A Brits, a Yankee, a French and a Hun in Gallia

Answering the review

-Don't worry. Feel free to laugh at Maximilian. And don't worry, the tanks will appear.


Interactions: Isara and Hans

After the harsh battle between the Gallian/Allied forces and the Imperial/Soviet army, our heroes were extremely tired, both physically and psychologically. This was by far the harshest battle they had experienced. They were all resting in a way or the other.

The new planes that came to support the Gallians had reached the airport, and were waiting modifications by the Gallian engineers so that they could work on Ragnite. Meanwhile, Hans and Gerhard were talking nearby the airport, near the Me 262 C-2b. They were worried about the recent battle.

«Nun, ich werde nicht lügen, ich bin froh, dass wir es geschafft haben, aber das war viel zu nah für meinen Geschmack. (Well I'm not going to lie, I'm glad that we made it and all, but this was way too close for my liking.)» Hans commented, referring to the recent battle.

Gerhard ironically snickered in agreement. «Da ist nichts falsch, Kumpel. Dies war noch schlimmer als beim letzten Mal. Zumindest vor der Ankunft der Sowjets handelte es sich um Panzerhorden mit beschissener Rüstung und einer schwachen Waffe. Zur Hölle, selbst einige sowjetische Panzermodelle waren damals nicht so schwer. (Nothing wrong there, buddy. This was even worse that the last time. At the very least before the Soviets arrived they were tank hordes with shitty armor and a weak gun. Hell even some Soviet tanks model back in the day were not this hard.)».

Hans quickly turned serious. «Wir können diesen Krieg nicht allein mit unseren Panzern gewinnen. Wenn die Sowjets einen Weg gefunden haben, so viele Panzer in diese Welt zu schicken, könnten wir sie möglicherweise nicht aufhalten. Und während der Edelweiß-Panzer eine gute Leistung erbringt, ist der gallische leichte Panzer möglicherweise der Aufgabe gegen die stärkeren sowjetischen Panzer nicht gewachsen. (We cannot win this war alone only with our tanks. If the Soviets have found a way to sent so many tanks in this world, we might not be able to stop them. And while the Edelweiss tank is performing well, the Gallian light tank might not be up to the task against the Soviet stronger tanks.)».

Gerhard smiled to reassure the German and placed his hand on his shoulder. «Kein Grund zur Sorge. Ich habe einen Plan dafür. Wir werden die Gallier dazu bringen, nach unseren Modellen bessere Panzermodelle zu bauen. Ich habe bereits die Informationen meines Jagdpanzers geschickt. Sie sollten an ihrem eigenen Modell arbeiten, während wir sprechen. (No need to worry. I have a plan for that. We will have the Gallians create better tank models after our models. I've already sent the information of my Jagdpanzer. They should be working on their own model as we speak.)».

Hans raised his eyebrow in confusion. «Bist du sicher, dass es eine gute Idee ist? Ich meine, wir arbeiten daran, Gallia zurückzuerobern, und der Jagdpanzer ist eher ein defensiver Panzer. Ist die Industrie in Gallien nicht in einer Katastrophe? (Are you sure it's a good idea? I mean, we're working on recapturing Gallia, and the Jagdpanzer is more of a defensive tank. Plus, isn't the Gallian industrial situation in utter catastrophe?)».

«Nun, wenn Sie die Modelle Ihres Panzers an die Gallier schicken, werden sie möglicherweise Tigerpanzer produzieren. Außerdem erholt sich die Branche, und zumindest fehlt es uns nicht an Kraftstoff. (Well, if you send the models of your tank to the Gallians they might start producing Tiger tanks. Besides, the industry is recovering, and at least we don't lack fuel.)» Gerhard responded. Hans nodded in agreement, as he was satisfied by his plan.

However, the two felt that something was wrong in the air. «Äh ... Hans? Warum fühle ich mich wirklich schlecht Stimmung? (Uh...Hans? Why do I feel really bad vibes?)» Gerhard asked partly pale. However, the two calmed down almost immediately after they realized it was just Isara being a bit of a creep.

Since the first day the planes arrived, she was either a little creep sneaking around and hugging them creepily, or a hyperactive ball of energy jumping around near them, and sometimes both. She had a look of pure child like amazement, curiosity and happiness as she analyzed the Me 262 C-2b.

«Such a pretty plane! That slick design! I love it! It's a true marvel of engineering!» she exclaimed as her big eyes sparkled in excitement, not noticing Gerhard and Hans. «Interested in aviation, little cheese-head?» Hans teased her, causing her to jump like a little bunny.

She turned red for a while from the embarrassment. «Sorry, it's just that…..all of these planes! I just want to analyze them all! Before the war started I was working on making my own plane, which my father designed before passing away. He never managed to build it.».

She had a relatively sad face after talking about her father. She was not related by blood with the Gunther, but her father was a close friend of Welkin dad, and when he passed away, she was adopted by the Gunther family. However, her moment of sadness quickly passed as she turned toward Hans.

