloodied arm already leaving a stain on the ground.
"Like hell!" Al replies turning back and bowling over another. But soon gets tackled to the ground. Matt kicked and fought, but he was exhausted and hindered by his arm. They were both taken back to the camp. The twins were both pretty strong normaly but the exhaustion, wounds, and being downright outnumbered took its toll. They were beaten some to lower morale and stripped of their gear, cuffed and beaten some more.
Al lay on his side bruised and bleeding, a split lip and a few sore ribs. Matt's arm was pouring, his dirty bloodied face pale and gaunt.
The door opened and the general walks in. Canada slid closer to his brother, quickly hissing a warning not to piss him off. Al looks up to him as he enters. "So you Americans came to spy on us yes?" the German spoke in rough English.
Well... not exactly... Matthew looked to Al, internally panicking. Alfred glares at the general. One of the German soldiers lifted his gun, asking if he could shoot them, if they didn't talk.
"Nien." he replies. Al takes a fearful glance over to Matt. Matt looked terrified, despite his striving to conseal this. The soldier tried to argue, asking what use they even were.
The general gazed at them, "You two are similar to Herr Belshmit yes?" He was one of the few higher ups who knew about him. Alfred pales slightly but doesn't speak. "Not only did it take 4 men each to hold you down, you seem sturdier than normal people."
Was it safe to let them know? Matt wasn't sure... He shrugged.
The general grins, "You will make highly valuable prisoners." Alfred growls and attempts to lunge at him only to get whacked in the head with the other soldiers gun. Matthew snarled and lashed out, kicking the feet out of the soldier. No one hurt his brother!
Alfred closed his eyes willing the dizziness to leave. The soldier jumped up, punching Matt roughly until someone else pulled him off. Matt's glasses were broken and his nose was bleeding.
They'd repair themselves eventually, the perk of the glasses being part of your land. Al looks up head still spinning slightly. Matthew leaned towards Al as he waited for the general to speak.
"I suggest you don't resist, I have no qualms for handing you over for experimentation"
Matthew flinched and shrank back, trying to work out a scheme passed the throbbing in his skull. Al scoots closer trying to get in front of him and block the soldiers. The general smirks and leaves. That left them alone... Matt collapsed into Al's back, weak with bloodloss.
Al glances back to him worried "Don't worry bro I'll get us out of here."
"I know... I just... need rest..."
He frowns patting his leg "Go ahead and sleep. I'll keep watch."
Matthew groaned and slipped into an uneasy reach, just managing to mutter. "Wake me if they come back..."
Alfred watches him, he wasn't looking good. He hoped word would get to someone about their troops, maybe they'd come searching..