Deutschland Heer zugelassen für die Besetzung von Belgien .
Mission: Pflegen Sie vollständig die Kontrolle über belgisches Gebiet .
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Datum und Ort: Brüssels, Belgien. 15:00Stn 29 Mai 1940.
"Oberst Oberstarzt Beilschmidt." The twenty year old said as he looked upward at his superior who was three inches taller than him. He was more stiff than a pole, he showed nervousness rather than confidence as he addressed the man, his thick German accent broke through deep into his voice as he addressed the Colonel in front of him. "We maintain complete control over Belgien, enter Brüssels at your ready, Herr!" He called out almost loud enough for everyone in the Battalion to hear even though it was merely intended for his higher up.
"Danke Obersoldat Krause." Ludwig stared as he walked to Dämon his BMW R75, climbing onto the motorbike he waited as his First Class Private whom he had addressed before hand climbed into his side car. The engines gave a rev with an excited but settled mind Ludwig drove towards the Belgian capital. The once joyful country had a dark presence around it, something sinister- Evil almost, no more cheerful people strolling about instead soldiers marched straight off. Readied with rifles in hand in case a skirmish broke out, the very idea of a Belgian resistance was unimportant to them, they could be broken down within a week.
As Ludwig approached the camp his emotions clashed, a concoction of excitement and annoyance. Anri, his strong older cousin had four unconscious German soldiers next to her and she panted with her handcuffs on. The strength of this woman was so very impressive in his eyes, which were the brightest of blues. If they weren't related and if she were German he would have taken her for a wife in a heartbeat. "Your Army is weaker than I thought when it comes to hand to hand combat. How am I not surprised?" The Belgian stated as she glared at her younger cousin and she felt a Lieutenant push her down into a seat. She tried rather aggressively to claw at the Lieutenant's eyes, wanting to pull them out and squish them under her boot.
"Stop moving your Schwein!" he ordered as the sound of rustling shackles was heard outside of the building, along with muffled whimpers and prayers in Kaddish. The strong leather clad hand came down upon the Belgian's cheek. The sound of skin against Leather was like pure auditory perfection to Colonel Beilschmidt and he enjoyed watching it be done to his family no less. They were stronger than they looked, but could even be pushed down to the Virtue of weakness all countries and their citizens inherit. She hissed before settling down, her cheek was a stinging red from the slap and there was a dark glare being given to the Lieutenant. She had gotten her kicks in earlier, but those were only low ranking troops. Ludwig would probably be able to restrain her, that's why she needed to make an escape after planning it ahead of time.
"Danke lieutenant." Ludwig said calmly as he watched the man salute him, then he looked at Anri. The Belgian who usually smiled and before the wars gave him a cheerful smile joined with a hug; now glared at him, face ravaged with anger and bloodlust. How very amusing it is, the way she wants to kill me. Ludwig thought, "are you ready to see your brothers, I'm sure they miss you. After all what has it Been since I started my campaign? Eight days yes, ah, how Wonder Woman has fallen." No response, Anri didn't even look at Ludwig.
With a calm, stoic expression Ludwig slowly slid a cup of iced water to Anri. "You look a bit dehydrated." This was all he said before he looked directly into her emerald eyes. Now that he had Anri looking at him, he waited to hear a response. This should be entertaining.
With a scoff the Belgian replied, "you expect me to accept anything from you?" Anri frowned, she use to trust her cousin, however this man was not the Ludwig she knew. This was a monster. "You cannot invade neutral countries! I demand you leave me and my siblings alone! We don't want any part in your war!" Anri snarled. She never chose a side to be on and yet here Ludwig was seizing her lands without a right to do so. Where was his honour?
Ludwig laughed softly, half amused, half surprised. Was his cousin really still that feisty? Eighteen days of fighting should have exhausted her to the point of easy submission. He addressed her sternly. "I refuse." With a stand he walked over to her and said in her ear, with a surprisingly soft and gentle tone, "I will do whatever I wish, I have ultimate power and authority; you, your siblings and soon all of Europe will be mine to do with as I wish. So get settled in. Your next few years will be very busy under me." Ludwig pulled back calmly and walked towards the door, "put her in primary escort and have her put in prison alongside Tim De Groot and Benny Schmidt. I want her uninjured. If she is I'll serve your head on a silver tray to the dire wolves." The colonel meant his words too, if his family was injured by a person other than him or a person he allowed to injure them, then someone would find their head on a pike by the end of the day. To Ludwig, his boss' silly invasion of these countries was just a way to exploit the overwhelming stupidity his Führer had.
"Ja, Herr!" the Lieutenant gave a nervous salute and he forced Anri to stand on her feet. Even though he was rather nervous he seemed to have enough power to pull Anri out of the interrogation room. His footsteps were heavy compared to Ludwig's, the superior was steady and without noise, truly light on his feet, the perfection of a spy with no disguise. With the Adjustment his black gloves and a rough shove Anri was in the prisoner transport. "Which location Herr?" The Lieutenant asked nervously as he looked up at the Colonel, brown eyes full of slight fear.
"You already know where the other two are so do not waste my time with an idiotic question Lieutenant!" Ludwig barked out in a ferocious order. His posture, making the Lieutenant feel inferior. "Understood?" Ludwig gave a glare, the fire was in his eyes from lack of patience, "because if anything happens, you know the penalty for failure on such an important mission." Ludwig had his eyes fixed directly at the man to exaggerate his point. After a moment or two he felt it was enough, the suspense itself killed him out of boredom.
