Thursday, April 11, 2097

Not everyone in the Great-Hungarian Kingdom agrees with the new social situation and with the war. They have moved to the eastern border, down south, where they are not affected by so many things. They are checked monthly by the Royal Army, and if they find no signs of resistance or betrayal, they are left alone. However, there are a few Hungarians who are not satisfied with this and put German soldiers directly in their homes. They celebrate these occasions by eating and drinking and speaking with each other in German, as they were forced to learn to speak German at the border of Austria, though not the same dialect, but they understand, if they so desire, both sides. But unfortunately, if these actions are discovered, the army will take the Hungarian people away and no one will see them again, they will only receive letters, which are only sure from who they received because they have the same writing style. For this reason, Hungarians, who are as disgusting as they are, but dare to confront their homeland, are becoming less and less. There really is only a handful, so they always take turns hiding enemy soldiers.

Today is one such day, as the Héderváry family tidying up and settling for the guests arriving in the evening. A girl in a pretty dress in her early 10s steps in front of the landlady and shows her bleeding little finger. The older woman, wearing a beautiful green folk costume, uses a bandage to cover the wound and give her a healing kiss. The young girl thanks with a curtsey for her kindness and goes to help her little brother, who tries to lift a box but fails. With his sister, the two pick it up and move it away. So far, the landlady goes out with a big basket in her hand and spreads the wet clothes on the clothesline. Her pinner is suddenly picked up by the strong wind outside and blown away towards a nearby forest. The lady's long, bright, light brown hair unfolds and the wild wind rises the curls. She drops down the heavy basket and runs after the pinner across the meadow where the grass reaches to her shoulders. She runs while she doesn't pay attention to her atmosphere and the sun shines into her eyes, but with confidence, almost blind, runs after the headscarf. Like this, mo one would even notice that, a group of men passes just 100m away only when the wind direction changes, this blowing the pinner in another direction, forcing her to turn around. Then she starts waving her hand and shouting in German.

'Bitte (please)!'

They don't notice her at first, but as she approaching, they are notice and run after the pinner. As she gets closer, they seem to be able to drive up each other to acquire the pinner. The lady stops and starts to look at the men in confuse. But suddenly, the mob is finishing the 'killing' and sigh frustratedly when one caught the headscarf. He grins widely and uttered words of victory to his companions. He kisses the pinner, then turns around and goes to the pretty young lady. He stretches out the cloth and kneels in front of the woman, who gently holds her right hand to her heart. The soldier says.

'Ich bin froh dich kennenzulernen (I am honored to meet you).'

The lady takes the pinner and covers her hair under her pinner.

'Why should such a beauty wear a pinner, Erzsébet (Elizabeth) Héderváry?'

'Hah, how do you know I'm me?'

Asks the Hungarian woman back.

'Because that is how beautiful I imagine a helper of the good German soldiers.'

Erzsébet rolls her eyes.

'Then you really are Germans, but don't dote it that much.'

She beckons to the rest, who immediately follow the lady.

In outside at the family house, the younger siblings are lined up, meaning that only two of them, with the boy's offering his right hand to shake, and the girl is greeting the soldiers with a curtsy. Erzsébet joins to them and introduces herself remarkably.

'My little brother Ferenc (Francis) and my younger sister Mária (Mary). My name is Erzsébet Héderváry and the landlady and boss of the house. Please have fun at our home and be good friends. '

She lets them in, but she stays outside to do the rest of the housework.

In the evening, the guests sat around a huge table and the hosts brought dinner to the table. Hungry German soldiers are tapping their cutlery on the table and yelling in German, which of course Elizabeth understands, the younger ones partly, but that's not that much trouble. The lady of the house brings in a huge pot and puts it on the table so that the whole room shakes. The soldiers cheerfully exclaim, then take off the cover and bring one of the most typical Hungarian gastronomic delights to their eyes; the goulash soup. They are immediately quarreled over who has the first spoon as Erzsébet leaves the dining room and goes to an other small room where her siblings are waiting. They lay the table seperated where they could no longer hear the German language and where they can be in peace. Erzsébet stands to her place and raises her hands to a half-height, and her siblings stand up. She would have begun prayer before eating, but then someone knocks on the doorposts and when Erzsi turns, it turns out that the soldier who caught her headscarf in the morning.

'Was willst du?(What do you want?)'

The landlady asks with surprisingly good pronunciation and grammar.

'The guys broke my chair and I thought you would let me in.'

He steps shyly inside a little.

'Only on condition that you will not be loud.'

'Okay!'

He quickly goes back for his own dose and sits down in the small family circle. He begins to spoon the soup so fast that it disappears in a moment, with little Ferenc blinking big, and he tries do the same, but he keeps spilling the soup back from the spoon to the bowl. His sisters are not very concerned about this and leave the boy to find out that he will not succeed. Finally, the German soldier pities the boy and sits down to show him how.

