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Chapter 7

Traveling had tired Gil and he did not rise early the next morning.

Ludwig was fuming in anger at this, and stormed into the room, screaming.

"WAKE UP YOU USELESS SCUM. SOLDIERS ARENT LATE AND ESPECIALLY GENERALS! AND DEFIENTLY NOT MY BROTHER!"

Gilbert startled, jumped and fell onto the floor tangled in his sheet. Ludwig glared at him with cold and hard eyes, eyes of a madman, and killer.

"Oi Luddy chill out! I'll get ready!"

Ludwig gave him another sharp glare before leaving.

Gil sighed, and rose, throwing the sheet and the bed and dressing in his uniform, ignoring the nagging in the back of his mind.

Sure he may have yelled…but…it's just stress. And he's probably just tired….and…

Gilbert cut his train of thought off and hurried down the stairs.

Ludwig stood at the door, and grabbed Gil by the arm roughly, dragging him out the door.

Well…I don't really need breakfast anyway…. He thought

Ludwig then without a word threw him at the car and got in his side. Gilbert hips smashed into the hood, and he hissed in pain before getting into the cold seat.

Again without a word Ludwig drove off, but this ride was longer and much more terrible than just going to the government buildings.

They were driving up to the front.

"My men stay in the city. You and I go to the lines, fix the issue. Some men are getting to free-spirited. We will be hard. We will be cold. Our orders are law. Our law is all. If its disobeyed, there will be punishment. So, hope you've brought a whip and heavy hand brother, we will make fools blood pour." Said Ludwig, who then laughed coldly, and creepily, his laugh that of a man who's gone insane, and lusts for blood.

Gilbert froze in his seat, alarmed by his brothers tone and words. He looked over at him, and tried to see a smile on Ludwig's face, to show he was joking.

A smile he did see… but not a good one.

Ludwig's crazed and hard eyes were studying the road, his hands in their black gloves on the steering wheel. And a sadistic cruel and very serious smile on his twisted lips.

He…must be joking…Or…tired…? He…couldn't have meant that…

Gilbert again chased away his thoughts and looked at the rolling hillside for the next few hours, as they drove in a cold, awkward, wrong silence.

Cold hearts, cold eyes, cold skies, and cold minds. Cold bones and cold guns. Cold…had seeped into all Gilbert knew. His home, and his brother…he silently prayed just a warm summer sun would fix the cold…chase it away…

When the two reached the war zone, it was near dusk, and a field general walked up to the car, which had stopped at a checkpoint.

"Ah General! We have long awaited you!"

Ludwig stared at him, and the man noticeably squirmed under the gaze.

"Where is my tent?" Ludwig asked, holding his gaze, and drawling out the words in a very bored, harsh tone

"I-I will have you e-escorted there…" replied the man, shaking the slightest bit

"It is late, and I've travelled all day. See to it I have food in that tent, or it'll be on you." Ludwig stated, but in a way that it had an underlying threat.

Ludwig pulled off, rumbling down the camps main road towards the tents, leaving the shaking field general behind.

All through this Gil sat silently, choosing to block it out, and ignore what his brother was saying.

We'll sleep tonight….and he'll be better in the morning…

The car lurched to a stop, and in front of it was a panting private.

"I-I'm Private Helmut Adler! Y-Your escort" he panted, but his young face was bright and eyes burned with energy.

Gilbert almost smiled faintly. The young soldier was new to the war, his face was not gaunt or tired or even the slightest bit downcast. He was innocent, and happy, yet he stood straight, and had a strong jaw, and the build of a worker, and a respectable man. He reminded Gil of so many of his great soldiers…

"Lead." Growled Ludwig

Private Adler did just that, leading Ludwig and Gilbert down a foot road , boarded on each side by tents. At the end stood a great officers tent, a light inside, and scent of food.

For a young general Luddy sure does get his orders followed…

Ludwig dismissed the boy and walked into the tent, Gil on his heels.

