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Chapter 7

The pale morning light brushed the room, and from outside the cawing of birds woke the sleeping albino.

In a mixture of grunts and curses he rolled from the warm covers and dressed in his uniform, still half asleep as he did the buttons. He rubbed his tired red eyes before pulling his gloves on. Under his shirt hung his Cross, and outside, the Nazi's Iron Cross.

He tied the fake Cross on his tie and put on his hat, then his jacket, numbly tying his boots before stumbling from the room, a small traveling bag in hand.

Downstairs the kitchen glowed with warmth, food on the stove and coffee on the table.

"Mornin'" he grumbled

Ludwig turned around and nodded "Moring bruder."

Gilbert looked at the clock and groaned "Well got to catch the train, bye."

Ludwig turned the stove off and walked over to his brother.

"Want a ride to the station…?" he asked

I still can't believe he's going! I need his help…he knows how to deal with war better than I do! I just have my boss, and while he's a brilliant mastermind…my own bruder at my side…

"No, I can walk there. I'll see you soon bruder. Don't lose the war while I'm gone!" Gil said with a laugh

Ludwig stared at him, a light smile on his face.

"I promise bruder…"

Leaving never seems to get any easier…huh… wonder why.

"Well…goodbye bruder." Gil said

Ludwig nodded and turned away, before spinning back around, giving his older brother a quick hug.

"Auf Wiedersehen."

Gilbert looked at the ground smiling a small smile before walking out into the cold morning, away from his home, his safe little house.

Ludwig turned to his breakfast in the skillet and sighed.

"Hurry back…"

Gilbert currently was walking with his hands shoved into his coat, his breath coming out in puffs in the cold air.

The train waited in the station, and he went into the ticket line.

"Sir! Here!" a young man in a rail uniform called out.

Gilbert walked over, confused.

"Please, this way." He said, ushering him into one of the first class cars

"I can just buy a ticket…"

Gilbert's words fell on deaf ears as he was led into a car. "Nonsense! No fine man like yourself will do such a thing! I'll have food brought for you."

With that he ran off into what Gil assumed was a dining car.

Ok…then….

He relaxed into the fluffy seat, and before his food even came, he was lulled into sleep again.

When he woke, his hat was on his lap, and food next to him.

He put his hat back on and yawned, stretching.

He glanced out the window, smiling at seeing it was the wooded and rugged, wild, landscape of Prussia.

Over the intercom came:

"We will be arriving at Station 3 in five minutes."

He took his bag from the seat across and stood walking to the nearest door and waiting.

Once the train slowed, he jumped onto the platform, and threw the bag over his shoulders, walking away.

If I have to walk all the way to that bloody castle I'm going to ring that damn fools neck.

Gilbert looked around for anyone that could be from his king, and finding none, he sighed and began to walk.

He looked around as he walked, eyeing his people and land and everything really, evaluating it.

Well everything's still intact…guess my king's got some brains.

He shivered and walked up the road leading to the castle, where he was to have an audience with his king, his ruler, and savior…or executioner.

Back in Germany, Ludwig went to another day of work.

He stood before his boss, watching the other man, waiting for his orders.

"Where is your brother?" he asked

….Why does he care?

"In his own country, he had something to do."

"Very well…your job today is to do away with the scum in this country." He spoke, handing him a note book.

"There are notes for every day. Check in each morning and night." He spoke, leading Ludwig to the door

Ludwig nodded and let himself be ushered out.

Once alone, he looked at the first day.

Day 1: Operation Clean

Dispatch men with Gestapo to clean west side apartments

Send men into city to enlist

Go to school and speak

Get rid of any traitors

Ludwig walked out to the front where his men stood in line, waiting for orders.

Four tasks, four squads, easy enough .

"Squad one!" he barked into the cold air

Ten black clad men stood even straighter, attention to him.

"Meet with the Gestapo, west side apartment clean up."

The men gave curt nods, relaxing slightly

"Squad two!" he yelled

The next ten men stood tall, watching their gallant, perfectly dressed, all powerful commander.

"Get soldiers from the town for Vaterland!"

He moved on "Three!"

This squad, slightly bigger with 12 men, looked to him, their leader with a sharp voice, and intense eyes, stature showing he was the real deal

"Schools! Go and tell this countries youth about us!"

"Four! You're with me. Mopping up traitors, liars, anarchist."

With that, the squads separated, to do their own tasks.

In Prussia, Gil stood before his king.

"And what is it you want, pig?" he asked, striding into the throne room

The king glared "What your filthy little mouth!"

"I can't watch my mouth, it doesn't stick out a foot in front of my face like yours." He answered coolly

The king's nostrils flared in anger.

Gilbert stood, impatient "What is it you needed?"

"Why should I tell you!" he snapped

"Because you damn fool, you called me!"

The king fell silent, staring at the albino

"Right…well the generals, they are a problem. Their loyalty…is elsewhere."

"Where?" Gil asked, little interested

"Not with me!"

"No shit Sherlock, if it was with you it wouldn't be a problem now would it?" Gilbert asked, in a deeply sarcastic tone

"JUST GET THEM TO LISTEN TO ME!"

"Maybe, if you were worth listening to, YOU WOULDN'T NEED AN EX-GENERAL TO FIX YOUR PROBLEMS!" Gilbert roared back

The king stood, screaming back "IM WORTH MORE THAN YOU ARE, FREAK!"

"IF YOU'RE WORTH SO DAMN MUCH, YOU GO COMMAND YOUR ARMY!"

"THE WON'T LISTEN DEAF BOY!"

"BOY?!" Gilbert screamed "I'M HOW MUCH OLDER THAN YUR ARE?!"

"It doesn't matter! Go! Fix my army!"

Gil spat on the floor, before turning on heel "I'll go talk with my men."

"Your men?" the king yelled

He turned back around "This is my country. It is my army. They are my men."

The king opened his mouth to speak, but Gilbert's sharp glare cut him off.

"As I said. I will talk to my men." And with this, he walked from the throne room, head high, holding all the pride of a noble, but all the vicious sprit of the eagle.

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