'Look, pull the spoon closer to the plate and put it closer to your mouth. So less is going out.'

As he says, he slowly shows it, though there is nothing in his plate. Suddenly, Mária stands up from the table and leaves the room with her nose raised, speaking Hungarian.

'Nem bírok enni több levest, ez barbár étel, inkább hozom a másodikat.'

Then grunting for more words, she leaves the room finally. Erzsébet sighs hard and picks up the plate, which is almost full. She puts it in front of the soldier, who looks up curiously.

'You must eat, because you will fight ...'

'Én nem (I do not).'

He answers slightly broken, but in Hungarian. Meanwhile, he leans back on his chair and takes the plate off the table.

'But I accept it.'

He goes on to do this in German and starts eating again, and the soup disappears again in no time. 'What do you mean by that?'

'I am the only doctor who was sent to take care of these idiots and examine their health and the food they receive.'

Erzsébet picks up the plates and, after putting them down, sits back to the table and listens to the soldier's doctor.

'Really, I haven't asked your name yet.'

'Gilbert Beilschimdt, but pals only call me Gil.'

Meanwhile, he gets up and reaches into his right front pocket to take his phone out. He picks up and starts speaking a longer German monologue.

They also took out a second meal for the soldiers, dödölle (it's a potato thing in Hungary) with sour cream and onions. At the small family table, Gilbert still sitting there and eating in silence.
After dinner, they packed everything together and sat in the living room, which is big enough for everyone. Erzsébet gets up from one of the armchairs and spreads her hands.

'Who asks for some Hungarian pálinka (it's a Hungarian alcohol)?'

Every soldier yells a clear international "hurray" to bring all that she can.

'Okay, but I need a helper.'

Gilbert gets up from between two soldiers, one of whom smiles a little. The two of them go out and head towards a cellar where, surprisingly, there is no darkness. They go down the stairs and stop at a crate, where she starts to take out the bottles and gives 4 to the German, and keeps 2 with her.

'We can go.'

Gilbert, like a good boy, turns around and goes back up the stairs and then into the room. He puts the bottles on a coffee table full of ash, as a few soldiers smoke, and the whole house smells like it. Luckily, while their sister was away for that 1 minute, the little siblings opened the windows. The noise of the party will not be heard anywhere because they are in the middle of nowhere. Erzsébet opens two bottles that she has brought and distributes to the soldiers who drink from the caps of their flask. She goes away again, but now she is the only one, what notices Gilbert and when he finishes the conversation, he goes after her.

Sunday, March 17, 2097

At Vargas residence there is a big celebration as the big day has come and all friends and family members, except one, have been invited. The two of the siblings have become a year older today and Feliciano is now a full-fledged adult. Everybody eats and drinks a bit and the musician guests also improvised a band. So there is music, no problem. Although there is someone who doesn't enjoys the party, and of course this is Lovino, who, instead of the party, enjoys the evening chirping of the birds in the garden and smiles at them. There's a whole glass of champagne next to him in the grass, which he has unfolded but has not yet drank.

'What are you doing here?' T

Italian turns around and sees his brother just about to sit down next to him.

'No need for this, you just go back to celebrate without me.'

'But this is your day too.'

Lovino now drinks little and lays down.

'I am celebrating Mom now.'

He returns to a sit and drinks again of the contents of the glass, which is already half empty. His brother caresses his brother's head anxiously but then goes back to the house, where the old man's loud singing can be heard.

It's late, and as the alcohol ran out, so did the guests. In the end, however, that was only one unbridled drinking. It was like when Lovi turned to 16, 6 years ago. 6 years ago, huh? Back then, I was just a little lazy-ass, I had not really a goal, I just wanted to travel. Then, when my plane was launched, the first attack from the Hungarians was launched, though it was also spoiled, so the missile has come so far. If Antonio couldn't be there then I would die of blood loss. After I recovered, I must have quit this wild dream. I realized that being a doctor would be an important and useful thing for years to come. Iulius gasped, running into the garden, where Lovi sits up.

'Your brother is lost!'

In only just a second, he jumps up and runs to the town.

A German military establishment

Feliciano finds himself in a strange gray room where it's cool. He would wrinkle himself, but he finds his hands in a handcuff, which scares him and starts to squirm back and forth.

'Aiuto! Aiuto! (help! help!)'

An angry, uniformed figure comes in through a metal door that closes loudly afterwards. With a serious, frightening face, he sits down against the Italian and starts looking at some papers. From the side pocket on the left side of his coat, he takes out his glasses and starts reading.

'Illegal border crossing, singing a forbidden song, insulting one of our officers and more.'

