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Chapter 5

In the morning, Gil rolled from his bed, and still half asleep, dressed in his new uniform. He even put on the Iron Cross where it went, but he wore his own under his shirt.

Stupid un-awesome uniform with too many damn parts. He though angrily, as he now put on the jacket, and buttoned it.

He looked in the mirror, and ran his hand through his platinum hair, fixing it to his standards, and walked to the kitchen.

Ludwig sat, dressed besides for the hat, which was on the table next to him.

"Morning bruder." He said, looking up from the paper

Gil sat down, and stole a part of Ludwig's bread1.

"I did plan on eating that you know." Ludwig spoke, slightly amused as his childish brother

"I suppose you were going to drink this too?" He asked, and Ludwig looked confused before Gil took his mug and drank the rest of the coffee.

He grinned, his red eyes dancing in amusement.

Ludwig sighed and shook his head . "Are you ready to go?"

Gil nodded "You?"

Ludwig nodded back, and stood, cleaning up his few dishes before walking to the door and lacing on his boots. Gilbert put his foot on the chair and tied his boots.

"NEIN! Foot off chair!" Ludwig bellowed, and Gil not expecting it, jumped.

Talented as he was, he couldn't jump from one foot straight up, and land, when he was bent over, tying a shoe.

And of course, he crashed onto the floor, with the chair.

SHIT! Was Gil's only thought. He rolled onto his back, and saw Ludwig looming over him, with a hand stuck out to help him up.

Gil groaned and raised his arm, taking his brothers hand and pulling himself up.

"Not the most talented huh?" Ludwig asked amused

"I wouldn't have fallen if you didn't yell." Gil growled at him, his pride hurt

Ludwig sighed "If you say, and Gott, your hairs a mess!"

Ludwig ran his gloved hand through it, attempting to tame the wild white mess.

So un-neat! Gah must….make…neat

Gilbert stood, rather confused a his brother, and grabbed his wrist. "My hair fine, Mutter."

Ludwig scowled at him

"Are we leaving or not?"

"We would be… if you hadn't fallen down." Ludwig said, a light smile on his face

Gilbert glared "Jerk." He said, before walking out the door and down the sidewalk.

Ludwig chuckled, closed the door, and followed after his brother, walking next to him.

Gilbert looked around as he walked, he wasn't often in any German cities, usually just Ludwig's house, as he spent most of his time recently in his own land.

The city is…different than what I remembered it being ten years ago…

Flashes of the war torn, poverty stricken city flickered across his mind, but he cleared the memories. The city was in better shape now.

He saw someone farther ahead, waking in the gutter.

Is he drunk…? Odd hour for a drunk man to be stumbling home….

"Ludwig, why's that man in the gutter?"

Ludwig didn't get a chance to answer before a car tore by, spraying the man with water and grin that lay in the street.

Gilbert rushed forward to help them man, but the man at seeing Gil, turned and fled.

Gilbert didn't make out his face, but saw worn clothes and a star stitched on his coat.

"Bruder!" Ludwig yelled

Gil looked at him "Ja?"

"Don't do that… it's not something we can be seen doing…" Ludwig said, rather unsure of the words he was saying

"What do you mean brother?"

"Eh…never mind. Oh here, we have a task to do here, this house." He said, skimming over a folded piece of paper he had.

"What exactly is out job?" Gilbert asked

"Oh uh…whatever really…"

He's not going to like that answer….

Gil glared "More specific?"

This paper says to remove these people to 'purify' the city… but Gil wouldn't get that…I don't really get that. Maybe tonight…

Thinking on his feet Ludwig answered "They're traitors, we will escort them from the city, to another force."

Gilbert scowled, he hated nothing more than cowards and traitors.

"Scum." He muttered, stalking up to the house.

"Gil wait, here!" Ludwig took from the inside of his jacket a jet black leather holster which held a Luger P 082.

"This is yours, forgot to give it to your this morning."

Gil took the gun and holster, admiring the gun.

"Officer side arm?" he asked

Ludwig shrugged "Don't know, we both have the same, all I know is it's a nice gun." He handed over 2 clips and a box of ammunition. He clipped on the holster, put the clips in his front jacket pocket, and the box on an inner pocket.

"Ready?" he asked, ready to remove the traitors from the house.

Ludwig nodded and they together walked up to the door, drawing their guns, and as they did, Gil heard the people on the inside scurry around.

Hm, scurrying like the rats they are. He thought, before he kicked open the door, breaking of off its hinges, and storming inside, Ludwig behind him.

"HALT!" Ludwig bellowed, training the gun on the man in front of him.

