War was a fickle thing, that was for sure. But war was war and if the Fuhrer decreed it was so, it was justified. It was Poland who had started it, was it not? Who else could it have been?
Surely not me?
Germany entered the hall with his older brother Prussia. He was completely ecstatic and ready to carry out whatever orders his leader had for him. The new chancellor was completely amazing! Fixing the destroyed German economy was no simple task, yet the man had managed to accomplish it.
For the first time in decades the German people weren't starving and had a good future to look forward too. For the first time in decades they held pride in their country.
For the first time in decades he had pulled out a weapon that should have never been made, choosing to use it on the ones he had called his own.
Originally he had heeded to his brother's paranoia. Prussia had balked at the policies the Fuhrer had made and to be honest Germany had considered the new reforms completely crazy as well. But at this point he could see Prussia's so-called "awesome wisdom" was only his brother's sad attempt to cling to his old ways. He never could accept the dissolution.
Perhaps there would come a time where his older brother could realize the positive and constructive influence of the NSDAP party. Until then...oh well, it was the young who had the inspiration for change.
And the old who had wisdom for knowledge. Until then...
The sound of boots clicking on the pavement broke him out of his thoughts. The brothers turned around towards the noise, Prussia's passive face turning grim while Germany felt himself tense with excitement.
"Heil Hitler!" Arm thrust up and forward, Germany enthusiastically greeted his leader. An accomplished grin laced his mouth. This was the man who had helped Germany from the brink of destruction, the economic ruin a slow withering fate. This was the man who had gotten his people the money for clothes and food. Who had given him a military to defend himself, a sense of hope to continue.
This was the man who was killing his people. Gassing him, starving him, one filthy little Jew at a time. Wasn't this the man who was solving his...Problem?
Adolf Hitler.
His eyes looked over his nation, crinkling slightly as he smiled with pride. Germany was the model Aryan, golden hair and electric eyes. In a crisp uniform with his hands clasped behind his back, he was a hard worker, a strong soldier, a true German.
A heartless witness, a killer, awaiting his verdict...
The Fuhrer's stare quickly flickered over Prussia, unimpressed. He had failed to salute, a simple task of respect. His silver hair and ruby irises also failed to coincide with what was wanted, what was needed for the greater good of the Fatherland. It was un-German. Un-Aryan.
Between the two, the feelings were mutual. Disgust quietly mirrored disgust, and each knew the other could tell. Prussia might possibly have to go. Only for the Fuhrer though. At least he stayed silent. How odd.
How odd? Wasn't he German? He's your brother Gott verdammt! Your own brother!
But Prussia was simply a shadow in the back, a thing that could be ignored. To be looked upon only for one to look away. He wasn't needed. Or wanted, for that matter.
Like the Polish. Like the Jews.
The Polish, on the other hand, were a whole other matter altogether. Germany needed more land after all; the lands stolen from Versailles. All his pride stolen from that bastard France. The only thing that could redeem him was giving him back what was needed, and that was land. It was part of his pride.
Living space for the future generation that was to populate the Earth. They were master race. Made to reclaim what had been lost and they needed the land that Poland didn't deserve.
Why Poland? Needed?
They were massacring the Germans in Poland. The Polish authorities were accepting, even ordering ethnic cleansing to slaughter Aryans. All to make way for their soiled Jewish blood. They had shown their hatred for all things German in the station in Gleiwitz.
Make the lie big
Not to mention Honiok, oh Honiok, the poor man. They had shot him, eventually leaving the man to die from the multiple bullet holes. Bleeding and broken, his corpse was a testament to the Polish aggression against Germany. Poland was trying to humiliate him– just like Versailles.
Make it simple
Just like everyone else. He wasn't blind to their antics, to the way they would avoid him. He could hear their traitorous whispers behind his back and noticed the sneaky way they would shake hands when they thought he couldn't see. They were all out to get him. The bastards.
