Chapter 1 – Into the Ice

'So many soldiers died during the last raid. If it wasn't for that blasted General Winter, the heartland would be ours,' thought Lieutenant General Arthur Kirkland. 'He keeps sending snowstorms our way, freezes our scouts, and keeps us awake 24/7.'

The other Lieutenant Generals thought the same thing. They all wanted to be out of this retched land. It was only their General, their leader, that kept them from doing so. Their beloved leader didn't care about them. He only cared about revenge, but the troops didn't know that. Most of the officers didn't either. Only Francais and he knew as they had the whole story. Together and at times apart, they had raised the twins from the Americas. Francais was more the father to Matthew, the General, than to Alfred, who he was more the father to.

The real reason for this crusade across Europe that started in the Americas was to save Alfred from the pawn of General Winter, Ivan. Matthew usually was very passive and abhorred fighting but, with his brother involved, his personality changed. Francias sat down beside Arthur and held out a bowl of 'gourmet' glop. Francais could make anything taste good.

"You know, Arthur, before, I never would have thought my little Matthew could be like this. He was such a peaceful boy. Do you not agree, mon cher?" Francais asked, giving voice to Arthur's thoughts. "He has changed so much from that little boy we raised to the quiet teen and now, all for his brother, his personality is flipped. He's doing all this just for little Alfred. The big brother always goes to protect the little brother after all."Francais' eyes gleamed "Maybe they'll even let me in on a three some~"

Normally, Arthur would jump up and start yelling about the stupid frog and how perverted he was, but now he just felt sick. He had no idea how his brothers were. His older brothers may be arses, but they still protected him. And Peter. All those years ago he pushed Peter away a marched off. He abandoned his brother, the youngest of the Kirklands. He wished he knew what happened to him

Arthur's revere was broke when a young man, an officer, walked up. In a very official tone the soldier announced that General Winter had resumed his attack. With a sigh, the Lieutenant Generals slurped down his glop, gathered their equipment, and took off towards the conflict.