"History Paper" by Carmen Hernandez
this story was sent to me today by Carmen Hernandez, enjoy!!
Title: History Paper
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Mussolini/Stalin, Hitler/Stalin
Summary: Hitler needs a partner to share the spoils of war with
Author: Carmen Hernandez
Disclaimer: Any similarity between the fictional version of the person portrayed here and the actual person is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. This is not an attempt to defame the character of said person on the basis of libel, as the work is FICTIONAL (and NOT an intently false statement created with the express purpose of misleading others about the actual character of said person).
The Fuhrer kept his back turned to the door as he whispered into the telephone. He listened intently for a moment, his eyes gleaming in the nearby candlelight, and then replied with a soft murmur of his own. After several moments of secretive banter with intermittent giggles, Adolf hung up the phone and quickly straightened his jacket. The two guards outside his door suddenly snapped back to attention. He peered at them for a moment from within his dark cave-like office, then strode towards the doorway. The two guards flung their right arms skyward and shouted “Hail Hitler!” as he passed.
As soon as he was out of sight, one guard leaned towards the other. “Has he got himself a girlfriend finally…?”
-----
Adolf had never been much of a relationship man, but he realized now that with his plan of dominating the world, he wanted-no, needed-someone at his side to share all the power, riches, and glory. Someone he could sit down to a nice dinner salad and idly chat with. He had a particular individual in mind, someone who had recently become very dear to him. The problem was that the world could never ever know, for it could destroy them both. No, no, the world must remain ignorant to his personal life.
He sat quietly in the back seat of his touring car and chewed on his thumbnail for a bit as he contemplated the possibilities.
“Driver,” he finally called out. “We need to stop at a florist before we go to the opera.” His Jewish Negro slave complied with a nod of his head and pulled up to the nearest corner flower shop.
“No, wait.” How could he be so foolish? He couldn’t send flowers; the florist would know then. That would be unacceptable. He ordered the driver to continue on and began to mutter to himself: “When…when?”
-----
As the month and “his” war ventured on, Hitler could always find himself one step ahead of his enemies’ strategies. However, he was growing a deep undeniable fear in the pit of his gut that his neighbor, Joseph Stalin, might form an alliance with the western democracies in spite of their friendship . He knew that would be taken care of soon enough though, when they would meet to sign he Nazi-Soviet Non-Aggression Pact. He had also invited his Italian ally, Benito Mussolini to join them as a spectator and to enjoy the festivities.
The meeting couldn’t come quickly enough; within several weeks two fascist leaders and a communist leader were merrily sharing drinks around a boardroom table, surrounded by all of their loyal subjects. The non-aggression pact had been signed, and they all sat around shoving pork rolls and veggie wraps into their indulgent little mouths to celebrate. The two signers of the pact-Adolph and Joseph-reveled in their own supposed streaks of genius, and were quite proud of themselves.
“You are like me,” Joseph mused to Adolph. “We are insatiable.”
The merrymaking continued long into the night. Gradually, attendees from the party began to disappear out into the cold night or in search of an empty guestroom in which to collapse or entertain their dates.
Slightly intoxicated and senseless from drinking, Adolf drifted down the hallway in search of his secret lover.
“Where are you? I haven’t been with you in so long…” he cooed out softly. He looked behind a portrait bust of a Greek god and frowned, disappointed that his lover could not be found there. Next, he looked behind a large velvet drapery that was hanging on a wall. Still no sign, to his dismay. He stumbled past his office; a sound distracted him.
He paused. There was a male voice coming from within. He pushed the heavy door open a crack and strained to listen.
“Ahhh, mio amore e tesoro” the familiar voice murmured. A rustling sound was heard then. Adolf blinked in the darkness, and squinted. His eyes adjusted gradually and he could finally make out two figures groping and caressing in the dark.
His eyes widened in disbelief. Someone was behaving inappropriately in his office! How dare they! He angrily pushed the door open and flipped on a nearby light. The two spooning figures froze. Adolf immediately halted in his tracks.
