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Post by Germany on Jan 10, 2013 1:08:53 GMT -5
Sunday, September 3rd, 1939
Britain declared war on Germany.
Was the tall German surprised at all?
No, he wasn’t however the same couldn’t be said about his Führer for he was currently staring blankly at the space before him trying to comprehend how this had come about so quickly. Hitler had been sure that Britain and France were only bluffing when they said they were going to support Poland’s Independence. They had been bluffing when Hitler had re-militarized the Rheinland and when he had taken the Sudetenland, parts of Czechoslovakia and the Anschluss with Austria. Nothing had been done against him and yet it was the invasion of Poland that really threw him for a loop.
However, Germany had known it would only be a matter of time. Britain and France would only take so much for his disregard of the Treaty of Versailles before it would be too late to stop. It was like a small stone rolling down a mountain, hitting many other stones until all of a sudden there is an avalanche and there’s not much anyone can do about it.
He stood behind his Führer, arms clasped behind his back as he gave the man some breathing room. It was strange, recently, he had been asked to have breakfast with Hitler every morning as if the shorter male took comfort in his nations presences. There was no way Ludwig could deny him that considering there was no way he was allowed to disobey his boss. He was attached to the man until either someone else came to power or a new type of government was put into place regardless of if he liked his boss or not.
“Germany…” Came his Führer’s smooth voice. “I believe it’s time we make our first move.”
There was no longer any waver or nervousness to Hitler. He seemed certain as if this was the only solution because they had gotten this far and even though they were outmatched in military might 3-1, they would make this happen, they would beat back France and Britain.
Ludwig straightened himself, his eyes focused on the back of his Führer. “Shall I give out the orders?” He asks softly torn between being excited at the possibility of battle and horrified that he liked this so much. Luckily his face never once betrayed his thoughts as he stood there completely composed, face devoid of any expression but one of confidence.
“Yes, we march to France. I want Paris to fall.”
Ludwig nodded as he tried to figure out how they were going to accomplish such a feat with not even half the man power nor half the gun power. “Heil Hitler.” He saluted, before clicking his boots together and briskly exiting the room.
They would need extensive planning to pull this off properly but Ludwig always liked a challenge and since he was already this far past being nice, he wasn’t about to step back when he could feel victory in his bones.
Tuesday, July 9th, 1940
France, Belgium, Holland, Luxembourg….
They had all fallen to his might. They were under his occupation and all of them had fallen without much of a fight. Britain was the only one left. The only Ally that could pose him any great threat in this war and if he didn’t have to fight the nation, he’d be more than happy to avoid such casualties.
And so, Ludwig found himself in Arthur’s house, specifically the man’s study.
How he had gotten into the house was a mystery altogether but the reason he was here was of great importance and Ludwig was the only person who could deliver this message…this type of ultimatum to the Brit without truly ruining anything. There was a code between nations that allowed them at least this type of reprieve and he wasn’t there for hostile reasons but more to strike a deal.
His gaze falls on a beautifully carved chess set as he steps over to it letting his hand run over the black king. Even through his leather glove he could tell how smooth the artist had gotten the chess piece. It was a shame that this could be lost in the war…if his conversation with Arthur grew sour from the very beginning, then he would have no choice but to play his hand.
It was just a matter of waiting until Britain arrived.
(( Alright, so here it is after much delay. If you need me to change, add, get rid of anything let me know. If it's to vague I can try re-writing again. But here it is, finally. ))
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Post by England on Jan 10, 2013 21:06:10 GMT -5
England had watched all the others fall, he was relying on Canada now more than ever to help him win this. He came home from a long war meeting, rubbing at his temples as he set his keys down on the table by the front door. He moved quietly though the house, undoing his jacket as he headed to his study. Churchill had pulled him off to the side during the meeting and their conversation had been anything less than worrisome. It was strange seeing the new Prime Minister who seemed so strong and well grounded in front of everyone else. The man had been coming a hand over his bare head, a cigar perched between his lips. He was worried, he didn't want anyone else to know, but in front of Arthur he looked less like the rock Britain was relying on and more like an ordinary man who needed to hear some reassurance himself.
Arthur stopped snapped out of his thoughts when he realized the light was on his study, the warm glow under the door made him frown darkly, his hand slid to his belt where he had a small pistol holster he crept close to the door and eased it open. The sight of Germany made he pause, eyes narrowing as he forced himself to release his grip on the pistol. "Herr Ludwig…." he didn't often use the German honorific and he may not like the German, but he owed the other nation that level of respect.
"That chess set is older than you are," he commented as he moved into his study and closed the door. He had noticed the way the German had eyed it. "And it will not be leaving my study any time soon." He pointed out quietly as he moved to a small bar built into the wall of his study, pulling out two crystal glasses and pouring a thumb of brandy into each one.
