So apparently I can't count because my labeling on chapters was wrong…Folks this is why I am in academic math. Well sorry for being slow once more, I hope to pick up the pace… the story should be coming to a close shortly so bear with me.
Thank you for reading, following, favorting, and reviewing, it all means a lot to me.
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Guest- Yes, Hitler was indeed a dick
Chapter 9 reviewers
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NOW TO THE DAMN CHAPTER!
Chapter 10
Once Ludwig was done thrashing the soldiers, Gil was let go. He glared sharply at Ludwig, but he seemed unbothered.
"This is not how I raised you!" he yelled at Ludwig's back
Ludwig answered in a steely cold voice "You weren't home to ever raise me, now were you?" he asked, a low and cheap shot
Gil winced as if the words had slapped him. He had a shocked expression on his pale face, and Ludwig smirked, then walked off, leaving Gil standing alone.
"…I have a lot to discuss with his boss…" he grumbled, stalking off in anger towards where the car was last left.
Walking down a row of tents to the main camp road he found the gleaming black car and slid into the driver's seat, opening the glove box where the keys were kept. Easily starting the car he drove off, already mulling over the things he would say.
He drove silently, speeding down roads, until he got into the city. He looked in horror at the Nazi banners everywhere, the posters on the streets, and the boarded up shops with painted racist terms against Jews.
He grew more horrified when he saw other black suited men drag away women and children and shove them into a car, as the man was beat and subdued, then shoved into a different one.
This…this is…beyond words…
He sped up and drove to the building where their office and Hitler's was. He left the car at the curb and bounded from the car, sprinting up the steps
I am going to tear him apart…
He burst through the main doors and stalked down the hall, slamming his fist into the great doors, where behind, lay a beady eyed rat of a man.
"Come in." Invited the cold, easy voice.
Gilbert smashed the doors open and slammed them behind him.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" he roared, his eyes flashing in anger
Seated in a chair, the snake behind the desk folded his hands, leaning on his elbows, looked over.
"What is bothering you, General." He asked, his voice rather eerily calm.
"MY BROTHER IS A RAVING LUNATIC BECAUSE OF YOU! HIS COUNTRY IS IN THE BLASTED USELESS WAR, AND THE PEOPLE ARE A MESS! WHY ARE SOLDIERS BEATING AND SPERATING FAMILIES? WHY ARE RACAL SLURS EVERYWHERE?!" he thundered
"I suggest, you calm down" was the reply he got.
Gil stormed over and smashed his fist onto the desk.
"I WILL NOT! ANSWER ME SCUM!"
The man regarded him, before snapping his fingers. From the corners, two highly decorated black uniformed men walked over.
"Humble our Prussian friend." The man spoke, watching Gil carefully.
What…
Before his thought was finished, the butt of a rifle was slammed into his stomach, another to his back. A boot met his side, and another gun smashed into his head.
He groaned and yelped in pain, sinking to the ground. He was hastily pulled to his knees by the men, who held his arms. His face was then promptly smashed into the ground, before he was dragged to his feet again, which he barely stood on, his entire body in immense pain.
"You may leave us."
The two men dropped him, and he with great difficulty got to his feet, spitting out blood as his vision blurred. He felt his face swelling, and knew a few ribs had been broken, and he felt blood drip from his face.
Animals…bloody…barbaric animals
"You question me and what I do. You should be questioning yourself. I restore the Fatherland to the glory it should have! I rid the German population of the vermin which weaken it! I give this country a beautiful war and space to live! You, you try and stop this, and rob Germany and its people of their rights? All pretty things come with a pretty price." He spoke, his sugar coated lies slipping easily from his tongue
Gil glared and spat "Lying rat. I'm done with your snake tongue." He then turned and struggled out of the room, feeling eyes bore into his back.
So that is what it feels like, to have the Devil stare at your back…
He dragged himself down the hall and out the door, back into the car.
I can't talk with his boss…but I can still talk with my brother.
He sped off to camp and blew past the checkpoint, it now dark as he jumped from the car and stormed best he could into their tent.
"Ludwig!" he barked
The blonde turned around "Yes?"
"See this? See me!" he growled, pointing to himself
"Got beat by school boys?" he drawled
"Since your boss is no more than a school boy, yes."
Ludwig glared coldly "Absurd lies"
"NO LUDWIG, THE ONLY LIAR HERE IS YOU! IVE SEEN THE SMABLES YOUR COUNTRY IS IN, IVE SEEN WHAT THESE DEVILS IN BLACK DO! I UNDERSTAND WHAT A MONSTER YOU'VE BECOME! DO YOU UNDERSTAND, BRUDER?"
Ludwig spun and smashed his hand into Gilbert's already hurt face, sending him to the dirt.
Gilbert looked up at his brother, blood leaking from mouth. Like a flash though his mind he recalled perfectly the scene in their kitchen, which seemed so long ago, when he had fall and Ludwig stood over, offering a hand to help him up.
This was hauntingly familiar…yet horribly different.
Ludwig stood looking at his hand in shock, as if he couldn't believe he had struck his brother.
Gil… never struck me… yet, here I have hit him… his mind was slow to comprehend the fact.
Gilbert stood on his feet, tall and proud although it hurt him.
He threw the hat, gloves, jacket and Iron Cross at Ludwig's feet, taking the Prussian Cross out from under his shirt.
Then from his pocket, he drew out the other Cross, the one he gave Ludwig.
"This belonged to my brother you know…" he said softly, throwing it to on the pile
He spoke this in a strong voice, though the words wrenched his heart. His gaze was hard and cold, but he wanted to weep. He kept his composure as he said
"You're on your own… I give up. You are not the little boy I raised. I raised a man of virtue. A man who knew wrong from right. A leader who treated his soldiers like his brothers…but I see how well you treat your own family. You're two steps from hell Ludwig…and I can't save you. I just know, you won't take me with you. You aren't the brother I know, or love… you've become a monster."
Was this worth it? I hope so because it took longer than last time… well ill update at some point in time so stick with me! Thanks for reading and please review! I'm trying to make this story one of those irritating and agonizing one where the characters do nothing but piss you off yet you like the story…am I even succeeding at that?
Yeah, so, please review!