Germany/England - bonding during WWII
anonymous
November 5 2010, 23:10:36 UTC
Arthur and Ludwig are both soldiers on different sides in WWII and meet each other as the only survivors on a battle field. They’re both wounded and too exhausted to fight and they end up talking and really liking each other. So they make a promise, that, if they both survive the war and there’s better times somewhen, they will meet again and start all over.
If they ever do meet again, is up to anon :)
Bonus: I'd prefer if Germany didn't approve of the Nazi-ways, but didn't have another choice.
God Has No Place Here [1.1/?]
anonymous
December 16 2010, 16:22:47 UTC
authornon thought she'd get this up during her lunch period =D
Dark, dark, it was so damned dark. Arthur staggered through the field, his gun still in one hand as his other held the bleeding wound in his side. He tripped over another soldier’s body, closing his eyes as he lay on the ground to avoid looking at them and seeing blood, all that blood.
After some time, how long?, Arthur opened his eyes again. The first thing he saw was an American soldier’s once-bright blue eyes dulled by death staring straight into his. He clenched his eyes shut again, feeling his lips start to tremble as that first betraying tear slid down his cheek.
He didn’t hear the squelch of boots in the mud, but he heard the cock of a gun. Arthur raised his head then opened his eyes, making sure he wouldn’t see that American again. A German soldier stood in front of him, equally bloody and muddy, the hand he could see missing at least two fingers. Arthur stood up as fast as he could, still painfully slowly, pointing his own gun at the other man
( ... )
Re: God Has No Place Here [1.2/?]
anonymous
December 16 2010, 20:26:43 UTC
“Then why are you in the German military?”
“My brother cannot fight anymore, he was crippled at the Somme in the Great War, and my cousin was as well. My father is too old to fight. There are no other men in my family. People were already saying we were against Hitler, that we loved Jews, and they were attacking us. I had to become a soldier to stop them from hurting my brother and father.”
“And hurting my son is any better than that?”
“Everyone must do what they think is right. I do not think Hitler is right, but Gilbert could not be made to suffer more than he has.”
“I concede you that. God knows what I would do...”
“God has no place here. That is something I have realized.”
Arthur met Ludwig’s eyes again, then looked away, at Ludwig’s injured hand as he began to bandage it.
“You mentioned a son, Arthur. Do you have a wife?”
“No, not anymore. She was killed in the beginning of the Blitz.”
“I am sorry.”
“You should be.”
“Then I apologize again.”
“That won’t make it better. It won’t bring
( ... )
God Has No Place Here [1.3/?]
anonymous
December 16 2010, 20:36:08 UTC
Arthur finally located a roll of cloth, wrapping it around his torso to try and stop the bleeding. Ludwig finally wrapped his hand, laying it on his thigh.
“Ludwig.”
“Yes, Arthur?”
“You’re a good guy.”
“Thank you. You are too, Arthur.”
“I hope your brother and father are safe now.”
“I wish for your son to remain safe.”
“Thank you,” Arthur sighed and looked up at the sky. “Do you think this war will end soon?”
“I think it will. The Americans have joined you. It will end soon.”
“Aren’t you worried about what will happen to your country?”
“No. Hitler and his men will get what they have deserved.”
“But if you live in-”
“I live in Munster. I will be safe.”
“That’s good. That will be the UK's or America's zone.”
Ludwig nodded. “Yes, I am fortunate.”
“Do you think we’ll make it out of the war alive?”
“I do not know. It is up to God.”
“But God has no place here.”
“He will make things right even when he is not here. That is the power of God.”
Re: God Has No Place Here [1.3/?]
anonymous
December 16 2010, 20:38:20 UTC
I almost did, I think xD
It's brilliant! Their conversation, the atmosphere, everything... I really hope this is not the end... And I'm glad someone is filling this request, I need more of this pairing in my life... *sigh*
Ooooh... Ooooooooh! This... is... so... absolutely beautiful O.O I.. I don't even know what to say... but I'll try
I just love it how you write in so much dialogue - it just gives the whole thing such a special feeling. I think none uf us will ever know what a battlefield looks and feels like and we all have read so much descriptions already that it sometimes feels almost tiring for me. You, however, zoom in on their talking, showing only the surface, but still expressing all of their feelings so well in just what they're saying. I'm absolutely in love with that style!!!