He takes off his glasses and puts them on the table, then clutches his fingers and looks at Feliciano, who swallows.

'I just want it short. Who sent you? '

'Non capisco (I don't understand)!'

The Italian is trying to defend himself, though he sees that it will not be easy to convince a German soldier of his innocence.

'Conosco anche l'italiano (I know Italian too). So, are you talking or not?'

He seems very frustrated and he is close to go haywire. He alternately move the eyebrows upwards and the German takes a deep breath.

'So who are you working for?'

'Nobody'

'So you are working alone...'

He writes down this on one of the papers in front of him and looks at Feliciano again.

'Have you been arrested?' '

Never!'

The soldier does as he did in the previous case.

'Why do you need that, sir?'

'Here I am, the one who asks, you shut up!'

The door opens again and another man enters. He punches the previous one and smiles kindly at the Italian.

'Buongiorno! My name is Gilbert, he's my brother; Ludy. He is so strict with you because he had to stay inside because of you. If you want the baby boy to snooze as soon as possible...'

The other one who turned out to be Ludy is grumbling and then going out the door, which slammed again.

'...then tell me everything about yourself.'

'I love doing that! My name is Feliciano Vargas, I turned to 16 on the 17th of May. I may have been drinking a little too much, so I got here.'

He scratches his head and smiles.

'Well, that was enough to turn out ... you're innocent.'

The Italian jumps up and starts jumping alongside the German with joy.

'Thank you ...'

'But you can't go yet. For security's sake, we'll look over some papers and then take you home.'

He gets up from the chair and leaves the Italian in the room alone. Outside, Ludwig was watching the whole thing on a secret camera, sitting in a chair and holding his hands crossed. He's still staring at the monitor and thinking about something. '

Is him really the grandson of Vargas?'

In the meantime, he looks again at a few papers, which he then scans and saves to a new folder, on the computer, called "Vargas."

Friday, August 13, 2094

The last day of the week, though it doesn't matter if there is war. The soldiers of the German Empire were just beginning to invade the French Republic, which suffered both ides. At one of the North Coast military bases, however, another attack plan against the Czechs. In the gloomy, long, dark corridor of the base, a younger, blond-haired, blue-eyed Private rushes purposefully. When he passes a salute of two or more Senior Soldiers, he hurries on. When he reaches the end, he knocks on the left office door and when the answer is.

'Come in.'

Then he goes in with a definite step. He stops at the door and stands upright, hands tight against his thigh.

'Sir, the Italians are only willing to negotiate if the military sends an envoy who has not been on the front line, or has killed or wounded anyone.'

The Lieutenant General rises from his comfortable armchair and puts the book he is reading on the table beside him and puts his pipe out of his mouth.

'Then? Why hasn't someone been sent?'

The Private pulls himself even further, though he would prefer to sink in fear. He answers in a trembling voice.

'Every one of our soldiers has already injured someone.'

The piper delves deep into his thoughts and looks out the window behind him. After a while he turns back like as he did the hardest mathematical equation to win the Nobel Prize (though there is really no Nobel Prize in Mathematics).

'Soldier! You will be the one who goes to the meeting as an ambassador!'

'What? But since I'm just a private person, I take care of clothes, clean up and carry messages.'

The Lieutenant General approaches the private and places his hands firmly on his shoulder.

'Ludwig Beilschmidt, I am now give the charge of the task for you. And if you refuse, you can say goodbye to the military.'

Ludwig swallows and cold runs on his back. I don't want to die on the battlefield, but they pay too well anyway. He nods, then the Lieutenant General goes back to his desk and pulls out a drawer. He starts researching it until he finally takes out a box. He goes back to Ludwig and takes a badge out of the box and puts it on the Pivate's coat.

'You are now the official military ambassador of the German Empire.'

The rookie ambassador salutes and leaves the room. Outside in the corridor, he moves at such a fast pace that he can only greet the other soldiers with just one fast arm swing.

Ludwig leaves the helicopter, which took him to Italy that afternoon. They landed not far from Rome, because this is an informal meeting and citizens would be frightened if a German vehicle landed near them. At the meeting place, there is an off-road vehicle to which the German slowly wanders. He sits back and waits for a red-haired man wearing sunglasses and a wide smile on his face. He's got a suit and a pretty little hat. When the car starts, he turns to Ludwig and speaks English with an Italian accent.

'The meeting will be in 10 minutes.'

Ludwig does not pay much attention to the Italian, who puts his feet on the German legs, so the 10cm pin heel is clearly visible on his boots. The German had been looking at the back of the seat in front of him so far, but he was no longer tolerating this naughtiness.

'Excuse you.'

'At last you speak to me.'

He takes off his glasses and shakes his eyelashes. He looks at Ludwig charmingly with his pink eyes, and then smiles prophetically.

