Hi, so here is the long awaited second part to my original story, 'A Sister's Love'. This stand alone takes place from the point of view of Louisa whose story was touched upon in Liesl and Brigitta's story.

This story again takes place over the entirety of the Second World War and some events might be missed or glossed over. This story does take some liberates with American troop movement in Europe and the role of spies during the war. Any inaccuracies I do apologise for.

Spelling and grammar are not my strongest point so please keep that in mind when reading this story.

Disclaimer-Nothing is mine apart from some OCs that might crop up down the road.

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Poetic Justice

A Parallel Story to 'A Sister's Love'. Louisa Von Trapp learns the hard way about love, loss and life as World War II erupts all around her.


Chapter 1-The End Is At Hand.

As the Von Trapps hide in the abbey a terrible accident leaves them separated and changes their lives forever.


She was hiding behind a gravestone.

Of all of the things that she had envisioned doing tonight this was not one of them.

It was not that Louisa Von Trapp at the age of fourteen (her birthday having been during those glorious months where her father was planning his wedding to her governess—now her new mother) was ignorant. She wasn't. Not really. She knew that Hitler and his horde had taken over her country on the slightest provocation needed, she had known it the night that Brigitta had woken her up to tell her, her silly little sister listening intently to the radio, waiting for the moment that would change their country forever. Change their lives forever. Change the world forever.

She had known what a German invasion had meant, Though she might not have acted like it she knew what was going on in the world. Her safe space might be outdoors but Louisa knew enough to know what a man like Hitler was, what his political ideals were and it turned her stomach to think that there were people out there who could actually believe such rubbish with such conviction. To her the blaming of the Jews for the world's problems…the belief that everyone secretly was or wished to be a German at heart was nothing short of horse…well…you get the point. Either way Louisa was not stupid. She knew what the invasion (for there was no other word for it whatever the world—and the Austrian press might say) meant for her and her family.

She knew down in her bones that her father who had been given medals by the Emperor, who had served with pride for Austria all his life was not going to suddenly switch sides and salute that God-awful flag. She knew that down in her very soul. So while it had been gut recaching to be told that they had no choice but to flee their house, their country and their lives like common criminals on the one night, no on the first night that they were all together again.

It was supposed to be the golden time for them, for the first time they were a family again and though Louisa could never be called a romantic (even at fourteen) she had to admit that even she could acknowledge that with the arrival of her mother—her stepmother it was like the puzzle piece that was missing in their family had been corrected. It was supposed to be the time where everything was going right.

And now here she was with only a handful of her most personal possessions squatting behind a tombstone as the gates began to rattle…

Carefully she closed her eyes and tucked her necklace into her hand and then pressed her lips against it. It had been a pendant of her mother's that she had taken long ago when her father had been in Vienna in some vein attempt to see if he cared. He had not. God knows her mother had, had enough jewellery over the course of their marriage for him not to notice the small gold pendant going missing.

It had a small depiction of St Christopher, the patron saint of travellers wishing them good look and while she had been in there she had taken another solid bit of gold, a small rectangle of gold, a charm that she tucked onto the chain. There were seven of them each with their initials and she thought that perhaps her mother had gotten one with the birth of every child—if so considering she was dead almost as soon as Gretel was born she had ordered the last one pretty quick. There was a small diamond under the L on hers and she had taken it and tucked it away to. It had not been difficult to confuse it with the red ruby that accompanied the other L.

She tucked both of them up near her biting down on her glove as she saw the swing of the light come closer, they seemed to take an age checking the two headstones that they were hiding behind. It was as if they knew…as if they knew that they were hiding there and they were looking for even the most slimmest of slim proof so that they could kick down the gates of this most holy place and drag them out kicking and screaming.

Breathe in, breathe out Louisa. Just breathe, there is nothing to stop you breathing but yourself.

Typical. After so long of ignoring her it was the housekeeper she thought of now. The housekeeper that had she suspected had on more than one occasion turned a blind eye to what they were doing simply because she too didn't like the governess in that moment.

But she listened anyway.

Liesl had been peering round the edge of the stone she was crouched behind and then suddenly she reared backwards as if she had seen a snake the gasp tumbling from her lips before she could stop it. She saw her father turn his head sharply but Liesl was looking at something else for a second and then for one second the blue of her eyes met Louisa's own.

Oh shit.

It was Rolfe.

She was the only one really who knew the full extent of what had gone down between her sister and the telegram boy. She suspected that their mother had pried the story out of her sister at some point but before Maria it had been her and Liesl gossiping about boys and lipstick and romance and it was to her that her big sister looked too. Louisa couldn't offer her any kind of comfort not just because she was hidden behind a stone but also because there was nothing else to say. She had suspected that Rolfe had defected when she had seen him this morning (Christ was it really just this morning?) in that uniform. She knew from what Liesl had been saying that he and his family had pro-German interests that it probably wouldn't take much to convince him but that was when Hitler was just a threat over the border. Now he had actually invaded and was showing no sign of leaving now his feet were safely under the table.