Gilbert leaped over a crying woman, who he assumed was the wife. He not roughly, but not exactly kindly, pulled her to her feet. Ludwig had the man standing and had his gun to his back.

Gilbert followed suit, and Ludwig walked out the door, followed by his brother.

"Your run, I shoot, and I don't miss." Ludwig growled at the man, who looked ready to bolt.

The man paled further and whimpered, and the woman cried again.

Filthy traitors, hide by day, kill by night, sob on arrest, yet grin at death. Gilbert thought angrily, walking down the road.

He could see that just down the road were two men standing with Sturmgewehr 44's.3

Ludwig nodded to the men, and holstered the gun, which Gil followed. He stood back, as Ludwig gave over the traitors.

But only then , as the men took the two away did he see that yellow star again.

"Ludwig, what's with the stars?" he asked in a whisper as his brother walked over

"…Maybe it's a cult? I'm not sure…" he lied, looking ahead and walking.

Gilbert didn't pick up the deception, Ludwig had spoken to easily and surely for him to pick up the deception.

"What next?" he asked

"Well, we're going around town, and alerting Germans that there's a rally tonight."

Gil nodded "Rally for what?"

"Boss didn't tell me, just have these directions. We have to go too, we'll figure it out then."

They walked silently, their boots clicking on the sidewalk.

Once they got into what could be called 'down town' with all the stores, Gilbert began to notice things. Boarded up vandalized shops next to very nicely kept ones. And how some people waved and shouted 'heil' to them, or how other slunk into the shadows, glaring.

Hm, odd. Well, not everyone likes their leaders, guess we found who.

"Gil, walk east, and start telling people about the rally, I'll go west, met here ok?"

"Where is it and time?
"In front of the 4 Kanzler Gebäude at seven"

Gilbert nodded and started off, walking down the street, yelling out.

"Rally tonight! Kanzler Gebäude! At seven! "

He repeated this up and down the east side streets for nearly two hours, yelling himself hoarse.

When the sun began to set, he trotted down the street to where he and Ludwig had departed earlier. Ludwig stood leaning against the wall of a shop.

"About time." He muttered

Gilbert glared at him, panting.

Ludwig turned and began to walk toward the building. They arrived in silence, but once there, Ludwig snapped into commander mode, barking orders for the already congregated soldiers to patrol the rally. Gilbert was stationed on the right side, near the front steps of the hall and podium where Hitler would be speaking.

From the speakers, the national anthem played, and then Hitler took the stage and began speaking.

"Our fine city, look around at it. Much better than it was just a few short years ago. But, we are not restored to out former glory. I have a plan, to do so. I will laugh a campaign into Polen5. I will give our great country elbow room! We will rise. This town will be made pure, with the truest Germans, with the strongest, and the smartest. The Aryan! You are the start of this! You instill this in your children! Then they in their own, and soon, the Third Reich will last for a thousand years! Rally behind me! Support our soldiers as we take about what is ours!" he spoke, his words lighting a fire once more in the crowd, setting heart ablaze.

The crowd cheered for a long moment, but when they fell silent, a single man in the far back, shouted loudly, the sound carrying over the silent crowd

"Lies! False! Brainwash!"

Gilbert snapped his head around, looking for the man, but the men in the back quickly found and removed him, and Hitler, calm and poise, continued his speech.

Should I go see that man is taken care of? Nein…They look capable enough, all they have to do is escort him out anyway.

And with that thought, he waited out the rest of the speech, learning nothing really, other than the fact he was damn good public speaker6.

At reaching the end of his speech he departed after saluting the crowd, who then in turn, screaming yelled their praise and saluted back.

Gilbert slid through the crowd rather easily, people respecting him and his rank. He spotted Ludwig and moved over to him.

Ludwig was fuming, seething in anger. His eyes flashed dangerously under the dark brim of his hat. He looked murderous.

Outrageous! Those are lies! The words of our master, of our most glorious Führer! Damn fool…haha…dead fool…breaking his neck will be so fun tomorrow…the look he'll have in his eyes…

"Luddy?" Gilbert called, looking to his younger brother in concern for a wicked grin had spread across his lips

"Let's go." Was his short reply

"We have a lot to do tomorrow." He growled, a dangerous tone to his voice

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1 Yes, bread for breakfast, its normal in Germany.

2 A very popular side arm for the German Army, used throughout the war, but wasn't produced past 1942.

3 Nazi assault rifle, technically used only after 1943, but hey, it's a fan fiction. (Abv. StG 44)

4 Don't laugh, its 'Chancellors Building' in German, because I do not know the name of and German political buildings…So if you do, I'd love to know

5 Polen- 'Poland' in German

6 No lie, he was known for that