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Post by Germany on Jan 11, 2013 0:58:34 GMT -5
Ludwig had heard Britain arrive even before he heard the key turn in the lock. His gaze drifts from the chess set and to the study door that he had purposely left ajar so that his presences would be made known from the very beginning. The tall German was actually glad that he didn’t have to wait too long for the shorter male because although usually he was a patient man, it was war time and his time away from his unit, was time away from planning a decisive victory over Britain.
It was the Englishman’s words that caused his gaze to fall on the other. This was the first time he had heard the man use ‘Herr’ rather than the nickname Arthur was quite fond of using. His brow quirks up as he pulls his arms around to clasp them behind his back. “Mr. Kirkland.” He greets deciding to give him equal respect.
He remains by the chess set as the British man makes his way further into the room. His gaze falling on it only when it is mentioned by the other male. “It’s very beautiful.” He comments idly. “I have no intention of taking it with me. Although, maybe I should be offended that you would think so lowly of me to resort to petty theft. Who knows, it could very well belong to me at the end of the war.” Ludwig continues casually his accent quite thick.
He’s not at all surprised when Arthur pours them both a drink. “I think you are aware of why I am here so I will make this quick.” Ludwig explains. “It will only be a matter of time that the battle is brought to your soil, you and I both know this, and so I’m offering you a way out. Join me. We don’t have to continue playing this petty game.”
Ludwig walked around the chess set to stand a few feet in front of the Englishman. “We can avoid unnecessary casualties this way.” He offers. “And unfortunately, I can’t wait days for an answer…I'll need an answer within this time frame.”
He spoke to Arthur as if he didn’t know the man, as if this was merely another transaction with a complete stranger. There was no emotion and there was certainly no evidence of the slight camaraderie they had shared not even a century back. So much had happened since then and the First World War had certainly soured many relations. This war had just been the icing on the cake for destroying them further.
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Post by England on Jan 13, 2013 1:04:55 GMT -5
Arthur picked up the glasses, taking everything the German had to say in strides as he handed him one of the drinks. "Petty game? I think you are taking this war much to lightly Ludwig, for this is nothing like a game it is rather more like a needless massacre of hundreds of boys who are hardly yet men even in the loosest sense of the word. We're sending boys who should still be playing and helping around farms out onto a battle field to watch their friends die and to face the same fate themselves out of desperation. We both want this to end and each in our own favour." He took a sip of his drink, he didn't even need to consider the German's offer, he knew his answer but he was going to make it look like he had to think about it. He moved to take a seat at the chess table, letting the fingers of his unoccupied hand brush over the polished board, it truly was a beautiful set. He would almost wish to call it a work of art but it just didn't seem to fit that idea.
"I will never join you Germany, not willingly and not even if you manage to best me in this war." He set his glass down on his knee, not wanting to leave a mark on the chess set's playing surface. It was inlaid with bone and a dark wood, the pieces were made of matching material, the details finely carved with care.
He glanced up at the German, his expression one of complete resolve on his choice. He was not one to back down when he had full faith in his men and their ability to win this. He had to have the faith in them, they needed someone to believe.
"I will send all the boys and men I have to in order to keep you from wining this. I cannot agree with your ideals and what you are doing, I cannot stand by that." He took a sip of his drink, he had to appear unaffected by his decision, if he couldn't do that then there was no hope for his people.
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Post by Germany on Jan 13, 2013 19:02:24 GMT -5
Ludwig took the glass carefully in his hold as he gently stirred the liquid around before bringing it up to his nose to take in the aroma. It was certainly some good brandy and it was a little shocking that the shorter male was inclined to sharing it with his enemy. However, he did not drink from it and instead kept it in his hold as a sort of prop for the interesting scenario they found themselves in.
His gaze fleets over the Englishman as he quietly takes in what is being said. It was true, there were too many boys being conscripted and forced into adulthood much quicker than needed. Yet, the Third Reich stripped away any sense of innocence anyone within his borders or under his control would have had if the times had been different.
If only Arthur knew what was going on behind closed doors, the man would realise that Ludwig was not treating this at all as a game. Rather, it was a sick twisted nightmare, one that he couldn’t escape from and one that continued to conflict his morals. On the one hand, he wanted to win the war, he wanted to show the allies that he was a force to be reckoned with and yet there was that other side of himself that begged him to lose…to stop trying.
It was in that moment, with those thoughts, that Ludwig decided to chase the possibility of his drink being poisoned and took a sip of his own. It was definitely good brandy, without a doubt. He swallowed the burning liquid before letting his gaze follow the other man, eyes drifting onto the chess board once again when it was given such attention by the Brit.