Keep saying it
The Fuhrer might have been crazy but he was right, Poland had started it. Aggravating him by doing Gott knows what, to the poor Germans who had the misfortune to live in Polish territory. It only made sense that as their fellow countrymen, they should be the ones to liberate their trapped Aryan brethren of this forsaken world.
And eventually they will believe it.
"Did you agree with the invasion, Germany? I would like to get your consent before we begin plans for occupation." Germany nodded, ignoring his brother's sudden stiffness.
"Yes, I agree. I was a bit skeptical at first but Poland's actions these past months have shown that we cannot leave him to his own devices." Narrowing his eyes at the memory of his shock from the reports, he bitterly added, "Gleiwitz was enough poof of that."
The Fuhrer nodded his agreement. "I thought so as well." Patting his nation on the shoulder, he smiled then started to walk away towards his office. "Auf Wiedersehen Deutshland, keep holding your form up like this and you'll turn into a great country in no time." Germany felt his cheeks heat up with satisfaction as a large grin split his lips.
How fortunate for leaders that men do not think. Eh, Deutshland?
The two brothers watched the turned back of the Fuhrer retreat into his office. One, fearful of the future, tipped his hat down hiding his eyes and disguising his emotions, the other, confident in his leader, kept his eyes trained on the Fuhrer's door. His expression was carefully guarded yet held an air of thoughtfulness around it. One could only guess what he was thinking.
War was a fickle thing, indeed. Right mien Fuhrer?
A/N
Sorry for the long authors note ^_^; Please please comment! This fic dies (slowly and painfully) without them
I've seen a lot of fanfics where countries are forced to do things by their leaders and in my head-cannon I have to doubt that. It was true that Germany did call Hitler crazy in the anime but I think that might have been when he was coming into power because by the time Hitler was a full out dictator many Germans loved him because he helped to fix their jacked up economy.
Luckily there were sane Germans around (not many though) so I would assume they would filter into Germany's guilty conscious.
Considering Prussia was a military state controlled by the Catholic church he probably wouldn't be cool with the Fuhrer (Not to mention many Catholic churches helped to smuggle Jews out.)
Anyways here are a couple translations/definitions
Fuhrer-German word for leader
NSDAP- Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei aka long name for Nazi party
Chancellor-Leader of Germany
Gott-God
Verdammt-D*mmit
Mien-My
Auf Wiedersehen-Goodbye
Deutshland-Germay
Heil-Hail
Aryan- Blonde haired, blue eyed people (Hitler called them the Master Race...even though he had brown hair and eyes... -_-;)
History time!
The Treaty of Versailles of 1919 was the peace treaty that was created as a result of the six-month-long Paris Peace Conference of 1919[?] which put an official end to World War I. The treaty was ratified on January 10, 1920 and required that Germany accept responsibility for the war and was thus obliged to pay large amounts of compensation (known as war reparations[?]). Like many other treaties, it is named for the place of its signing: the Hall of Mirrors[?] in the Palace of Versailles. On January 18, 1919 a peace conference opened in Versailles, France to work on the treaty.
The treaty of Versailles also greatly restricted the German armed forces.
The treaty established a commission which was to determine the exact size of the reparations to be paid by Germany. In 1921, this number was officially put at $33,000,000,000, a sum that many economists deemed to be excessive. The economic problems that the payments brought are cited as one of the causes of the end of the Weimar Republic and the dictatorship of Adolf Hitler, which inevitably led to the outbreak World War II.
-[source] .Au
(Poor Germany...)
The Gleiwitz incident was a staged attack by Nazi forces posing as Poles on 31 August 1939, against the German radio station Sender Gleiwitz in Gleiwitz, Upper Silesia, Germany on the eve of World War II in Europe.
This provocation was the best-known of several actions in Operation Himmler, a series of unconventional operations undertaken by the SS in order to serve specific propaganda goals of Nazi Germany at the outbreak of the war. It was intended to create the appearance of Polish aggression against Germany in order to justify the subsequent invasion of Poland.
-[source]Wikipeidia
(Nevermind, screw you Germany)