'My name is Luciano Vargas, if everything goes according to my plan, I will be President of Italy. I'd love to work with the Germans.'

Meanwhile he is stretching out his right hand and widening his eyes well, which almost encourages the German to accept the handshake.

'Ludwig Beilschmidt, Military Ambassador.'

The off-road vehicle suddenly stops and the two rear seat passengers get out. They are in front of a simple building, of course, because they need to melt into the crowd as much as possible. They enter the door and a policeman stands inside with a sloppy posture. Goes closer to the German and measures it well.

'What is this, after all? I asked for a soldier, not a mop boy.'

Ludwig is embarrassed, but salutes and shows his Italian knowledge a little.

'Mi chiamo Ludwig Beilschmidt (my name is Ludwig Beilschmidt).'

He says it with a wrong pronunciation and pronounces "chi-amo" instead of "chi-chano". The Italian policeman looks at him even worse than before.

'Where did you earned your Italian knowledge? And I'd bet you're not an ambassador for 5 hours! What, is there no one else in your race who hasn't caught a gun yet?!'

Luciano stands between them and calms down, but the policeman won't let him.

'Go back to the other dogs!'

The cop spits on the floor with a bit of inverse of his work and knocks Ludwig out the door with one hand.

Sunday, March 17, 2097

Ludwig gets up from the computer and leaves his brother behind, though he tells him more.

'If he is a Vargas, he is not friendly to the Germans. It's the best if we execute him.'

Gilbert can't say anything about it, and he sees a young non-aggressive boy on the monitor who hopes to get out soon.

Wednesday, March 20, 2097

Feliciano has been home again for half a week. When he got back to his family, the joy was great, though it was Lovino who was most concerned. Most of what happened could have been told by the lost, though he could not tell names and rank to anyone. And this is what his grandfather appreciates, because it would only trouble them to release such confidential information without permission.

It's just a modest family dinner at the nice restaurant, and luckily, no one else is coming to steal time from the family. They are really quiet, cultured eating and talking about their day. Pleasant jazz song in the background and since it's evening, the cozy lights are on, which will dazzle your eyes when you look on it but it wouldn't hurt. Feli is having fun with the lamps while laughing softly, though Lovi would like to climb the wall because of that. Marcello goes to the Vargas guests and brings his little notebook.

'What can I bring to the gentlemen?'

The brothers look at each other murderously and the owner describes his routine with a broad smile.

'You Iulius?'

'Get your best red wine and some good meaty food.'

Marcello nods and goes back to the kitchen where he places his order, then he goes back to the counter and fetches the wine, which he gives to the old man without a word, giving him no glass. Then he goes to talk to the other guests.

They are slowly finishing up their dinner when a new musician steps on stage and holds an acoustic guitar. When he sits down on the bar stool, he starts playing an old Spanish songs. Lovino grabs his head, though he returns to the pizza soon. Iulius is already red of the wine and he is asking his younger grandson.

'I have wanted to ask for a long time, but I have always forgotten it.'

He puts the bottle on the table and finds it hard to support himself.

'Who is your girlfriend?'

The siblings look at each other like they have heard the most unexpected thing. They almost spit out the food they swallowed.

'You can not lie! You always post flowers, letters and chocolates to an other address. I read that you were sending them to Paris.'

Feliciano gently wipes the tomato sauce from the edge of his mouth and pulls himself out, then begins to speak softly.

'Grandfather, I really ...'

'No lies!'

The young man pushes himself slightly back from the table and looks at his brother, who nods.

'The thing is, I don't have a girlfriend but a boyfriend.'

Iulius frowned at the empty glass what he drank.

'I can not understand ...'

'Papa, I have homosexual feelings.'

The old man takes a little duckling picture and looks out the window.

'I really ...'

'No, no, no ... no problem, only if I was a little clearer I could think better of the...'

'Situation?'

Lovino finishes the old man's sentence, leaning back on the table. After a few minutes of sitting down, he gets up slowly and goes to the counter where he starts crying to Marcello, who listens to him like a good friend.

Thursday, March 21, 2097

Lovino came out of the room just to ate his bread with honey and then went back to his room. He is preparing for a special medical exam, as he was too sick in the previous semester and nearly died. So he talked to his teachers after he recovered that he would take the exam at the end of March.
A gentle knock is heard on his door and after rubbing his eyes he stands up and opens the door. He's not surprised that his brother wants to come in.

'What do you want?'

'I am just wondering what you're learning ...'

Lovi raises his left eyebrow and prepares to close the door as Feli puts her foot there.

'No! I just ... want to know you are okay?'

The elder's heart softens on the little brother and lets him in after an eye spin.

4063 words. There is the new chapter and I corrected the previous one mistakes. I hope you enjoy this story :)
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