Summary:
What if the War for French Succession persisted? What may have happened, had one teen's decision in Crimea been different. The year is 2071. A conspiracy threatens to control the entire world. And further, yet, the biggest rifts, are the ones we find in ourselves.
A Race Against Time
Chapter 4 - Crimea Finale, and Geneva
Airfield, 20 Miles North of Sevastopol, Russian Dominion of Crimea
Viktor remarked on the happenings in the past few days, that had occurred in the war, as he walked through the now-crowded airport:
China had invaded the UAE and Iran, bypassing Islamic State entirely, due to the Sino-Islamic Treaty that ended China's intervention in Iraq in 2045.
The Spanish National Army had been pulverized by Catalonian rebels, in the Battle of Villanova, losing 4/5ths of their army in a futile attempt to bring back Catalonia into Spain.
The Danes had struck in the Bay of Pomerania, securing vital points of interest, like Stralsund, and Cape Arkona, and recapturing the Cophenhagen-Rome route that was cut off by the Polish invasion.
But, most importantly, and also unfortunately, the Austrian armies had taken Smolensk, wisely invading Russia in the late springtime, instead of the winter. This had repercussions on how Russia's role in the Euro-Chinese War played out. With the main forces occupied in Finland, the Baltics, and Georgia, everyone else had to mobilize quickly, or China would get even closer to the Mediterranean Coast.
Vladimir snapped Viktor out of his trance. "Commander Fradkov," he said, snapping his fingers, "we're leaving." Viktor then blinked, and apologized sheepishly. "Sorry about that, I was thinking about the war situation."
Vladimir nodded, when all of a sudden, they heard someone yelling. "Hey Viktor! I found you!" the person said, as the two young men swung around to see Maryam running.
Viktor squinted, and saw that Maryam was carrying someone in her arms. "What happened? Where were you?" Vladimir asked Maryam, who kept running, even with her high-heels on the broken pavement.
"Viktor! I found my nephew!" Maryam panted, after running with her nephew in her arms. "Who did you find? Did you find- Oh, you found Marko." Vladimir remarked, amused.
"Where am I...oh hey, Aunt Maryam. Where am I?" Marko said, rising from the bench that Maryam had put his on. "Marko, you're safe. But not for much longer, unless we get out of here. The Austrians are planning to assault the city again. We're being evacuated to Turkey for now."
"Marko, boy! How are you doing?" Viktor excitedly said, trotting up to Marko. Marko frowned a bit. "I feel kind of dazed, and something in my arm feels broken..." Marko replied.
Viktor frowned. "Well, I don't see anything. Let me check it out." Viktor checked Marko's arm, for any injuries. He was in the middle of feeling his arm, when all of a sudden, Vladimir poked him in the shoulder.
"Comrade, we have to leave now. Come, let's go to our plane." Vladimir reminded an irritated Viktor. "Alright then. Marko, go get a cast. Maryam, here's my phone number if you need to call me."
Vladimir teased him for a little while after they boarded the plane, but Viktor saw Maryam's face blush a little bit. "O-OK then. See you, Viktor. Be safe, and good luck!"
Viktor waved, and ran to the plane. "Come on, we have to go!" Vladimir hissed, who was irritated due to the fact that Viktor was delaying their time to get to their destination.
"Alright, I'm on." Vladimir sat in the pilot's seat, while Viktor sat in the co-pilot's seat. "Where to?" Vladimir asked, slightly calmed down now that the two of them could leave.
Viktor gave him a thumbs-up, and turned on the on-flight mic. "Soldiers, we are currently headed to the St. Gallen-Altenrhein Airport in Switzerland. There, Companies 1, 2, and 3 will deploy with Colonel Jose Enrique and be airlifted to Hohn Air Base in Germany. In Vienna, meanwhile, Companies 4 and 5, along with all Special Forces units, will be under my command. The rest of you, Companies 6, 7, 8, and 9, are being transported to Moscow right now. Now, we are going. Do you understand?"