"J-ja, Herr. . ." The man looked down and soon walked over to the driver's seat. There was not much activity in Belgium for now, which made the trip of getting The Personification of Belgium to the prison much easier. The drive was no more than an hour and a half. The gravel on the road, crushed under the weight of the tires. Stepping out of the transport vehicle, Lieutenant Weiß stepped out and ran a hand through his albino hair. He sighed, frustrated, Ludwig was finally gone and he felt less tense. He adjusted the collar of his grey uniform and walked to the back to pull Anri out of the transport truck and he noticed Ludwig pulling by on his motorcycle.
"Heiß hurry up!" The Higher up said as he parked the transportation with Krause following him from behind in the side car. The first class private was visibly more relaxed and ready for a fight. Trying to mimic his actions Heiß pulled Anri out of the transport, a wave of calm, gently washed over him and he walked into the prison,a few people, hunan or country were locked behind steel bars, prisoners of War. Among them was Mr. Poland who sat there, exhausted, starved and unfocused on the world around him.
Anri scowled at the very sight, how very saddening, how empathetic she felt at that moment for the Pol. Soon she saw her siblings and felt emotion overwhelming her. They were both alright from what the Belgian could see. As the door opened the bars rattled against each other, quickly running inside Anri embraced her younger brother in a tight hug. "Benny! Are you okay?" Anri moved her hands about the skin of her brother to check for any sort of injuries done to the young Luxembourger, no visible injuries were present so she relaxed.
The doors closed and the three siblings looked over to see Ludwig and Krause standing inside. Tim for once had an actual expression on his face. One of anger. "why did you do this?" The Dutchman asked as he stood up, hands balled into fists and ready for a fight, "we didn't want to be part of this war so why drag us into it?" Tim shot a glare at the German Colonel in front of him.
Ludwig's lips shifted to an amused grin as he looked at Tim then down to his younger siblings. "Well to begin with." Ludwig grabbed Benny by his hair and pulled the man's head up to look at both of his siblings. "This one and his sister both provide me with a perfect route into France, which I plan to take over very soon."
Taking a knee Ludwig gripped the Luxembourger's chin and said gently, "besides the more land the merrier for your little cousin Ludwig." The German gave a soft chuckle as he took a gentle nibble from his cousin Benny's ear followed by saying: "Ah if only you didn't have that Grün Auge and we weren't related I'd have both you and Anri in a matter of mere seconds. If only you were German. Then again what are Luxembourger's if not German peasants with their own freedom?" Both Anri and Tim had heard this.
Taking a step closer Tim was ready to punch his German Relative, fist raised. Anri however was rubbing her newly unbinded wrists as she watched her older brother from where she sat. Ludwig chuckled as he watched Tim walking to him in what was likely primal, protective anger. With a soft nod a gunshot was heard, bullet holes were in the ceiling. Krause had shot his Mauser C96 in the air as a warning before he pointed it at the Dutchman. "If you even dare hit Oberst Oberstarzt Beilschmidt I'll shoot you where you stand."
Looking down at the smug German Tim felt his want to murder him become stronger but instead he walked over to his little sister and sat next to her. He couldn't protect his family if he was dead. Taking Anri's hand he covered her eyes with his other hand so she wouldn't have to see if Ludwig did try to do something to their younger sibling. The German chuckled louder as he gave a dark smirk to the Dutchman after kissing Benny's cheek and he stood up. "Leutnante Heiß. I'm retiring to my camp for the night. You are to keep watch on the prison. You are in charge and I will appoint someone else to your other duties for now. Am I understood?"
Heiß gulped. He just wanted to be invisible now, he didn't want to be in this room after what he had just seen happen before his eyes. Empathy for these three was slowly developing, Ludwig seemed to be as scary to them as his Colonel was to him. "J-ja Herr." He replied calmly, "how many men will I be over seeing as warden?" The sooner Ludwig and his little lap dog were gone the better.
"A hundred." Ludwig replied simply. "Come Krause we're leaving." Ludwig looked over to his lap dog and the private nodded before following him loyally.
As Ludwig got back onto his Motorcycle he drove to the camp he would be staying in along the edge of Belgium. This is where they would attack France from or at least his Battalions. While quietly walking into his tent Ludwig allowed Krause to park his vehicle somewhere and make sure it was secure.
Inside of Ludwig's room was a map of Europe. He smirked as he looked at the pins along it. Notably Italy, Hungary, Austria, Czechoslovakia and Poland were pinned umong various other smaller countries. Taking out three red pins he put them into Luxembourg, Belgium and the Netherlands once he took the grey ones out. Pinning in grey pins at France, Liechtenstein, Switzerland and Spain Ludwig gave a soft smirk, soon it will be as it should. He gave a maleficent grin and he looked over to Gilbert. "Guten Abend Bruder."
"Guten Abend." Gilbert replied. "Get ready, Der Führer has plans for us in a few days so you should rest up, get cleaned and eat well to be prepared, Kesesesese." Gilbert gave a soft grin as he undressed and quickly got into bed. He had been on the frontier for a while now and he felt so tired. "Gute Nacht Jünger Bruder." Gilbert yawned and turned over to sleep and contemplate his own battle plans.
Ludwig looked over to his pilot's helmet on the nightstand and he nodded. "Ja. Gute Nacht älter Bruder." Ludwig soon got out of his military uniform and looked at his body in the mirror. No scars or signs of him ever being in battle. The only thing he had now was his no longer innocent conscience. The German laid down in bed under his blanket and began to sleep. Face towards the tent's window, looking out to the prison.