My short human!AU story. Prussia/fem!Austria, WWII
Victory
Sophie was Austrian. In Austrian way she led her small, feminine wars. She didn't want to be trapped. Kinder, Küche, Kirche *. She was running away.
She won. Always. Sophie collected red roses and lovers.
It was safe to have power over men.
It's safe to have authority over men.
O
Gilbert was German (from Prussia, he always emphasized this). Maybe he didn't repeated Befehl ist Befehl **, he didn't have a soldier soul, but all his fastened buttons screamed Ordnung muss sein ***. Gilbert worked for his own benefits, not for Hitler and propaganda couldn't change that.
Victims? Of course, after all you couldn't win without death bodies.
And Gilbert didn't know how to lose.
O
When Sophie and Gilbert met for the first time, they knew that something sparked. But they didn't know who won whom in this battle. The fragile pianist would win the strong policeman or lonely man would win beautiful mistress. Maybe they won each other. It would be like sonata for four hands, or better for two hands and one voice.
They also hang a white flag without anger and threats. They went to their directions, after years they would win each other again in several nice battles.
O
Both were born winners. But during the war you shouldn't trust your allies.
Gilbert knew that.
fin.
* children, kitchen, church – official Bismarck's politick
** orders are orders
*** there must be order