Vladimir swore he heard a little girl-man-boy scream, as everyone in the back looked out of the window. They looked out in amusement, wondering who that was. As it turned out, Viktor recognized him.
"Oh shit, it's Gilbert!" Viktor swore, as the silver-haired man, with red eyes, and the Iron Cross ran onto the runway, with Russian soldiers in pursuit. "What the hell did he get himself into now..." Vladimir sighed.
He jumped off of a crate, and evaded the soldiers who wielded tasers quickly and swiftly. "Gilbert! What the fuck are you doing?!" Viktor yelled, as Gilbert saw him. "Kesesese~ It's the not-awesome guy!" Gilbert laughed, in his weird verbal tic.
"Goddammit Gilbert, what now?!" Viktor swore again. "Well, the awesome me is getting rolled over by the not-awesome pony manchild, so I decided to take matters into my own hands! Kesesese~"
Viktor and Vladimir, along with most of the soldiers on the plane promptly facepalmed. "Want to save him?" Vladimir sighed. Viktor thought for a second. "Meh, why the hell not?"
As Gilbert climbed up the stairs into the plane, Viktor yelled at the other soldiers pursuing him to stop. Seeing the rocket launchers the modified and heavily armed and armored Boeing 747 that Viktor was controlling, they paled, and slowly walked back to the base.
After Gilbert ran inside, Viktor closed the plane, and started for takeoff. "Well, time to go to Vienna." Viktor remarked, while the plane taxied onto the runway. "Yep." Vladimir replied.
The plane's engines started to burn, the velocity of the wind chopping on the red, white, and indigo paintjob the plane had recieved. The wheels fully off of the ground, Viktor could finally relax a little bit.
Then, he heard Gilbert's laugh. "Kesesese~ Is this actually the wimpy girl-man-boy Hungary?" OK, the laugh was starting to get creepy. "JUST SHUT UP, WON'T YOU?!" Hungary yelled, through her gagged mouth.
"Hahahahaha! This is just hilarious!" Gilbert laughed even further. "Gilbert, which personification are you?" WHAT. Gilbert turned and stared at a blank-faced Viktor. "What?" Nervous laughter. "Don't play games with me, Gil. Which one?"
Gilbert finally sighed. "Alright, the awesome me will tell you. But how did you-" Viktor pointed at Hungary, who was trying to get out of the strong rope that Viktor and Vladimir wrapped her in.
"Oh." For the first time since Hungary's...gender reveal, Viktor saw Gilbert genuinely surprised about something. Gilbert started to laugh again though, as he replied.
"Well, the awesome me used to represent the most awesome country that ever existed; the awesome Prussia!" Blank faces from the soldiers and Viktor. "What? That's not all."
"Then, if Prussia doesn't exist-" Gilbert gave him a death glare. "IT EXISTS." Gilbert snarled, scaring a lot of soldiers, even Viktor who cowered behind a seat on the plane.
Gilbert's flaming eyes returned to normal, however, as he continued. "After the un-awesome WWII, my land was occupied by un-awesome Herr Russia. And when I saw my land, I refer to my awesome original capital, Königsberg!"
Then, he sulked. "It was really un-awesome, because I couldn't even see my awesome brother." Viktor actually saw Gilbert fight a few tears, yet they still came out. "But then, the Berlin Wall came down, and I was reunited with my awesome bro!"
Viktor then asked Gilbert something. "Gil, do you refer to Germany, who looks like a stereotypical..."
Gilbert had flaming eyes again, with a dark and creepy aura that rivaled Russia's. "Now, just because that mein bruder has blonde hair, blue eyes, and is German, does not mean he is a Nazi...understand?"
This completely scared Viktor, and sent about 20 soldiers fainting. "But anyways, then, for some magical reason (probably England), my 'land-point' had changed from Kalinigrad," he snarled at saying Russia's name for his old house, "to East Germany."
"W-Well then...by the way, do you know Maffeo Vargas?" Viktor asked. He was as scared as hell, because of Gilbert's bouts of rage. Gilbert looked at him funny. "You know Venice?" he questioned.