There, tightly grasping each other in the corner, Benito Mussolini and Joseph Stalin gaped at him, held in a deer-caught-in-the-headlights type horror. Within seconds, Adolf reacted. His face became the color of a fresh turnip, his shaking fists rose to his hair, and his breath stopped entirely.
“How dare you!” he howled in fury. “What would the citizens of your countries think?!
Benito stared at the floor as he tentatively pulled his shirt back up over his shoulders.
“I want you out of here! Now!” Adolf barked. He stomped foot ferociously and pointed towards the door. The two wildly embarrassed men quickly buttoned their shirts, fixed their hair, and hastily made their way to the door.
“Wait,” Adolf instructed. “Joseph, you will remain here.” He waved Benito away. “Get out of here, you…you shamed fool! Yes, that’s right, I know how the Australians ran you out of Egypt, you coward! Now get out of my sight!”
Mussolini ran crying from the room.
The two were alone now, and Adolph could no longer contain himself. He slapped Joseph. The palm-to-cheek blow resounded loudly.
“How could you do this to me?” he screeched.
Joseph cringed at the blow and an apologetic grimace crossed his face. Adolf continued. “In my own home, behind my back! After all we’ve been through! After I told you how much I needed you…” he reached out and trailed a loving finger down Joseph’s cheek. “I was looking everywhere for you tonight. I thought we could have our special alone time.”
Joseph fell to his knees at the Fuhrer’s feet. “A thousand apologies!” he groveled. “Please forgive me, I swear it was the wine. He meant nothing to me! Please!” He clutched desperately at Adolf’s hand. “How could I possibly make it up to you? I’ll do anything….anything…” He sobbed pathetically on the floor.
Adolf remained thoughtful for a moment. How could he work this to his advantage? This could turn out quite well. Quite well indeed. He pulled his unfaithful lover to his feet. “Pledge your allegiance to me,” he demanded. “This is how you may redeem yourself. Pledge your allegiance to me. You will then also have your army conduct themselves according to my instruction.”
Stalin looked gravely at Hitler for a moment. “You murder communists. You murder those that represent what I believe in.”
Hitler crossed his arms and sighed. “Do you want me to forgive you or not?”
Stalin then finally bit his bottom lip and nodded his head. “I will do it for you. I would do it for only you.”
Hitler nodded as well. “Excellent. Then I forgive you.” He smiled.
-----
And that was how it was. The massive Russian army was then under the command of both Hitler and Stalin, although Stalin eventually seemed to fade away into the background, appearing to give Hitler sole totalitarianism control as far as the public eye was concerned. Their downfall would have undoubtedly been inevitable had the knowledge of their true relationship been revealed. The two leaders overlooked their political differences in favor for a glorified conquest that they wished to share happily together.
On one occasion, Stalin and Hitler secretly met in a territory annexed from defeated Poland. A train silently pulled into a station into Lvov, while the area was strictly guarded. All traffic was halted. Naturally, this attracted attention, and to the general public it was stated that they had signed a military treaty to replace the non-aggression pact.
In reality, this meeting was not of military nature. The truth of the matter was that Stalin and Hitler were being wed, and once again they were in need of a reasonable and acceptable excuse with tight security in order to have such an event take place. With their union sealed, their conquest of the world could resume.
The Soviet army was trained, armed, and uniformed by the expert and professional Germans. Eventually the time came to help Japan invade the United States. In spite of the untiring and fearless bite of the U.S. military, the combination Russo-German army with the aid of Japanese air power soon overwhelmed the country. As soon as the Russo-Germans were finished using Japan, they invaded and took them over as well.
This great planetary empire, with all unfavorable races and social classes eliminated, is now presided over by the great Joseph Hitler, son of the two men that founded our flawless way of life. Every country has been united in a utopian way of life, and now with the help of both space agencies of the United States of the Russo-German Empire and the Russians, we can now look skyward and intrigue ourselves with the idea and the possibilities of conquering other worlds.