Inside were two beds, a table, maps, and a table, which held food on it for both of them.

Ludwig drew a chair front the corner and sat, beginning to wordlessly eat. Gilbert followed suit, eating the meal of watery soup, dry bread, and salted beef.

When the meal was finished, without a word Ludwig turned out the light and lay in bed, leaving Gilbert in the dark still at the table.

Gilbert bite his lip, and moved to his own bed, laying down and remaining still through the night, but sleeping none.

When the sun rose, he got up and stretched, smoothing out his clothing and turning to Ludwig's bed.

"Morning—" he started before stopping. Ludwig's bed was empty.

He furrowed his brow and walked outside. There he found the young Private Adler once more.

He snapped into salute and Gilbert chuckled "Relax."

Adler did so, and spoke "General Ludwig is with the platoon that's been causing problems…he said you ought to come and watch."

Gilbert nodded and followed the private down the road and through the camp until they got to a field where a group of twenty muddy soldiers stood, and Ludwig is his crisp black uniform.

Private Adler scurried off and Gilbert walked past the men to his brother.

Ludwig did not acknowledge him, but called forth the platoons leader.

A man in his thirties stepped forward, he was caked in mud, and had his right arm held at an awkward angle. His face was stripped of any fat, and he was thin, his eyes dark and gloomy. A man of war,

"You have not been in conduct. And have given orders not issued to you by Hitler." Ludwig stated

The man nodded.

Ludwig struck him.

Gilbert's eyes widened in horror, but the man stood firm, blood dripping from his nose.

"Ludwig…" Gilbert warned

"And why have you done such?" Ludwig demanded, his voice rising and eyes flashing

"Because the orders were not good ones!" the man growled

Ludwig bellowed "YOU FOLLOW THE ORDERS ANYWAY. ORDERS ARE LAW!"

The man regarded him calmly "I will not risk my men, for words on paper."

Ludwig kicked him in the stomach, and brought him to his knees.

He growled "Oh look, how the mighty and rebellious have fallen. On your knees looking up at a superior. Stay like that!"

"You…fool…one day you'll…understand"

Ludwig glared at him, and the man glared back. The soldiers watched in fear, and Gilbert grew angry, he already had to deal with this in Prussia!

Then without a word Ludwig drew his gun and pointed it at the man's head.

Gilbert jumped in front of him, the gun pointing at his chest.

"MOVE!" Ludwig roared, his voice threating and eyes wild. It was not the face of his brother. It was the face of a killer.

"No." Gilbert replied, his voice calm and even.

The man scrambled away into the ranks of his soldiers, who now watched Ludwig hold a gun to his brother.

"GILBERT! IT WAS AN ORDER!"

"Bruder. Is this what a commander does?" he asked quietly, so the soldiers could not hear.

Ludwig hand shook, the only sign his words reached his ears.

"This is a war. Orders are orders…"

Gilbert glared "Not all orders need to be followed!"

Ludwig glared and jerked his arm, hitting Gilbert with the gun, cutting his face.

Gilbert winced, but stood still, and Ludwig put his gun away.

"You are demoted!" he roared

"I can live with that."

"But you can't live with this. Hart! Zimmermann!" he barked

Two men strode up

"Hold him."

They grabbed gilbert and he stood confused.

Ludwig went back to the soldiers and barked orders, and they scrambled into line, then get on their knees.

He had them shed their shirts, even though it was barely 10 degrees.

Ludwig glanced over, his face cold and wicked, and drew a whip from his coat, cracking it onto the back of the first soldier.

Gilbert flooded with anger.

YOU NEVER STRIKE YOUR SOLDIERS! OR HAVE THEM PAY FOR SOMETHING THEIR OFFICER DID! I DID NOT RAISE HIM THIS WAY! HE'S GONE MAD!

Then it hit him

No…he hasn't gone mad. His soldiers won't listen…they disobeyed, the officers ordered differently. Just like back home…with my king. It's not Ludwig! It's Hitler…

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