((This story bases on historic facts, but can differ from the actual history))
It is the year of 1777, the 13 British colonies of Northern America revolt against their oprressors, known as Arthur and Alice Kirkland. The young American nation faces an army, that seems unbeatable. Not trained in war or tactics, she seeks help from Europe
Gilbert walks down the board, that leads to the landing stage. After a long journey he had finally reached the haven of Philadelphia and watches the hectiness of the people for a moment.
"These farmers are at war? Not even able to hold a musket, they want to fight the British Empire? How do you want to win a war without soldiers? We have plenty of work here."
Gil is accompanied by Baron Steuben, a general, who insisted to come with him. Throwing his seabag over his shoulder, he walks to the end of the stage, where Amelia awaits him. He lets the seabag fall on the floor and salutes.
"Gilbert Beilschmidt, ready for order!"
Laughing he stops saluting and hugs the blonde girl.
"Hey Gil..."
Her voice shakes with every word.
"Thank you for coming..."
You can clearly see her fear and tension, while she presses on him, shivering.
"There's no chance, I would avoid this opportunity to beat that tea bastard. Have no fear, because the awesome Prussia will lead you to victory!"
Slowly getting away from him, she blinks and replies with a cute smile.
"Who else, if not you?"
With an arrogant, but approving grin, he goes on.
"I have thought about everything already. Is there a place we can talk in peace?"
"Let us go to my house. It's not big or very noble, but it's near. No one will disturb us there."
Her sight changes to General von Steuben, who is still waiting behind Gilbert.
"But before, who is this man?"
A short blink goes back from the white-haired Gilbert, before he starts to talk again.
"General Friedrich Wilhelm von Steuben. He will help me to train your troops."
She waves for a moment, but then changes to Gilbert again.
"I will let him bring to Mr. Washington. He's the leader of our...troops."
Gilbert nods again and grabs his seabag.
"Very well, then let us go."
They go to the house which is located in the camp of Valley Forge. Gilbert recognizes that Amelia is barely dressed. In the house, she shows him a room to stay. Leaving his baggage there, he walks into the living room to meet her again. She's sitting at one end of a wooden table, while Gilbert is standing at the other side and braces himself from the table with both arms.
"At first we have to do something about your clothes. They are not really battle proofed."
He is standing there in his blue uniform, while Amelia just wears a white shirt, not even covering her bellybutton, a brown jacket with the same length and a green skirt around her waist, which does not even reach her knees.
"M-My clothes? But they look so good and are comfortable!"
Slight indignation is heard in her voice.
"But...if you say they are not battle proofed...okay."
Gilbert lets his head fall and sighs.
"They sure look good, but it's not usable for a fight. You need an uniform that is airy, provides you enough space to move but also covers you from harm."
She nods in understanding.
"I'll say them, that they shall craft one for me. Anything else?"
She seems excited, while Gilbert is calm and tips at the desk.
"While I am here, I will teach you how to shoot, how to fight, how to survive and how to create battle tactics. And maybe some more, if we figure something out."
Again she nods accepting it.
"Sounds good to me. Let us do it this way and start tomorrow...you must be tired from the journey."
"Tomorrow? Well...yeah, you are right. Tomorrow would be better."
He sinks down at a chair and looks at her.
"How does it look? How is the war going?"
"Now that we have conquered Philadelphia, we will march on New York. We hope that the Brits will give up, when we controll the main harbours. "
The white-haired man closes his eyes for a moment and thinks about it.
"This could work, but don't be sure about it."
"I know. I'm not that stupid."
A small smirk crosses his face, as he looks at her again and sees her broad grin.
"At least you are selfconfident. This is important."
"This is something I need, to survive this whole shit."
She stands up hastily and looks apologizing at Gilbert.
"Oh no! Where are my manners? Can I serve you something to drink?"
A bit surprised. the Prussian looks at his host, before shaking his head.
"Thanks, but no. I will rest soon."
Slightly disappointed, her head falls a bit, but quickly there is a new smile on her face.
"Alright, do it! It's already getting dark. I will extinguish the lights and go to sleep as well."
Gilbert nods and stands up.
"I wish you a good night then."
He makes his way to the small room, she prepared for him and gets ready to sleep. Soon he lies in the bed, yawning and stretching.
Meanwhile Amelia walks around the house to extinguich all the lights, before going to bed as well.
Half asleep, Gilbert hears how someone opens his door. He wants to grab his sabre, but it's too far away. He breathes out relieved, when he sees Amelia coming in, in her nightdress.
"Amelia? Are you okay?"
Shily she nods, her cheeks getting red.
"Would...it be okay...if I sleep next to you? I-I would be less scared in the night then...!"
The question got him and and he tilts his head slightly in surprise.
"U-Uhm, s-sure."
Embarrassed he lifts the blanket, so that she can crawl under it.
"Thanks Gil..."
She kisses his cheek and cuddles him. His face shines red in the darkness.