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Chapter 3
Gilbert sat in the kitchen, eating a small meal of sauerkraut and wurst. His eyes were on the door, waiting for his brother to arrive home.
He wasn't waiting long, for their oaken front door slammed open, smashing into the wall and vibrating on its hinges.
"Someone isn't very happy…" Gilbert muttered
Ludwig's head snapped up, hearing his brother speak.
"Ja! Very fucking happy!" he roared, kicking his shoes off and stomping over.
"What is your problem?"
Ludwig sat down in the chair across the table, and put his head in his hands, muffling his voice.
"I'm a general to the crack head." Ludwig growled
Gil stared at him "General? That's an honor…why are you not happy?"
Ludwig looked up at him, sharp words on his tongue, but he held them, and faltered.
Because I swear that man is crazy Gil! …I feel it…I know it…I have no proof of it…
"I just aren't sure about it…The papers I got on the way out say I'm in charge of a special force, the elite class of soldiers, he calls them the 'Schutzstaffel'1 or the 'SS'. .."
Gilbert stared at him still.
How does he not appreciate this great honor? Leader of the elite squadron! What's there to be mad about?
"That is huge Luddy…great job bruder!" He said, truly happy for his younger brother.
He's happy. Of course he is…he's proud too…maybe it isn't as bad as I think it is… Ludwig thought, staring at the raving albino.
Gilbert fell silent "Oi Luddy…do you have a squadron yet?"
"Yeah, pre-assigned. There's a list of them here." He spoke, flipping through the papers.
Gilbert mentally cursed out everything in existence.
"You have no open spots?" Gil said, nearly with a pleading tone
"Ne—" Ludwig was cut short by a pounding at the door.
Gilbert leaned back "You can get it."
Ludwig sighed and walked to the door, leaving the papers on the table.
Gil sprung forward, to the list of soldiers, finding it to be hand written, with many cross outs on it.
He grinned and took his pen, and crossed out a name, and mimicking the handwriting of the original writer, he put his name on the list, jammed in the middle, where it would be easy to miss, where Ludwig wouldn't easily notice it.
He leaned back, put the papers into place, and waited for Ludwig to come back.
"What was it?" Gilbert asked as the tall blonde walked back into the kitchen.
"A message."
"…About?"
"War…Poland…We go tomorrow, or at least the soldiers do…my men don't…we're like my bosses personal battalion."
Oh great I signed up for babysitting his boss. Gil thought bitterly.
"Who's on your list again?"
Ludwig read off names, stopping and staring at the paper for a long moment.
"…You"
Gilbert faked surprise "Me?"
"YOU!" Ludwig roared back
Him! Why? Shit! Bruder isn't with his men… and he's under me? I can't do that…well I have to…but gah! Does everything hate me?!
Gilbert started at his silent brother and waited for him to talk.
"Why are you not fighting with your men?" Ludwig asked
"….Reasons." Gilbert said slowly
Ludwig looked at him confused, but didn't bother pushing for more.
"I have to go to the tailor…and get my uniform. You should come as well bruder…" Ludwig said
Gilbert nodded and stood
Ha-ha! It worked! He thought gleefully.
Ludwig stood and turned on heel, walking out the door and Gilbert followed in his brother's shadow.
The car ride to the tailor was short and quiet, both brothers in their own little worlds.
Ludwig parked and they got out, walking into the tailors shop.
The inside was dimly lit, and everywhere there were military uniforms.
Ludwig strode up to the counter, walking like a proud man, his back straight, shoulders back, head up, and eyes sharp.
The man behind the counter visible shrunk away, looking up at Ludwig
"C-can I h-h-help you s-sir?" he asked meekly
Ludwig spoke "Yes, uniforms, for Ludwig and Gilbert Bielschdmit."
The man scurried away, going through the shelves, each one labeled.
He walked back, with one uniform, but not another.
"T-there's only o-one…"
"Well get another." Ludwig growled, tried and just wanting to go home
Damn didn't think that one through…. Gilbert thought angrily
The man jumped like Ludwig had struck him, and scurried off to find another one. Which he did.
He walked back, another uniform, just the same as the other. Ludwig nodded, and turned, giving Gil his and walking from the door. Gilbert looked at it. It was a good material, but black as the evil night.
Of all the colours, why black? He wondered
"There's a note on this…" Ludwig said cutting into Gil's thoughts
"Is it a love letter from the clerk?" Gilbert joked
Ludwig scowled at him, and opened the note. And instantly, he wished it really was a love letter.
I just saw my boss…why do I need to see him again? This is…odd…
"Oi, earth to Ludwig, what does it say?" Gilbert asked, interrupting his thoughts.