Title: History Paper
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Mussolini/Stalin, Hitler/Stalin
Summary: Hitler needs a partner to share the spoils of war with
Author: Carmen Hernandez
Disclaimer: Any similarity between the fictional version of the person portrayed here and the actual person is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. This is not an attempt to defame the character of said person on the basis of libel, as the work is FICTIONAL (and NOT an intently false statement created with the express purpose of misleading others about the actual character of said person).
The Fuhrer kept his back turned to the door as he whispered into the telephone. He listened intently for a moment, his eyes gleaming in the nearby candlelight, and then replied with a soft murmur of his own. After several moments of secretive banter with intermittent giggles, Adolf hung up the phone and quickly straightened his jacket. The two guards outside his door suddenly snapped back to attention. He peered at them for a moment from within his dark cave-like office, then strode towards the doorway. The two guards flung their right arms skyward and shouted “Hail Hitler!” as he passed.
As soon as he was out of sight, one guard leaned towards the other. “Has he got himself a girlfriend finally…?”
-----
Adolf had never been much of a relationship man, but he realized now that with his plan of dominating the world, he wanted-no, needed-someone at his side to share all the power, riches, and glory. Someone he could sit down to a nice dinner salad and idly chat with. He had a particular individual in mind, someone who had recently become very dear to him. The problem was that the world could never ever know, for it could destroy them both. No, no, the world must remain ignorant to his personal life.
He sat quietly in the back seat of his touring car and chewed on his thumbnail for a bit as he contemplated the possibilities.
“Driver,” he finally called out. “We need to stop at a florist before we go to the opera.” His Jewish Negro slave complied with a nod of his head and pulled up to the nearest corner flower shop.
“No, wait.” How could he be so foolish? He couldn’t send flowers; the florist would know then. That would be unacceptable. He ordered the driver to continue on and began to mutter to himself: “When…when?”
-----
As the month and “his” war ventured on, Hitler could always find himself one step ahead of his enemies’ strategies. However, he was growing a deep undeniable fear in the pit of his gut that his neighbor, Joseph Stalin, might form an alliance with the western democracies in spite of their friendship . He knew that would be taken care of soon enough though, when they would meet to sign he Nazi-Soviet Non-Aggression Pact. He had also invited his Italian ally, Benito Mussolini to join them as a spectator and to enjoy the festivities.
The meeting couldn’t come quickly enough; within several weeks two fascist leaders and a communist leader were merrily sharing drinks around a boardroom table, surrounded by all of their loyal subjects. The non-aggression pact had been signed, and they all sat around shoving pork rolls and veggie wraps into their indulgent little mouths to celebrate. The two signers of the pact-Adolph and Joseph-reveled in their own supposed streaks of genius, and were quite proud of themselves.
“You are like me,” Joseph mused to Adolph. “We are insatiable.”
The merrymaking continued long into the night. Gradually, attendees from the party began to disappear out into the cold night or in search of an empty guestroom in which to collapse or entertain their dates.
Slightly intoxicated and senseless from drinking, Adolf drifted down the hallway in search of his secret lover.
“Where are you? I haven’t been with you in so long…” he cooed out softly. He looked behind a portrait bust of a Greek god and frowned, disappointed that his lover could not be found there. Next, he looked behind a large velvet drapery that was hanging on a wall. Still no sign, to his dismay. He stumbled past his office; a sound distracted him.
He paused. There was a male voice coming from within. He pushed the heavy door open a crack and strained to listen.
“Ahhh, mio amore e tesoro” the familiar voice murmured. A rustling sound was heard then. Adolf blinked in the darkness, and squinted. His eyes adjusted gradually and he could finally make out two figures groping and caressing in the dark.
His eyes widened in disbelief. Someone was behaving inappropriately in his office! How dare they! He angrily pushed the door open and flipped on a nearby light. The two spooning figures froze. Adolf immediately halted in his tracks.
