Gate: Thus the Greater German Reich Fought There! Chapter 1 : The Reich, a gate - jietai kare no chi nite, kaku tatakeri fanfic

Author's Notes:

This is my first story, soo… Yeah. I quite enjoyed the anime Gate. Figured I'd make one myself.

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-9th October, 1964, Volkshalle, Berlin, Greater German Reich-

Sturmbannfuhrer Alfred Schreiber, Major of the 3rd SS Panzer Division Totenkopf, stands at the Volkshalle, listening to the speech of the Fuhrer, Adolf Hitler.

Today marks the end of World War 2, where the combined German, Japanese, and Italian forces stormed the beaches of the United States of America and Canada, the last two strongholds of the Allied forces.

People from all over the Reich; from the German-occupied United States to the East, all the way to the Ural Mountains to the West, had come to visit the "Grand Capital", as the people describe Berlin, to listen to the speech of the Fuhrer, and watch the large military parade in the streets in front of the Volkshalle.

-The next day, 10th October, 1964, Berlin, Greater German Reich -

"Herr Schreiber, come on! We're going to be late! It would be a shame if you miss Fraulein Steiner's performance at the pub!" said Untersturmfuhrer Hans Vandenburg, Alfred's best friend and aid-de-camp.

"I'm coming. Do you even know how to wait, you dumkoppf?" was all what Alfred could say while he was buttoning his top.

At this point, the streets of Berlin would be filled with both Berliners and people from around the world. Tourists, walking through the streets leading to the Brandenburg Gate. Kids, playing at the parks. Police officers maintaining order. Trains filled with people travelling all over Berlin. This was a perfect, peaceful day in Berlin… Or so we thought.

Entering the pub, Vandenburg stood straight, holding up a mug of beer he snatched from a drunk, sleeping man near the bartender.

"MEIN KAMERADEN: STURMBANNFUHRER ALFRED SCHREIBER!" Vandenburg announced.

The soldiers and the casual visitors to the pub raised their mugs. Alfred knew he was going to have a great time here. With his friends, with his comrades, with his brothers.

But little did he know, little did everyone know, that trouble was about to break loose.

-10th October, 1964, Brandenburg Gate, Berlin, Greater German Reich-

The peaceful afternoon was broken by a Roman-like structure that appeared in the middle of the Brandenburg Gate. Bystanders couldn't help but approach the structure, and look at it. Italian tourists, to be particular, Italian architects, where fascinated by this structure. They approached it, and observed the magnificent structure.

One architect, Leonardo Fanagioli, an ex-Captain in the Italian Army, heard noises, coming from inside the structure.

"Guys. GUYS! SHUT UP FOR A SECOND!" he shouted, ordering the people around him to be quiet.

He could hear… Horses! And.. Marching soldiers! But with heavy equipment, as the sound they make is too heavy.

"We should get back." He said to the people around him. "Go and call the Polizei, I think they are not here for peaceful purposes." He said to the German worker at the back of the crowd.

After a few minutes, came out someone..

"A-A Roman legate?!" said someone from the crowd.

The Roman Legate called upon the Imperial messenger, who opened a scroll, and held up a flag, in front of the unfamiliar crowd.

The Imperial Army Legate was fascinated by the savage's City. Buildings that touch the sky, a statue of an eagle with a weird cross-like symbol with it.

"LISTEN UP, ALL YOU SAVAGES!" Some of the Italian tourists were shocked. Some of the words were familiar. Latin. With a mix of Scandinavian.

"IN THE NAME OF OUR EMPEROR, MOLT SOL AUGUSTUS, WE, THE SADERAN EMPIRE, DECLARE OUR CONQUEST OF THESE LANDS!" People started to run away from the now-invading-force. Just as they were running, arrows came down on the crowd. Shouting can now be heard across the Brandenburg Gate.

"YOU SAVAGES, MUST SUBMIT TO OUR IMPERIAL ARMY, OR FACE THE WRATH OF-" The messenger was distracted by a sound. What was that? It was a sound, switching from high to low, and repeating the same process. And it's getting nearer by the second.

"What is that sound?!" asked one of the soldier of the Imperial Army, who was nervous.

"There!" pointed by another soldier. Five horseless carriages stopped in front of them, with words on the side, and glowing lights above it. Out came two people wearing odd outfits from each carriage. They also noticed that odd armbands they were wearing were like the flags they are seeing on the streets. Same cross-like symbols.

"P-Pol…Polizey..?" The Legate tried to pronounce what was written on the side of the horseless carriage. "Hold there, you savage! You must surrender now. Fight us, and we will kill you family. Submit, and we might just enslave them." He demanded, while drawing his gladius.

"DO NOT FIGHT US, YOU SAVAGE! LOOK AT WHAT HAPPENED TO THOSE THAT TRIED TO RUN! WE WILL KILL MERCILESSLY!" said the messenger.

*BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG*

Every Imperial soldier raised their shields, trying to avoid the sudden, loud crack. Then, the Legate noticed the small metal rod that the other worlder wields. It was smoking. Then, one of his soldiers dropped dead.

"W-ww-what?! What in the god's name happened?!"

"It can't be!"

"CHARGE!" ordered the Legate.

The Imperial infantry, with their shields raised, charged the men in front of them. They stabbed everyone on their way..

Hell just broke loose on the streets of Berlin.