Ludwig wasn’t stupid. He was more than aware that Arthur would never join him. This meeting was a lost cause from the start but it hadn’t stopped him from coming, from at least trying. It was also a great way to see what kind of state the man was in, to assess the upcoming battle.
Their gazes meet. Ludwig doesn’t waver as he keeps it before nodding. “I figured this would be your answer.” He says simply. “But I had to try anyway.”
There is a moment of silence between them and Ludwig can’t help but remember that one Christmas during the Great War. “A match of chess before I depart…before we become enemies once again?” He asks as he takes the seat opposite of the Englishman.
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Post by England on Jan 14, 2013 19:35:33 GMT -5
The blonde's gaze left the chess set and looked up at him again as he asked for a game of chess. He glanced down at the board, letting his fingers run over one of the pieces. "I don't suppose we could agree that if I win you give up on this war?" he highly doubted that was possible, nothing was ever that simple. If only war could be like that. He took a sip of his own drink as he shifted in his seat sitting up and motioned to the board. "You're white you go first," he watched him curiously as he set his glass down on his knee again. His boss would have a heart attack if he knew Arthur was having a game of chess and a drink with the German.
He eyed the pieces on the board, enjoying the silence in the room for now. He was dreading how this whole war would play out, how much damage would be done and how many people would die before the German realized he wouldn't be able to win this one? He didn't think that telling the German that would make a difference though. He picked his drink up and sipped it again, watching Ludwig closely.
"You know... this war... you've destroyed a lot and I plan on making you pay for that when you lose. I am not saying that out of being over confident either." He had hold faith in his people and in the allies he had left.
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Post by Germany on Feb 8, 2013 11:15:13 GMT -5
Ludwig leans forward in his seat as he quirks a brow at the Englishman’s comment. “If war were that simple, none of us would be in this mess again, unfortunately, I don’t think my boss would take to well to losing a war because I can’t play a proper game of chess.” He says as he studies the chess board attentively. It still amazed him how nice of a set it was and the dark wood shone as if it Arthur had just bought it the day before. But, even though it had that new quality to it, there was still something very old about it and that aspect was attractive to Ludwig. He pulled off his glove and laid it down on his knee smoothing it out before reaching for one of his pawns. The German picked it up in between his thumb and index finger and it was as smooth as it looked. He held the pawn for a few seconds longer than necessary before moving it to e4. Phase one: Kanalkampf It was time; there was really no turning back at this point. France had fallen and the strategy was that once the French nation was secured and under complete German occupation, it would only be a matter of time to take over Britain. One of the only other forces that could compete with Germany if they so desired and if they pooled their resources properly. It was early July and perhaps too early in the morning for any normal being to be awake; however, it was essential that all fighter planes were checked. The planes were checked over from head to toe, fuel checked and refilled if low and pilots prepped for their fast approaching mission. Nothing was allowed to go wrong and it was crucial to catch the British by surprise or things would crumble and crumble very quickly. Both Generalfeldmarschall, Kesselring or Sperrle were sure that the attack on the English Channel would bring them back some good Intel, or at least better Intel on anything pertaining to possible British defences. If they could inhibit their enemy at the very beginning the battle would be a piece of cake and efficient execution of their plan would assure that, or so they hoped. An array of Heinkel He 111, Dornier Do 17, and Junkers Ju 88 had departed in a set formation to assure that each pilot had another pilot to keep an eye on them, if they were to encounter heavy resistance. But, seeing as that was not what was planned to happen if everything went according to plan, there wouldn’t be too much worrying about possible losses. The flight to the southeastern coast of the English Channel took barely minimum time and soon bombs were being released over ship convoys carrying goods from soldiers. Fires erupted upon impact and chaos ensued aboard these ships as more bombs were being released to sink as many ships as possible. The attack wasn’t a particularly long and when fire and smoke seemed to be a common sight, the fighter planes turned back around, their course France. Ludwig leaned back against his chair; his head was tilted slightly to the side as he let his gaze roam over the Englishman. “Destruction is unfortunately something that can’t be avoided in war but if I remember correctly you were the one that declared war on me, not me on you.” Hitler had been too hopeful that Britain would join their side. He was a fool to think the British would ever join them and their convoluted cause. “Anyway, it’s your move.” (( Finally, sorry for such a long wait. I got a little anal about doing research...and I'm still not satisfied to be honest, so I may come back and edit it. But, here it is! Let me know what you think. Also, just in case you don't have that site I sent you ages ago, here it is: www.chess.com/article/view/the-best-chess-game-ever-played)) |
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