Canadaslighter here :) This is part one of this section. I was going to do a larger chapter as I'm on Easter break but I have to have a month of treatment for something and I have the first session in an hour and half so I figured I do this now. But hopefully you'll get maybe 3 more chapters out today. Hopefully. So once again, I hope you enjoy and reviews are literally meet with squeals XD
"We've got them stuck in Vimy."
Gilbert turned to his brother, stretching out the muscles in his shoulders. It had been a long day, with battle plans, Austria, Hungary, and he had found an old photo of himself, Toni and Francis. It hadn't been taken more than a few decades ago but God, they would never smile like that again. He had just started to rebuild his relationship with France after the Waterloo incident and then this had to fucking happen. It had been 3 years since the War had started. So much for being finished by Christmas.
"Good. I want this to be over."
"Are you fucking kidding me!?"
Matthew was glaring at him from across the battlefield.
"Bruder?"
"He's going to get himself killed! Luddie! Why is he even here? This isn't his fight," Prussia paced around the small trench, head down to avoid the stare. Why was he here? He wasn't European, he was independent of both France and England. "I mean he isn't even 50 years into his independence!"
"Gil-"
"Why would Francis let him into this?! What happened to 'ohonhonhin mon petite Mattieu'?! He is going to-"
"GILBERT!"
"Ludwig if you cannot tell the awesome me is in the middle of a breakdown- wait is that?"
"Ja."
"Well shit."
Matthew's divisions were shooting at the German trench.
"I think we should d-"
Ludwig just grabbed him by the lapels, pulling him back and down as the sound of screams echoed around them. The shelling continued for a while, the brothers crouched together, feeling the vibrations running through the ground. The enemy deserter hadn't mentioned this. How many of his men were dead?
The shelling cut off. The men started to relax, their shoulders falling as shouts filled the air for stretchers.
It was then they found out that the Canadians had laid mines. Which all went off at once.
Matthew was behind a tank, following it's slow pace as it drove over the remaining barbed wire. It was still early in the morning, not even 7am but he was ready. This was his most important battle. He had to prove himself here. He had to show Arthur and Francis he was strong, if he could do this they would have to believe him. Neither of them had been able to capture this German line, but he would.
Arthur was behind him, some ways back, with the British division but it was Canada leading the attack. He hadn't known Prussia would be there but he supposed it was going to happen at some point. Matthew was still angry about 1812. He knew it was petty but it hurt. It hurt that Gilbert went to his brother, again, proving that Alfred was just that much better than him.
But Alfred wasn't here right now (thank God), and he was, so he had to focus.
It took 4 days. 4 days of crawling through the mud and killing for them to take the ridge. Gilbert didn't even stay to the end, leaving with his brother 2 days in. But it had been worth it. The smile on Arthur's face when he patted Matthew's shoulder with a 'Good job lad'.
That's what he told himself.