"I say we take the war to Russia."
Germany turned around, staring at his boss with barely disguised skepticism. He smoothed back his slick blonde hair, his icy blue eyes cold and unfeeling.
"Yes, and then we'll have another World War I. You know what happened last time we tried battling on two fronts." World War I had been a disaster. Germany had tried fighting on two fronts, but was soon crushed because of lack of man power and offenses stretched too thin. After the war had ended, the Allies held a meeting at France's place. France had been incredibly angry at Germany and the failure of the Maginot Line, and had put most of the blame on Germany. In fact, all the Allies had put most of the blame on Germany. He suffered from harsh punishments and the humility of a loser. With anger simmering in his heart, he waited for his chance of revenge.
And out of the darkness came a man, and man unlike any other. He was charismatic and passionate, strong-willed. He gave a reason to Germany to continue fighting, and reasons for why the world was so bad. Germany knew the time had come, and together with the small man with the small black mustache and rigidly combed hair, they planned to conquer the world.
But attacking Russia while still fighting England and France? That would be insane. Besides, it wasn't as if Russia was posing an immediate threat. He and Russia had signed a Non-Aggression pact. Germany still received much needed supplies from Russia's house.
But...
But maybe it could be done. It was actually very probable, now that he thought about it. German troops had been marching through Europe in an unstoppable force, claiming victory after victory. And Russia's was nowhere near the German's level. Russia was behind in pretty much everything with his military, and the people were miserable and depressed.
"It could be done." Germany replied cautituously. The whole train of thought had taken seconds, memories flicking by and thoughts dancing. The man sitting in front of Germany smiled.
"It won't take any longer then eight to ten weeks." the man promised. Germany raised an eyebrow. He didn't want to become too prideful, but he had to agree; Russia would prove an easy target. "We will attack on June 22. Operation Barbarossa will begin."
Germany smiled.
Russia shook the bottle, staring moodily into it. Then he took a swig, and set the empty bottle done. He waited for the buzz to hit him, but it never did. Years of practice had dulled it. He sighed, leaning back in the chair, contemplating.
His phone rang. Russia glared at for several seconds, willing it to stop, but it persistently shrilled its call. He finally reached out, picking it up, and said heavily, "Yes?"
"Sir, German troops have been massing at the border. There have also been reports of Luftwaffe planes flying over the border more often than usual. Orders, sir?"
Russia groaned inwardly. He knew what was coming; Germany was planning to attack again. Recently, he had been getting an uncomfortable amount of calls like this, telling him the warning signs of an attack. One of their most trustworthy spies stationed at Japan's house had even confirmed a date for the attack. But when Russia went and reported to his superior, the immediate order was to not do anything. This frustrated the tall country beyond belief. It was apparent and obviously evident that Germany was planning to invade and crush them. But if it was so evident, then why wasn't he allowed to prepare a defense? Russia squeezed his scarf.
The waiting was driving him insane.