1971
"Ludwig! Do pay attention, this is all very important."
Ludwig jerked out of his chair and cleared his throat, looking over at the Olympic Committee, all watching him with earnest. "My apologies. I, ah, must not have gotten much sleep the night before…" he said, clearing his throat.
"Is there something on your mind?"
The German shifted, clearing his throat before looking back at them. "Have you, um, heard if East Germany will be in attendance?"
The men all glanced at each other. "It shall. It is preparing its athletes."
Ludwig straightened in his seat. "I see. Well, um, do you know if the representative of East Germany will be in attendance. We should probably find out for…housing purposes." A terrible farce, and they saw right through it.
"Your brother has already been forbidden by the Soviet Union to attend the games."
Ludwig slunk back in his seat. "I see," he said, trying not to sound as absolutely heartbroken as he felt. He already found himself wanting to drift off again, past the cityscape of Bonn, back to Berlin where he belonged - where his brother was, beyond that dreadful wall and suffocating oppression.
He had hoped, perhaps the Olympics would be his chance, to show Gilbert just how far he had come and just how much he wanted to see him, wanted him back.
But it would have to wait for another time.
A/N: The 1972 Olympics were held in Munich, West Germany, Of course today it is known for the Munich Massacre, however despite that it was a successful Olympics.
It is interesting to note that East Germany beat out the West in success - East Germany took home 66 medals, including 20 gold, while West Germany claimed 40, with 13 gold.