"We're going to see my boss…"
Gilbert nodded "Off to see your boss then."
Ludwig sighed, and got in the car followed by Gilbert. He drove along the road, inky blackness all around besides for the road illuminated by the head lights.
Pulling into the parking area for the building, the brothers got out.
"Take the uniform with…note says." Ludwig said, walking past the many other cars to the great marble steps.
"Is there always so many cars here?" Gilbert asked, looking around
"No…there usually aren't."
Gilbert walked up the big marble steps to the huge door, which shone in the little light, a black hue. Gilbert pushed in open, Ludwig behind him.
Ludwig, mind reeling, walked down the finely decorated hallway. Lush red carpet, dark red walls, with great gold framed portraits.
Down the hall, a large room held a crowd of men, dressed in the black uniforms.
Two soldiers stood on wither sides of the entrance.
"Halt! Dress before entering!" the one of the left barked.
Ludwig sighed, and walked down the right corridor, to a secluded room, where the two changed into the black uniforms. Black boots, black pants, black belt, silver buckle, white shirt, black jacket with silver buttons, black tie, white gloves, and a black hat with silver accent. The only color was a red armband, on the right arm of the jacket; it was a red band, with the Nazi's party symbol in the middle.
Little flashy… Gilbert thought, feeling more like a party goer than a soldier. He slid his Cross2 under the white shirt.
Ludwig led the way back to the main room, which they walked into.
Ludwig's boss stood at a podium with a great eagle across it, and a banner behind him.
Gilbert looked at the man, though was far in the back, so he couldn't see him too well.
"Soldiers, you are the finest Fatherland3 has to offer, you will be the black force that topples the evil land takers! The strong hand that strangles the oppressors! The gavel that rings true, erasing our 'debt', the eraser that rids this earth of the corrupt! The men that will bring justice! The heroes that will save Deutschland! You are those men!" he roared, his voice sparking patriotism in each man's true heart
Ludwig stood, shocked
I…He's never spoke like this before…he does have true intentions at his heart…for my land. He really isn't a mad man…he is a hero, a savior… My war torn land…my ruined home of poverty and hunger…the Rhine we lost…the land that was stolen, the 'treaty' that destroyed us…we can fix it, right the wrong…This man...he is a noble one. I truly sign myself over to him, I will honor his orders, no matter what they'd be…his vision, I will make a reality.
"You are led by a true Deutsch! A man a hand-picked myself, a fellow, just like you and me, with Deutschland close to his heart, a man, that holds himself in glorified dignity, displaying features of a flawless creation, General Bielschdmit!"
The men parted, and looked for the man their leader spoke so highly of. Ludwig proudly strode up to the stage, standing at his bosses side, looking out into the crowd, his heart bursting with pride, eyes set with determination.
Gilbert watched, smiling.
Damn, Luddy really impressed his new boss. Ha, maybe he'll be the next Napoleon, awesome General, and superior leader, aha, that would be funny. I hope he wins this war…ha of course he will, he's my brother after all…he was raised by the Lord of War.
Gilbert watched, glowing with pride in his younger brother was given a medal, he couldn't see it, but he assumed it was a General's pin. Then he was given an eagle medal, the symbol of the army. Gilbert couldn't see the other one, but saw it was pinned to the tie.
Ludwig turned, raising his right arm and shouting in a clear, strong voice. The voice of a leader "Heil Hitler!"
The soldiers snapped their arms forward, speaking the praise in unison, a chorus ringing in the room.
Ludwig turned, bowing curtly to his leader, and stood at his side.
Orders were given, and the soldiers lined up, walking one by one onto the stage, the eagle and other medal given to them, as they shook their General and leaders hand.
Gilbert got up to the stage, shook his brothers hand with a smile, which his brother didn't return, only to not show emotion, but Gil could see the smile in his eyes. He shook Hitler's hand, and accepts the eagle, but his blood burned at the other medal.
A Cross.
His lands Cross.
He couldn't make a spectacle, so he very unhappily accepted it and walked off stage, and right out the door.
Once he was out of sight, he tore off the Cross and leaned against the main doors, waiting for his brother. His blood burned, his crimson eyes danced with a furious glint. He was livid.
He wanted directions to Hitler's office. He had a bone to pick with the man that had the nerve to steal a medal from Prussia. The most valued medal in all of Prussia.
For what picked bones better, than the Black Eagle?
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1 German for 'protection squadron'
2 The 'Iron Cross' was stolen from the Prussians by the Nazi's. Gil's 'Iron Cross' is really his Prussian Cross.
3 That's how German's referred to Germany in WWII era