Okay, obviously some devotion is being put into this story, although I prefer to get to the meat of the matter rather quickly. I don't think I should in this story; otherwise it won't make sense to you readers.

So bear with me for a bit, once we get through the exposition we can dive deeper into the drama…and if possible the more sexual stuff. I'm not obsessed with it or anything, but I feel like no one wants to write about two inexperienced teenagers doing the nasty and making it sound real.
And because they were born before video porn or the internet was invented, I doubt they'd be that dramatic or awesome at it.

So, I'm hoping through advancing their age the whole sexual crap that comes out of it will be worth reading. So yeah…that's why their older. There is no History lesson behind it; I just wanted their sex to be better. So once again, without anymore inappropriate delay, here you go.

Chapter 2

Aero planes flew above Alek, as he ran through blood stained sands, Alek could feel his muscles tense at the sight of approaching walkers. He raised his newly acquired British rifle and shot at the closets Walker's viewports, now almost entirely covered to prevent anymore bullets from entering.

Despite the danger Alek was putting himself through; he couldn't let the British fight alone in this battle, he had to do something. He ducked down behind a protruding boulder, waiting for the Walker to get close enough to him. From a distance he could hear the Leviathan's men and animals attack the Germans and their machines, at this angle it was hard to tell who was winning.

He quickly pushed his copper hair away from his eyes; and readjusted his rifle above his shoulder, he then dug around in his jacket. His grabbed something small and round, he pulled it out in order to bring light to the still inactive grenade he had salvaged from one of an already dead German, it was powerful enough to roast ten Darwenist's, so it was certainly powerful enough to take down a Walker. In his mind he did his best to come up with a plan to remove that Walker from his way.

No matter what he had to get through this, he had to get to the barracks.

He fired his rifle at the Walker's legs, causing its gun turrets to aim just in front of it. The perfect angle for his little bomb to go through. He pulled the pin out with his teeth and pulled his arm back as far as it would go.

This has to be perfect.

With that desperate thought he flung his arm forward, and with all the force of fate itself the grenade slipped passed the thin viewports and into the cabin.
Before the men could even pick it up or retaliate, Alek could feel the bomb explode as he dived to the floor, avoiding the flying shrapnel, along with that explosion came a huge teeth shattering boom echoing through the entire battle field. For a moment Alek was too dazed to move, his hands felt numb and his brain felt muddled. But nonetheless he had a mission to complete.

He didn't even allow his vision to clear up as he stood on shaky legs and once again started on his mad pursuit.

Bruno shortly knocked on the Emperor's terrace door, trying his best to make himself look presentable for what he was about to tell his Majesty.

"Enter." The emperor replied, all the while staying completely still, as he watched the clouds pass by above his third floor balcony. Without needing to turn, Emperor Aleksander already knew it was his ever faithful butler Bruno.

"What is it Bruno?" Alek asked not unkindly, but still turned away from him.

"Your majesty, as you requested, I have found that the Leviathan is set to port this afternoon at three o' clock."

It was difficult for Bruno to tell what the Emperors thoughts were as he remained perfectly still, his maroon robe though loosely bound, whipped around his calves and torso. After serving the Emperor for all these years Bruno was use to the Emperors casual state and pondering thoughts. Aleksander Ferdinand had made it very clear that in the privacy of his own home, he was free to at least dress and walk they way he pleased. Even if it meant only wearing a silk robe of expensive maroon and a slack trouser without even any boots to accompany it.

However it was not the Emperors openness that worried Bruno, it was the fact that they were currently stationed in London and the Emperor could catch a dreadful cold if he kept his chest exposed like that. Bruno didn't have to look the Emperor in the front to know that's how he appeared, it was after all the Emperors preferred casual state when not engaged in politics.

Suddenly Bruno's thoughts were interrupted with the Emperors voice;

"Bruno, prepare the car. I fancy a ride through the streets."

Bruno hesitated, he didn't want to displease the Emperor, Aleksander was a kind man, but he had other duties to fulfill.

"But Sir, what of the meeting?" Bruno asked.

"You worry too much Bruno, I'll be back in time for that. And if anything I will personally apologize to the Prime Minister for my lateness."

Bruno swallowed, the Emperor was never really one to allow a little thing like pleasantries stand in his way.

"Very well Sir, it will be ready shortly."

Before Bruno could bow and leave, the Emperor turned toward him, his hair flying about his face.

To Bruno the Emperor seemed older, no longer uncertain or immature. He had even took the liberty of growing a small mustache an short trimmed goatee, in order to appear older in front of the other politicians. However his emerald eyes were as lively as ever, and his hair had grown in increased length, despite Bruno's attempts to convince the Emperor to trim it.

"Thank you, Bruno." That is when Aleksander smiled with kind eyes towards Bruno. Despite the butlers fifty years of serving the Hapsburgs, Emperor Alexander Ferdinand was by far the kindest of them all.

With all the respect he could muster, he inclined his head to his Majesty and couldn't help but smile himself.

"Your welcome, your Majesty."

Before Bruno could pick his head up once more, happy that he had pleased the emperor, he heard his Majesty's rushing footsteps as he approached the terrace doors.

"Right, well there's no time to waste then! Off to the ports!" Alek then pushed open the door with a declarative note and marched inside.

"Sir! Wai-wait sir!" Bruno cried as he tried to keep up with his Majesty's long strides.

"We must not stall Bruno, time is of the essence after all." Alek cried over his shoulder as he began to rush down the stairs of the third and second floor. Nearly knocking down one of the maids who blushed deeply as she tried to bow out of his way.

"Sorry, so sorry. In a rush, you see." He said to the frazzled maid as he continued on his way to the main door way of the mansion.

It took all of Bruno's strength and already weak heart to keep up with the Emperor. And just as the Emperor opened the door Bruno shouted;

"Sir!"

His shout seemed to have shocked the Emperor a little for he jumped somewhat and turned back to Bruno, his hand still pressed against the door knob.

"Why Bruno, what's the matter? You're all red in the face!" A hint of worry seemed to enter the Emperors words.

Through ragged breaths Bruno stuttered;

"Sir-you- you haven't dressed…properly."

And with that Aleksander Ferdinand blushed and looked down at his now open robe and his loosely falling trousers that were fortunate enough to stay on his hips."

With that The Emperor pushed his hair back and said;

"Right. Well, I should…fix that. Thank you Bruno. What would I do without you."

"Walk around half naked perhaps?"

"Well…I mean …perhaps…yes, yes I would."