«But the ones from your world topple anything that the model I had in mind! Their structure! Their armament! Everything!» she exclaimed. However, she then turned to the Me 262 C-2b. «However this seems even more amazing! It can fly even without the help of a propeller. How does it work?».

Hans walked forward with a smile on his face. «Well, that's because this plane is even more advance than anything that the Allied command could even thing. It works thanks to a Jet engine.» he responded. Isara tilted her head around in confusion.

«Jet engine? What is that? Can you tell me?» she asked with childlike innocence. Hans patted her head. He liked this little girl. She was starting to be like a daughter for him. [And before you ask, no. No Hans/Isara shipping. We're in Italy god damn it, I ain't making a pedo relation. Understood!?] Anyway back to the plot.

«Well, a jet engine is a type of reaction engine discharging a fast-moving jet that generates thrust by jet propulsion. And a jet propulsion is the propulsion of an object in one direction, produced by ejecting a jet of fluid in the opposite direction.» Hans continued.

«Wow! Interesting! So essentially instead of having a propeller giving power to the plane, you have a liquid that propulse an object toward a general direction! I wanna build one! I'll build it inspiring it to your Me 262.» she exclaimed happily. Hans scratched his head in embarrassment.

«Well…if you DO….just make sure that it doesn't break any five seconds. Oh, and the engines, try to position them in a way that they cannot be targeted so easily, and make sure that they don't burn down. The Me 262 HAS some problems, but I'm sure that you can work on them.» Hans responded.

«Oh…ok.» she happily responded. A short silence followed. «Sooo…..Isara….when we were in the ruin….did you-» Hans tried to say something, but was interrupted by Isara. «Hear you saying that you would slaughter all Darcsen haters and Valkyria in the world? Yeah, I did.» she interrupted him.

Hans raised an eyebrow. «And….are you not mad?» he asked confused. She chuckled at the question. «Don't worry. I'm sure you were just angry. Besides, you always were on my side, alongside the one of my Darcsen brothers and sisters. Other than Welkin, the rest of the Allied command and maybe Alicia, you're the first to not look down on me.» she answered honestly.

He sighed, but was interrupted by Isara. «And yeah. I know. I know that Germany has invaded a lot of countries in your world and killed many innocent people. Squire told me everything when he was teleported to Bruhl. [There is not going to be a "big reveal scene" in this fanfiction.]» she said.

Hans scratched the back of his head in confusion. «And…you're fine with it?» he asked confused. «What?! No! No way in hell!» she exclaimed. «But just because some of you committed atrocities does not mean that all of you were murderous fucks!» she commented more calmly.

She then put her hand on the man shoulder. «For example, you seem different than what Squire describe when talking about the Germans. You're kind, brave, ready to sacrifice yourself for others….You don't look like a bad person. And even before you knew I was a Darcsen you threatened Rosie to protect me.».

Hans simply gave her a puzzling look. «There's something that I don't understand, really. Why do people hate Darcsen? I mean, sure, the Darcsen calamity probably happened, but it was millennia's ago! You guys haven't done anything wrong this whole time!» he exclaimed lightly.

Isara shrugged her shoulders. «I dunno. Why did you persecute the Jews? What did they do?» she asked. She expected the man to be unable to respond, that he understood that the human mind can be sick. But instead….

«Well, how about the fact that the Jews own the wealth, and the fact that it's likely that they funded both the communist movements and caused Germany defeat in the first world war.» was Hans response. Isara remained silent. «Oh. I was actually counting on the fact that you had no reason. S-still, it's a bad reason!» she exclaimed.

Hans sighed. «Yeah. I know. We really did NOT think this through when the Führer came to power. Germany was in a pretty bad shape back then. The economy was really bad and there were many protests.» Hans responded. « Jordaan riots big?» Isara asked.

«Well, you could say that.» was Hans response. Isara then massaged her chin. «Now that I think about it, it's kind of the Entente fault. They should not have punished you so hard for the Great War.» she commented. «Finally! Someone who gets it!» Hans exclaimed.

Isara sighed. «God I hope people realize it. I hope that in the future there won't be stories about how all Germans were evil. [Or something even more stupid like having a German empire forming during the times of the Roman empire, having them never collapse and be racist towards us Darcsens from the beginning and also being evil and imperialist, then having the United States being some super duper benevolent nation that steps in to protect Gallia.]» she commented.

«[That sounds so stupid! What sick idiot could even thing of such a story!? Not to mention how racist toward the German it is! No matter how good you write it, it will still be extremely bad!]» Hans exclaimed. Another short silence followed. «Anyway Hans, could you please help me? I would like to improve the Edelweiss. Could I have some specification from your Tiger tank?» she asked.

«Why of course! I'm coming right away.» he responded. The two walked toward the garage where the Edelweiss was stationated, like a father with her daughter going on a tank museum.


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