There, tightly grasping each other in the corner, Benito Mussolini and Joseph Stalin gaped at him, held in a deer-caught-in-the-headlights type horror. Within seconds, Adolf reacted. His face became the color of a fresh turnip, his shaking fists rose to his hair, and his breath stopped entirely.
“How dare you!” he howled in fury. “What would the citizens of your countries think?!
Benito stared at the floor as he tentatively pulled his shirt back up over his shoulders.
“I want you out of here! Now!” Adolf barked. He stomped foot ferociously and pointed towards the door. The two wildly embarrassed men quickly buttoned their shirts, fixed their hair, and hastily made their way to the door.
“Wait,” Adolf instructed. “Joseph, you will remain here.” He waved Benito away. “Get out of here, you…you shamed fool! Yes, that’s right, I know how the Australians ran you out of Egypt, you coward! Now get out of my sight!”
Mussolini ran crying from the room.
The two were alone now, and Adolph could no longer contain himself. He slapped Joseph. The palm-to-cheek blow resounded loudly.
“How could you do this to me?” he screeched.
Joseph cringed at the blow and an apologetic grimace crossed his face. Adolf continued. “In my own home, behind my back! After all we’ve been through! After I told you how much I needed you…” he reached out and trailed a loving finger down Joseph’s cheek. “I was looking everywhere for you tonight. I thought we could have our special alone time.”
Joseph fell to his knees at the Fuhrer’s feet. “A thousand apologies!” he groveled. “Please forgive me, I swear it was the wine. He meant nothing to me! Please!” He clutched desperately at Adolf’s hand. “How could I possibly make it up to you? I’ll do anything….anything…” He sobbed pathetically on the floor.
Adolf remained thoughtful for a moment. How could he work this to his advantage? This could turn out quite well. Quite well indeed. He pulled his unfaithful lover to his feet. “Pledge your allegiance to me,” he demanded. “This is how you may redeem yourself. Pledge your allegiance to me. You will then also have your army conduct themselves according to my instruction.”
Stalin looked gravely at Hitler for a moment. “You murder communists. You murder those that represent what I believe in.”
Hitler crossed his arms and sighed. “Do you want me to forgive you or not?”
Stalin then finally bit his bottom lip and nodded his head. “I will do it for you. I would do it for only you.”
Hitler nodded as well. “Excellent. Then I forgive you.” He smiled.
-----
And that was how it was. The massive Russian army was then under the command of both Hitler and Stalin, although Stalin eventually seemed to fade away into the background, appearing to give Hitler sole totalitarianism control as far as the public eye was concerned. Their downfall would have undoubtedly been inevitable had the knowledge of their true relationship been revealed. The two leaders overlooked their political differences in favor for a glorified conquest that they wished to share happily together.
On one occasion, Stalin and Hitler secretly met in a territory annexed from defeated Poland. A train silently pulled into a station into Lvov, while the area was strictly guarded. All traffic was halted. Naturally, this attracted attention, and to the general public it was stated that they had signed a military treaty to replace the non-aggression pact.
In reality, this meeting was not of military nature. The truth of the matter was that Stalin and Hitler were being wed, and once again they were in need of a reasonable and acceptable excuse with tight security in order to have such an event take place. With their union sealed, their conquest of the world could resume.
The Soviet army was trained, armed, and uniformed by the expert and professional Germans. Eventually the time came to help Japan invade the United States. In spite of the untiring and fearless bite of the U.S. military, the combination Russo-German army with the aid of Japanese air power soon overwhelmed the country. As soon as the Russo-Germans were finished using Japan, they invaded and took them over as well.
This great planetary empire, with all unfavorable races and social classes eliminated, is now presided over by the great Joseph Hitler, son of the two men that founded our flawless way of life. Every country has been united in a utopian way of life, and now with the help of both space agencies of the United States of the Russo-German Empire and the Russians, we can now look skyward and intrigue ourselves with the idea and the possibilities of conquering other worlds.