So locked was Louisa in her own thoughts of this world which this morning had been…well…not stable but bright enough and was now tumbling to her feet that she didn't realise that Friedrich was grabbing her by her elbow. Her older brother had an expression on his face that said that he too was finding this beyond words and for a second sibling rivalry was put aside and they linked their fingers together. Gretl was already next to their mother and Louisa was in no doubt that soon she was going to be on her hip. Gretl was lucky…she was young enough to think this was all a game, a fairy story that would be over soon and something that you would tell your children about. Louisa looked at her and thought that her reality and her understanding was a lot different and a lot harsher.

"Car" Friedrich muttered. "And then on the mountains on foot"

"Well you and I will manage" Louisa said with a sharp grin and Friedrich grinned back. The two of them lived for the outdoors, this was easy for them. That being said it was not going to be easy for the rest of them. Brigitta especially she knew would struggle with what was going on.

And just as it looked like for some reason they may make it out of this with everything that mattered intact Rolfe stepped out from behind a pillar like some devil in disguise and it all went to shit.

She wasn't sure what started it off. She wasn't sure weather or not it would make a damn difference looking back. One minute they were watching the eight of them, their mother included as their father tried to convince Rolfe to put down his rifle, to convince him that there was a world out there that he deserved to be a part of. That he was Austrian, that he didn't deserve to be blown apart on the battlefield of the war that was sure to come.

After all, you didn't need to be Brigitta with all her books and knowledge and expertise to know that Hitler had to be stopped. Weather or not it was the British or the Americans or even the bloody French there would have to be a point where one country drew a line in the sand and said clear as day that this was the end of the world as they knew it (again) if the Germans stepped over it.

And you didn't have to be Brigitta with all her books and knowledge and expertise to know that Germany would step over that line. Again and again and again.

And just when she thought it was going to happen it didn't. Because the boy Rolfe had been, the boy Liesl had loved was gone and Louisa had understood that even when her father and her sister could not. The generation of boys like Friedrich, like Kurt who were all supposed to grow up to be men in peace were gone and there was nothing left.

There was no point in trying to save someone who didn't have to be saved.

And the second Rolfe blew the whistle they were running and even though they were running, even though they knew what they were doing and there had been a plan from the start when they had stepped foot into the convent it all promptly (said reverently of course) went to hell.


Looking back even years later, even when she asked Liesl and Brigitta the exact same question Louisa was not sure how it happened. Their father was not sure how it happened. Nobody was sure about how it had happened. One minute they had all been running and she had been with Friedrich who was dragging along Marta in a way that was none to gentle.

He threw her into the car and then Kurt was there with Gretel. He climbed in as well just as their mother came around the corner her handbag swinging from side to side.

"Get in the car…NOW!"

She didn't need telling twice. It didn't matter that Maria had only been her mother for a month or so. Louisa reacted on instinct and instinct alone told her when that tone was used she did what she was told.

But still she couldn't move as fast as she wanted to. There was a sense of something in the air that made her want to pause. Looking back she thought it might have been her instincts telling her what had happened.

She didn't know. But what she did know if from that moment on her instincts would rule her decision making. Regardless of the consequences.

(But that's for another time)

Friedrich pulled her into the car and their father was there and the door opened one more and it was chaos and carnage. She couldn't see anything other than Marta who had somehow ended on her lap and the car was speeding away at such a speed that it was taking all she had to keep her dinner down inside of her.

They drove in the night for a long time until they reached the foot of the mountains and Louisa shoved Marta off her with annoyance. She could not stop herself from feeling anger. She was no longer scared just furious and she couldn't help but feel out of control, out of her body, out of her mind. She couldn't help but feel like they had turned their backs on the fight and had ran away and though she didn't know then that she had the option that many others would not, that many others would never get the chance to…well…she was only human after all.

Friedrich staggered out the car after her passing her, her rucksack with shaking hands. She took it and carefully neither of them commented on the fact that they were both shaking with emotion.

Some things didn't need to be said between siblings…no matter how hard or how often they fought.

Louisa scrubbed a hand over her face wiping away any…well…anything that might be there. She pressed her hands into her face and tried to blot out the last fifteen minutes. It didn't work but the stars appearing behind her eyelids helped somewhat to distract her.

It was only when Friedrich spoke his voice coated in a terrible horror that she opened her eyes again.

"Father, where are Liesl and Brigitta?"


And there you go, please let me know what you think and I will do my best to bring you the next chapter sooner rather than later.

Next Chapter-Liesl and Friedrich take over with their siblings as they try to escape Austria, there is no sign of either one of her sisters and something is wrong with Maria.