XxXMike-ChanXxX- Thank you for that review, it really made me happy, it actually stupidly made my day. And hey, cliffhangers make you keep reading, while cursing me out but hey!

americathehero619- no yaoi to be found here! And yeah I don't really care for it, on have one story with it, and I made my friend write that scene!

Xoulao- Thank you so very much, this review also made me quite happy. AND HA! I's pleased my repeat scene made sense. And hey, history should only be told neutrally, all the facts. But the winners of wars write the history books…and yeah this is not a very comforting fic. And that sounds like a lovely book… and yay for footnotes and history!

lolimewirepirate-ninja- would you like some tissues?

Berlin- yeah about that… well just read

Anyway sorry for the long author notes, thanks for reading following favorting and reviewing, and please enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 11

With that, Gil stalked away, in a simple white undershirt and the black pants. He didn't feel the cold against his skin, or the yelling from some soldiers. He only was aware of the hot tears falling from his eyes, and the empty dull pain of his heart shattering, and the cold chill of loneliness setting it. Behind him lay a camp of hell. And a madman…and the one he once called brother, his only family.

He never needed me…I don't need him…

Gilbert got into the car again, and he drove off, down the cold road. He never once looked back. He didn't need to. There was nothing to see. Nothing to miss behind him. Nothing to regret leaving behind him.

It was now just him.

It's just me… he thought as he left the camp in the distance. Only a road and miles separated the two brothers physically. But the miles seemed like an entire gulf or canyon. There was no going back. No going after. The Tiber, had been crossed.1

Back in the tent Ludwig stood still. He stared at the pile of clothes, and the Cross.

…Stupid soldier.

He kicked the clothes under the bed, and turned and left the tent. The matter already out of his mind.

Ha, he thought I needed him? What was I supposed to care he left? He is useless to the Vaterland, and therefore, useless to me. What good is family in war anyway? Ha the only reason to fight is to kill! Not to defend anyone!

He laughed quietly to himself, his blue eyes shimmering with madness. He walked down the road to the communication tent, where some lower officers stood.

They snapped to attention as he walked in.

"General!" the one man barked, stiff as a board, his right arm snapped out dead straight.

Ludwig nodded to them, and they relaxed slightly.

"What do we lowly fools owe to the pleasure of your greatness, highest General?" the one man asked

"Do we have any sharpshooters laying around like worthless dogs?"

A captain shuffled quickly through papers. "There's a Prussian lad somewhere around, best around."

"Get him." He ordered

The man scrambled away.

Ludwig turned to the other two men. "Is there any important things happening?"

"Rommel is working on taking over France."

"And our progress?" he asked, staring at the man

He man squirmed, his eyes were boring into him, almost daring him to slip up, so there would be a reason to punish him.

Not that a reason was needed.

"We suffered few losses…tomorrow we will be advancing farther into Poland, we have nearly taken all of it."

Ludwig nodded sharply. Just then the captain and the sharpshooter rushed into the room.

The shooter had scruff on his face, he was lean, gaunt. He had a sharp jaw, and prominent cheekbones. A cigarette was in his mouth, yet he still looked like he was sneering. He had an eye patch over his left eye. The right was a sharp gray. He was shorter than Ludwig, and wore black boots, pants, and shirt and jacket, but he had no swastika armband, and the material was not of an SS officers. The overall look of him screamed 'rebel.'

"This scum is your best sharpshooter?!" Ludwig thundered, slamming his fist on the table.

The officers cringed.

"They saw men with gray eyes have sharp eyes." He remarked from where he stood.

Ludwig glared at him, but he did not flinch.

"What is your name!" he ordered

"Must you know?" he drawled, looking uninterested.

"Yes you one eyed dog!"

The man flipped up his eye patch, showing another gray eye. I've got two of em, and only use one. Less distraction when looking down the barrel. And if you must know, my name is Dirk."

Ludwig glared at the officers. "Why did you bring me this!"

"T-The Prussian's have the best shots sir!"

"Eyes sharp, fingers light." He drawled boredly.

Ludwig huffed in anger, and the officers looked scared for their lives.

I could kill this aggravating fool now…No ill wait, he has a purpose still…

"I will give you orders, and you will follow them, or you will die." He snarled. Not a threat but a promise.

"I love to kill, so I doubt I will disobey."

Maybe I can work with this idiot…

"Your target, is this man. Don't look until you're out of camp. You leave immediately. I want 3 updates a week. Dismissed!" he barked, shoving a folded picture at him, with some writing on the back.

The man left, and the officers glanced at Ludwig.

"You swine are lucky this time." He growled, before stalking off.

Meanwhile, Gil rolled into the driveway of what was once his home.

"Well…I have nothing to do now…" he said to himself

Might as well go back to Prussia…hm I'll steal a few maps and plans from Hitler first, make his life hell…like he made mine.

With that, he went into the house, and to his room, looking for normal clothing.

There's…only…SS uniforms…he thought in shock

He sighed, grabbing one and dressing before rushing back out to th car, in a hurry to leave.

Flying down the roads he ignored all the pain and suffering around him, ignored the boarded shops and posters all about, and got to the building, where he left the car, and stalked into the building.

Walking down the lush halls he got to the corridor with Ludwig's office, and found the door open.

He crept forward, peering behind the door.

A man stood inside, but he turned around.

"Sorry, I wasn't snooping, just looking for General Bielschdmit." The man stated, he was dressed in the SS uniform, with an Iron Cross, and an eye patch.

"You won't find him here." He said strongly, standing tall, looking like a SS officer should.

"Shut the door, please." He asked

Gil looked surprised but did so

Well if he plans on killing me… that's just splendid.

The man extended his hand "We have not introduced. I am Claus von Straffenburg2."

Gil took his hand and shook it "I'm Gilbert Bielschdmit."

He nodded and let go of his hand.

"Then I have something I wish to talk with you about."

I'll be willing to bet this made some people mad…ha LUDDY DON'T CARE! Ah anyway, thanks for reading, and get ready for a bumpy ride…and actually a change of plans. I was kinda gonna end with this chapter, Ludwig being called a monster the big BAM, but a review gave me idea so here we are…

Now update will come…sometime

And as always, reviews and your thoughts are much loved

1 When Julius Caesar crossed the Tiber river into Rome with his army, war ensued. If he crossed it, that was that, no going back. Just a typical saying.

2 Please tell me you know him? Right, no, the winners write the history books. Well if I explain it, it'll spoil the storyline…so google if you want or bear with me and I'll eventually tell you. But if you know him… you get respect and a cookie.