Chapter 1 - Invasion of Poland, 1939

Everything was peaceful for Feliks. Well not really. Ever since Ludwig and Gilbert annexed Roderich and Czechoslovakia, the whole Europe are on high alert. Arthur and Francis' appeasement wasn't working, obviously, and Ivan was itching on Feliks. Feliciano had conquered Ethiopia despite the condemnation, showing cracks on the League of Nations and cause everyone to distrust that organisation. Ludwig had occupied the Rhineland despite the Treaty of Versailles, which no one even oppose him. Already, another war will explode.

After Ludwig taken Czechoslovakia, Arthur and Francis promised Feliks that they will support him when he's next. But he knew that he's already next. On August 23rd, 1939, Ludwig had sent an ultimatum. He told Feliks that he wanted Danzig to reconnect his brother.

"All you had to do was to agree this agreement. The Allies had took my brother away deep in your land. We just want a little reunion that's all."

Feliks only spat at him, "You think I would agree on this. Soon you will conquer me. I won't agree on this damn agreement. Besides, Arthur and Francis are going to back me up."

Ludwig only chuckled, "Like what. This war won't be the war you will expect like the last Great War. They will never get to you before I take you very quickly."

Feliks remained ignorant and defiant, "I'll be sure to make this another trench warfare. We'll hold on until Arthur and Francis will come and push you back to Berlin."

Ludwig saw his defiance and started walking away, but not before stopping and told him something, "You are determined. But let me remind you. Gone are the days of the trench warfare. The future warfare will be ruled by air and tanks. You'll see."

(O)

"So Feliks being defiant. Just what I expected," Ludwig's boss, Adolf Hitler, commented after Ludwig told him.

"So is Case White ready?" Ludwig asked.

"We will strike on September 1st, under the pretext we only act in self-defence for the recent incidents. We won't be doing this dumb trench warfare. My greatest general, Heinz Guderian, vision the armoured warfare, which he calls Blitzkrieg, replacing men and trenches with tanks and aircraft. We will realise it. Attack with speed and surprise. Make the enemies go deaf. Dismiss."

(O)

Feliks prepared everything, but it's still not enough. From his experience in his fight with Ivan, he liked the cavalry, because of the mobility to defeat huge armies. But, he's stuck on horses, as new expensive inventions to replace them was unrealised. He had a million soldiers in his disposal, but only half are ready. To make matters worse, he lacked modern equipment, mostly because he had sold most of them to raise funds for industrial development. Although his air force are very well trained, in fact Feliks had his air force being one of the best trained pilots in the world, some even much better than some of Kiku or Arthur's best pilots, his planes themselves are shit. They're very obsolete and not very modern. They're not even barely half the size of Ludwig's. Overall, Feliks expected that he would be ready in 1942, but that would never happen.

On 1st September, 4:40 am, Feliks was awakened by the sound of gunfire.

"What? Already?!"

This first shots was from a pre-dreadnought battleship Schleswig-Holstein firing at Westerplatte. But if that wasn't enough, he heard a new sound, a sound that sent shock waves down his spine. It was the sound of diving Stukas, fitted with Jericho siren, striking fear on his Polish soldiers and paralysing them before the bomb falls onto their heads. He expected war, but didn't expect this war starting so fast. Still, he acted quickly. He grabbed his rifle and head for the frontline.

(O)

17 September

Feliks was sitting in Warsaw, uniform ripped, tired and heavily breathing. Two days after he was invaded, Arthur and Francis declared war on Ludwig, but even if they declared war from the start, there's no way both can rescue Feliks. Ludwig's army were going too fast to handle. Feliks barely escaped the trap when the tanks made pincer around his army and trapped them, forced them to surrender. He hoped to reach Romania and ask him for asylum.

"So that's our plan of escape?" Feliks asked the soldier.

"Yes, we can regroup there and then we may fight for another day."

Feliks nodded in agreement, "Ok, we'll get out of here and get to Romania. We'll leave the next morning."

Suddenly, another soldier ran up to the group.

"We got bad news! An army of 800,000 strong had crossed the border in the east. They're must be the Soviets!"

Feliks stood up in shock, "So you mean Ivan's attacking us as well?"

"That means our plan of escape has become obsolete! What are we gonna do?" a soldier shouted.

Feliks stood, bit his lips, figuring out an answer, "Well, your best chance of escape would be France, but you need to find your own way there. Don't worry, the government won't accept surrender. They'll keep on fighting, and when they are, so do you. Now go!"

(O)

28 September

Feliks collapsed to the ground of Warsaw, which was burning after intense fighting. He's very tired, he couldn't do it any longer, yet he's still defiant. He looked up at two figures. They're Ludwig and Ivan.

"So Feliks, I told you the war isn't what you expect. Now you paid the consequence for this. Ivan, by our agreement, you will take the eastern border we had ruled out."

"Da, I will give these presents for my sisters, and for my boss."

Feliks struggled to keep his head up, but finally collapsed from exhaustion.

You win this battle, but you will lose this war. I promise.

(OOO)

This is my first fanfiction on this website. I'm still trying to figure out how this works. This whole series will be oneshots of famous historical battles in Hetalian.

Feliks - Poland

Ludwig - Nazi Germany

Ivan - Soviet Russia

Adolf Hitler - Fuhrer of Germany / Ludwig's boss

Gilbert - Supposed to represent East Prussia