"Y-yeah, he was my boss. Then, this guy, named Roderich-" Gilbert's aura suddenly goes cold. "Roderich, you say? What a familiar name..." he creepily says, uncharacteristically, in a trigger-happy tone, ready to kill an Austrian.
"-yeah, he killed Maffeo. Actually, they killed each-"
Gilbert suddenly started to spazz out, which worried Viktor. "THAT LITTLE PRISSY SON OF A BITCH KILLED MAFFEO?! I WANT HIM DEAD,NOW!" he raged.
"Um Gilbert, he's dead."
Immediately, Gilbert went back to normal. "Oh, and Hungary/Elizabeta told me that she was being possessed by a staff-"
Gilbert looked at him again. Suspiciously, Gilbert stared at Viktor. "Did the bastard Prevett have the staff? Was he in Vienna?" he questioned.
"Actually, yeah."
Gilbert looked like he was going to panic, his red eyes wide. "This is not good, Viktor. Not good at all." Gilbert muttered, as the plane soared through the sky like a bullet.
"For what reason?" Viktor asked.
"I'll explain..." Gilbert said, as Viktor learned the secrets of 2000 years in 3 hours, while the plane, carrying 520 passengers, hovered over the clear sunset of day, and set off for a crazy adventure.
Fort Dawson, In Lake Geneva, French-Swiss Border
Desmond couldn't help but feel thanks for his rescuers.
They had found him, bleeding heavily, in the wreckage of the Blackhawk's cockpit, barely alive. They had taken him to the makeshift-hospital in the fort, where he had a blood transfusion just hours ago.
Now, he felt well enough to talk, and boy did he!
"So, now that we rescued you, you have to return the favor."
Wait, what?!
"Don't worry, we're just going to ask a few questions." the nurse said, with an Android tablet in her hands.
"So first, what is your name?"
"My name is Desmond Miles, but I usually go by Desmond Child, because of the irony my name has with an early-century video game character." Yeah, because I'm also in a secret society, same as Desmond Miles from Assassin's Creed.
"What's your business here?" the nurse asked, smiling, and ready to write more on the tablet.
"You do work for the Swiss, right? And not any of France's allies?" Desmond questioned. "Of course I don't! Why would I care about Napoleonland?" she gasped in shock.
Desmond continued. "Alright, I wasn't meant to be in Switzerland, much less an aerial battle, at all. I was traveling from Barcelona with Field Marshal Keating, who was killed in the crash, in a Apache Blackhawk helicopter. After crossing the Catalonian-French border, we then faced a Swedish aerial task force. Although we repelled the attack, we ran out of fuel, crashing into Lake Geneva."
The nurse was genuinely amazed, staring in awe. "...so that's how I ended up in a Swiss medical hospital. Anymore questions?" Desmond asked. "Um...yeah, there's no more..." she stuttered.
Desmond grinned, and thanked the nurse. She smiled back, as Desmond walked out of the room, and into a temporary room for soldiers. He sighed, jumping onto the bed, and smothered his face into the soft, fluffy pillow, going to bed.
Meanwhile, the military leaders of the garrison were communicating with Global Command in London, via livestream, in the briefing room. All of the supervisors of the campaign fronts were on the screen, along with the Supreme Commander, the personification of England, and the political leaders of the Euro Coalition's countries.
"So, everyone. We have received reports that an unidentified helicopter crashed into the water near our garrison at Fort Dawson. After investigation and questioning, we have discovered that the deceased body was of..."
"Come on, you wanker; what is it?" Arthur Kirkland, or England grunted impatiently, in the briefing room.
"...hold on, I'm getting my papers...just wait..."
Arthur suddenly had the feeling that something bad was going to happen, then. He then, all of a sudden, felt a pain in his chest, like someone important and English had just died.
"...got it!"
Arthur gasped, when he said the name of the person who had died in the crash.
End Note:
Cliffhanger! As if that wasn't bad enough!
Anyways, I'm going on vacation next Friday, and I won't be back until August 3rd. So, I'll try to finish a chapter or two by then!
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