Post by Germany on Dec 11, 2013 21:14:08 GMT -5
There was nothing consistent with international relations. It was a slow learning curve but Ludwig was gradually getting it and realising that regardless of his government’s position on a certain ideology if it meant getting further ahead by pretending to be friends then there was nothing really that wrong with it. It was actually the norm seeing nations go back on their word and then pretend as if they didn’t to protect their self-interests. Ludwig had done it on many occasions trying to form secretive pacts on the behest of his brother like the one he had signed with Sadik before the outbreak of the Great War.
Then again, everything that had led up to the Great War had shown that a small part of hell could surface on earth. Nation-states were constantly going back on their word and allying with nation-states they would have never thought they would have in a million years. It had all become a race to come on top. Ultimately, it had been a war of frustration and superiority. Ludwig liked to see it as everyone trying to crown themselves as the king of the sandbox, a pathetic sandbox and even more so after the war at the realisation of all the destruction they had dealt to their beautiful lands.
It had been a huge money drain on all of their wallets only those far enough away from the continent being able to benefit, at least for a little while. Those were also the years that Ludwig couldn’t remember struggling more in his life. It wasn’t only a physical struggle but an emotional struggle as he had to watch his people suffer because of the cursed Treaty of Versailles. There had been no one else in that war who had gotten a worse deal than perhaps Ivan himself but again, the Treaty of Versailles had partially fixed that as foreign aid rushed in to help Ivan figure out his new political situation.
Then with the rise of communism thanks to Lenin and his gang, the Russian Empire had become the Soviet Union. The public watched the transformation unsure at first whether they should be horrified or impressed that Ivan had managed eliminated his monarch in such a gruesome way only to establish a corrupt government after the death of Lenin. An idea that was supposed to benefit all, had shrivelled and rotted in the hands of Stalin to become just as unjust as the monarch of old if not worse.
Ludwig had been lucky that his monarch had abdicated after the war leaving him with the weak and useless Weimer Republic. Both Ivan and him had been given the short stick of the pile suffering due to things neither of them could have controlled or foreseen. It didn’t mean that Ludwig felt any sort of camaraderie with Ivan; it merely meant that he understood the hardships that he was going through to a degree.
All these unfortunate events brought him to today, on this plane coupled with Reich Minister of Foreign Affairs Joachim Von Ribbentrop and a few other members of the party, on a direct flight to Moscow. Everything that had occurred in the past forty years between them disregarded for what would eventually bring about an ideological victory for the National Socialist German’s Worker party. Regardless of the fact that making this forsaken pact was as hypocritical as they came especially with how much propaganda had been thrown at not only the German people but as well as Latin America and most of western Europe in regards to the evil of the communists.
Ironically enough, dealings with the Russians had been going on in secret for months now. This had not been the first time they had dealt with the communist or pretended to be very chummy with them. Ludwig had hoped that things would start to fall apart leaving a possible non-aggression pact on the wire to hang dry. He wanted the hypocrisy to be left to die bloodied and beaten but that had really been wishful thinking because when Hitler gave his word, specifically when there was a hidden agenda, he never went against his word….unfortunately, but he was sure that keeping to his word would soon be something he’d be quite flippant about.
The plane was making it’s decent and Ribbentrop, although the man had seen him on many occasions, was staring at him with a mix of suspicion and curiosity. Ludwig’s lips thinned as he quirked his brow at the man setting the files he had been reading merely to refresh his memory for the upcoming proceedings.
“Can I help you, Reich Minister Ribbentrop?” Ludwig spoke up the mild irritation evident in his tone because the man had hardly been discreet about his staring the entire flight.
“It’s just a wonder how someone so young became so important so quickly.” Ribbentrop replied pensively.
Ludwig let out a sigh as he meticulously cleaned up the array of papers he had littered on his pull out table before slipping them into an attaché case. “The same could be asked of you, Reich Minister. You are quite young for the position you hold.”
The man grew quiet and with that the plane landed smoothly coming to a stop moments after.
Then again, everything that had led up to the Great War had shown that a small part of hell could surface on earth. Nation-states were constantly going back on their word and allying with nation-states they would have never thought they would have in a million years. It had all become a race to come on top. Ultimately, it had been a war of frustration and superiority. Ludwig liked to see it as everyone trying to crown themselves as the king of the sandbox, a pathetic sandbox and even more so after the war at the realisation of all the destruction they had dealt to their beautiful lands.
It had been a huge money drain on all of their wallets only those far enough away from the continent being able to benefit, at least for a little while. Those were also the years that Ludwig couldn’t remember struggling more in his life. It wasn’t only a physical struggle but an emotional struggle as he had to watch his people suffer because of the cursed Treaty of Versailles. There had been no one else in that war who had gotten a worse deal than perhaps Ivan himself but again, the Treaty of Versailles had partially fixed that as foreign aid rushed in to help Ivan figure out his new political situation.
Then with the rise of communism thanks to Lenin and his gang, the Russian Empire had become the Soviet Union. The public watched the transformation unsure at first whether they should be horrified or impressed that Ivan had managed eliminated his monarch in such a gruesome way only to establish a corrupt government after the death of Lenin. An idea that was supposed to benefit all, had shrivelled and rotted in the hands of Stalin to become just as unjust as the monarch of old if not worse.
Ludwig had been lucky that his monarch had abdicated after the war leaving him with the weak and useless Weimer Republic. Both Ivan and him had been given the short stick of the pile suffering due to things neither of them could have controlled or foreseen. It didn’t mean that Ludwig felt any sort of camaraderie with Ivan; it merely meant that he understood the hardships that he was going through to a degree.
All these unfortunate events brought him to today, on this plane coupled with Reich Minister of Foreign Affairs Joachim Von Ribbentrop and a few other members of the party, on a direct flight to Moscow. Everything that had occurred in the past forty years between them disregarded for what would eventually bring about an ideological victory for the National Socialist German’s Worker party. Regardless of the fact that making this forsaken pact was as hypocritical as they came especially with how much propaganda had been thrown at not only the German people but as well as Latin America and most of western Europe in regards to the evil of the communists.
Ironically enough, dealings with the Russians had been going on in secret for months now. This had not been the first time they had dealt with the communist or pretended to be very chummy with them. Ludwig had hoped that things would start to fall apart leaving a possible non-aggression pact on the wire to hang dry. He wanted the hypocrisy to be left to die bloodied and beaten but that had really been wishful thinking because when Hitler gave his word, specifically when there was a hidden agenda, he never went against his word….unfortunately, but he was sure that keeping to his word would soon be something he’d be quite flippant about.
The plane was making it’s decent and Ribbentrop, although the man had seen him on many occasions, was staring at him with a mix of suspicion and curiosity. Ludwig’s lips thinned as he quirked his brow at the man setting the files he had been reading merely to refresh his memory for the upcoming proceedings.
“Can I help you, Reich Minister Ribbentrop?” Ludwig spoke up the mild irritation evident in his tone because the man had hardly been discreet about his staring the entire flight.
“It’s just a wonder how someone so young became so important so quickly.” Ribbentrop replied pensively.
Ludwig let out a sigh as he meticulously cleaned up the array of papers he had littered on his pull out table before slipping them into an attaché case. “The same could be asked of you, Reich Minister. You are quite young for the position you hold.”
The man grew quiet and with that the plane landed smoothly coming to a stop moments after.