Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, nor do I make any profit from this story. The owner of these characters is solely Hidekazu Himaruya. This story is AU so as such; I have taken several liberties with the timeline of the original story which is parallel to my story, just like an alternate universe. With my own original characters added in as well. Also, the battle described is a real battle, taking place between the combined forces of the Soviets and Belarus and the German army over the city of Konigsberg during WW2. This story will also be written in diary format up to a certain point, then will change later on possibly.
Italics indicate diary format or the character thinking to themselves.
Warnings: violence, abuse, yoai, adult themes, smut
I appreciate any creative criticism so long as it helps to increase my writing skills. Please enjoy!
Ashitaka
Gilbert's POV:
Dear Diary;
I broke down this evening and sent a letter to West on the western front. I'm exhausted from the fighting today; I am soul tired as well. I can feel each and every ache, pain, and death my men were dealt today. My own injuries do not even compare to the agony that they suffered at the hands of those crazed siblings, Russia and Belarus.
I sincerely hope that West is okay.
Gilbert.
Ludwig's POV:
It was hell on the western front. My boss just couldn't see that we were not doing so well in this war, constantly losing ground to America. Despite my efforts to try and make him see sense, he just wouldn't listen. We were camped out in Hedgerow Country, France, waiting for the Alliance's forces to invade Pas-de-Calais, but it seems that we were mistaken in our intelligence. They were not invading there, but at Normandy. (a)
It has been a long two months of slow fighting, but I have been trying to wrap it up and get to the eastern front as the reports from there make things seem like they are hitting the drain, and I can't leave Gilbert to have to deal with Russia and Belarus alone. Who knows what they'd do to my brother if they caught him? That thought alone is enough to make me shudder in horror. Belarus is nuts...but Russia? What would he do to Gilbert if he ever got his hands on him? Shaking my head, all I can do is try to talk my boss into letting me go to him or wrapping this battle up quickly.
After a long day of fighting, and the wariness of dealing with the pain of the dying and dead men around me, a messenger was brought to my tent with a message for me from the eastern front. From big brother. Smiling I took the message from the man and sent him away. Lighting a lamp, I moved to my bed to settle in and read the letter.
Dear West,
I hope you are okay, but I feel that you are in my heart. My awesomeness would know if anything would happen to you.
I'm writing because as much as it bites me to admit it...I'm in real trouble brother. Russia and Belarus have really taken the advantage here, and have taken over two of the walls of Konigsberg, trapping me within the third wall. My people are starving, and my men can't hold out for much longer.
Please, I need you. Please come as soon as possible.
Love your totally frickin' awesome big brother,
Gilbert
After reading the short letter, I crumpled it up in my hand and rushed out of my tent towards my bosses' tent. I burst into his tent and slam the letter down on his map table.
"Boss, I need to go east. Right now!"
"Nein. (b) You need to stay here. I need you to hold out those Alliance weaklings so I can gain my empire. Now leave. Can't you see that I'm too busy to deal with your petty business." Waving his hand at me, he dismissed me halfheartedly.
"Hell no! Like hell I'm going to leave my brother there to suffer under Russia and Belarus just because your ego is getting in the way of you seeing the truth! I need you to let me go to him! He's my only family!"
"And your point is what exactly? We are fighting a war here and I can't put it on pause for you to run willy nilly all over the place!"
"I would do anything if you let me go!"
"Anything?"
"Yes"
"I will allow you to take 2,000 men to rescue your precious brother and supplies for them on one condition." (c)
"Anything."
Smirking Hitler came closer to me, pulling my face down close to his. I could see the insanity that had long since settled into his eyes glean as he looked into what felt like my soul.
"Good answer." He released me and pulled away from my face. "Get on your knees then." He said as he pulled out his small and erect penis. I do what I am told, and look up at him unexpectedly. Leaning forward, I hesitantly lick the slit of his cock before he grabs me and thrust deeply into my throat as I tried to not gagged on the invasion of the disgusting limb. Closing my eyes, I took my mind elsewhere as I sucked and licked his cock, listening to his disgusting grunts and groans from above me. It didn't take long for him to unload a small load down my throat. Swallowing it, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as I looked up at him expectantly.
"You can go now. Get out of here!" He waves me away impatiently. As fast as I can get my men and the supplies ready, I leave the camp heading to the eastern front with my heart pounding.
Authors Note and Translation:
a) The German army really did have the wrong intel on where the Allies would be landed, and didn't suspect that they'd in Normandy and because of that, they were pushed back from there even though Hitler refused to allow a strategic withdrawal of his forces. Approximately 150,000 of the 200,000 Germans were able to escape but 50,000 were captured and they left behind most of their irreplaceable equipment.
b) Nein = no in German
c) 2000 was not the actual number of the forces that attended the battle to assist the East Prussian forces.