Discovered:
Chapter one: La Lettera
A/n: Ciao!Wooow! I can't believe all this love this got! And thanks to everyone that gave me ideas! It amazed me how a lot of the ideas where so similar…It's like you guys knew what others had pmed me o.O *suspicious look*Anyways, I'm always open to ideas on any of my stories. So, ya know..Let me know what you guys think! Hasta la pasta!
. Without further ado! Here's the first chapter!
Everyone knew how different the Vargas twins were from one another. Felicia Vargas was talented when it came to business, art, and cooking. She was nice, and caring, and was friendly towards everyone. She was also very cowardly. She would run away, and surrender than fight. The only exception to this is if she was fighting to protect someone she cared very deeply about. Then, there was her fraternal twin, Lovino Vargas. He was hot tempered, and had the mouth of a sailor. He would throw a punch to anyone that angered him. He also knew how to handle a gun. He was very good with his hands, and could cook very well, but not as good as his sister. He also had a bit of a complex when it came to his sister. He was also very sickly. He often got sick, while his sister hardly ever got sick. However, for all their dirrfences, they looked almost exactly alike. They both had curly, brown hair (though Felicia's hair was shoulder length, and lighter shade of brown), and amber eyes (though Lovino's were slightly lighter than his sister), and both were equally attractive.
Their father died when they were little, so their mother went to their grandfather, her father, and he let them stay with them. Although, he mostly raised them. He loved them equally, but paid special attention to Felicia, and even helped her get into a University, where she studied art history. Lovino's entrance into the University was delayed, due to him getting sick, but once he was better he'd be going in to study for business.
However, all this happened to be going during the middle of the Second World War. Felicia would see the newspapers every day, of victories, of losses, of prisoners taken, prisoners released, and things of that sort, and wished more than anything she could help out in some way. There were two names that she most often, and with the names faces that became familiar to her.
One was a man who had lead many victories across Europe, drinking, and also a neritiuos ladies man. They had dubbed him "The Conqueror of Europe." He was truly an amazing solider of the German army. With his wild silver hair, porcine skin, red eyes, masculine body, and almost exotic good looks, and amazing prowlness in battle, he was truly something that almost captured everyone, including the presses attention. His name was Commander Gilbert Belshmidt.
His brother, also of commander rank, was almost on the same celebrity type statues as his brother. He was at the background of all his brother's plans, but he wasn't as much as a ladies man as his brother. In fact, if she remembered right, he was almost more serious. However, he was also a good looking guy. He was tall, with slicked back blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and was very muscled out. His name was Commander Ludwig Belshmidt.
She, more than anything, wanted to be a part of it all. However, she was a girl, and girls were strictly forbidden from joining the military. The cost for doing so was imprisonment, and she knew that all too well. That was why she cursed her own gender. However, it seemed fate was on her side that day...
"Fratello~~! You got la Lettera from the government!" She smiled widely, and showed him the letter.
"Well, read it damn it." He said.
"Right!" She smiled, and opened it. "Lovino Vargas, due to our German allies having a shortage of troops, you are here by ordered to enlist. You are expected to arrive in Hamburg two weeks from this date." She looked at her brother worriedly. He sighed, and looked away.
"Guess I have no choice.." He muttered.
"No Fratello! You can't you're sick." She felt tears well up in her eyes. He looked at her, and scowled.
"Well, what the hell do you think I can do? What? You think You can take my place?" He mocked, but she scowled, and an idea began forming in her mind….
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"Come on! You guys can run faster than this! Pick up the pace! What am I training men, or girls? Pick up the pace!" The blue eyes, blonde haired Commander shouted orders at the men he was currently training. He was expecting to get a few more troops in that day, and he sure as hell didn't want to let them see any slack.
A tap on his shoulder brought him out of the rough training mode.
"Sir, the Italians have sent over their troops." He nodded.
"Good. Tell them to wait in the wash room for inspection. I want to make sure these men are fit." The young man saluted before running off. The commander sighed, and turned his attention back to the troops, again barking orders.
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Felicia felt nervous as she waited with the other men. She had enlisted as a replacement of her brother, but she disguised herself as a male. She could easily pass once her hair was cut off, and her chest bound down after all. So, that's what she did.
"Are these the men they sent me?" A loud, deep, baritone voice rang out, causing the Italian girl to jump.
"Yes sir!" They all shouted in unison, looking forward with seriousness. The German strode foreword, his boots making rhythmic clicking on the ground.
"I understand you all from the Italian armies infantry division..Am I correct?"
"Yes sir!" They again shouted. Felicia felt nervous. What if someone found her out? But she tried to act natural, even as the commander paced back and forth, looking them each up and down, though his eyes seemed to focus on Felicia longer than others.
"Good, you guys are new to how it works. Well, let me tell you something right now. You are a part of the German army now. What does that mean? It means that you will learn to fight the German way. Your hearts must be made of cold steel in the heat of battle. Do not show mercy to our enemy. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir!"
"Good, now don't think I'll go easy on you just because you are new here. Nobody will get special treatment. I don't care how rich, or how poor you were before you came here, you are now a soldier. I will treat you as such. Do we understand each other?"
"Yes sir!"
"Let's go over the rules shall we? If you step out of line, you will be punished. So I suggest, none of you get in any trouble, or you will have to face me. First of all, do not be late for training. Training begins after breakfast, which will be served at dawn. If you miss breakfast, you train hungry. Unless you are sick, too injured, or dying, you are expected to be training unless I or a doctor says otherwise. Do not start fights with anyone. Save all your anger, and energy for when we face the enemy. Violation will result in three hours of extra training, and privileges will be taken away. DO we understand?"
"Good, now when I call your names, I want you to step forward." He pulled out a list, and began going through names. Each man strode forward, and the German inspected each with a careful eye. Felicia felt nervous. As he came up to her, and looked her straight in the eyes.
A/n: Dun dun duunha! Cliff hanger! Next chapter we will explore how Felica's training goes. How will Commader treat her? Read to find out! Hasta la pasta!