And what the hell - you de-anoned? WHY DID I NOT SEE IT? >.< *drools* I need to read more of your awesome writing. let me be your Edward *creep*
By Munster, did you mean Münster? Don't worry to change it, though, I'm used to reading German words without Umlaute since I'm on the kink-meme xD It's just a bit weird for us German-speakers because u and ü are two very different sounds. Though it's not half as funny as the formality all the nations always use when they
( ... )
Re: God Has No Place Here [1.3/?]
anonymous
December 18 2010, 19:57:53 UTC
I love this so much! Oh my, you really pulled it off well, author!anon. I especially enjoyed Ludwig's faith--it's rare to find an AU wherein the authors take religion into account. I also liked Arthur having a son and having previously married fem!Alfred--it gives him a little more depth, you know? Not just randomly "oh lulz i like guys too"
God Has No Place Here [2.1/?]
anonymous
December 16 2010, 20:47:18 UTC
Arthur sat on the train to Munster, watching the countryside flash by. It had not been hard to find his way to the city so soon after the war, as he was stationed in the British zone of Germany. It had been a quick trip from Cologne, especially with his uniform.
He stepped off the train when it arrived, smoothing the uniform he was forced to wear. Even if he was on a personal visit, he had gotten the assignment as a solider, and he would have been brought back to the headquarters if he didn’t wear it. Arthur looked around, searching for the familiar smoothed back hair.
“Arthur?” someone asked from behind him. The Englishman turned around fast, military reflexes still alive, then smiled when he saw Ludwig. He stuck out his hand, the German shook it. Ludwig’s hair was just as light as Arthur remembered, and if he was more poetic he would have compared it to the rays of the sun. His eyes were still blue, his skin still pale, still the same man even without the dirt and blood and death.
God Has No Place Here [2.2/?]
anonymous
December 16 2010, 21:09:52 UTC
“Your uniform looks well kept,” Ludwig said, changing the subject.
“They gave me a new one, when I changed offices. I take it you no longer have yours?”
Ludwig was silent for a time, focusing on driving. “I burned it, as soon as I left the military. And I put the ashes in the river.”
“I wish I could have done that with mine. It must have been satisfying.”
“Some times I can make myself believe it was a dream, because I do not have it. It is better than seeing it in my closet. Gilbert keeps his there.”
“I thought he hated the war.”
“He does. He says that it helps him remember certain things, like what is needed to prevent another war. I think it is working, because he has changed much since he came back from that war.”
Arthur nodded. “That’s good. We all changed.”
Ludwig smiled a little, and nodded. “For the better, I think.”
Arthur nodded again, more thoughtful. “Yes, for the better.”
Ludwig opened his mouth to speak, then seemed to hesitate. “Do you remember what I said, the last thing?”
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anonymous
December 16 2010, 21:27:28 UTC
Soooo I read it now :D
PETER IS DEAD!?!? Noooo. Let me mourn him a few moments ...
Alright now. I see your awesome style is still the same and obviously, I still love it xD Aaaw I love Ludwig as a clock-maker. Lol, does he make cuckoo-clocks? xD
Can't wait to see Gilbert and how he's "changed". Oh and I really like that special mood between Arthur and Ludwig. It just shows that they share something deep, even though they are practically strangers. And I really wonder what Ludwig wanted to tell him. Damn you for not telling >.<
Okay! Now that my impatience wasn't necessary at all, I'll be a good girl and be patient But only because I know I don't have to be, if you're uploading so soon already
You may now have my love instead of my poor, burnt cookies (they're burnt even though they're only virtual. I'm English at heart.) ~ <3
God Has No Place Here [3.1/?]
anonymous
December 17 2010, 00:35:06 UTC
They went up to the door, the dark front door imposing rather then welcoming. Arthur looked around as Ludwig unlocked the door, taking in the light brick of the house, the curtains seeming to be drawn in every room. He heard the click of the lock, turning to look at the German again.
“My brother is most likely sleeping,” Ludwig told him in a low voice. “I can show you to the living room, but we should be quiet so he does not wake--”
“Bruder!”
Ludwig jolted and muttered something, hurrying inside. At the base of the stairs he called back to Arthur. “You can come inside, I will only be a minute.” Then he ran up the stairs, and Arthur stood in the doorway, staring after him.
A couple of seconds later, loud thumps were heard over his head, and Arthur looked up, startled. His eyes widened, taking him back to the war, the thundering sound of guns and tanks, people collapsing all around him, dead or wounded, a piece of shrapnel cutting into his side and--
God Has No Place Here [3.2/?]
anonymous
December 17 2010, 00:38:15 UTC
Ludwig turned into a room off of the hallway, holding the door open for Gilbert and Arthur. Inside, sitting at the table, were a man and a woman. They both looked over when the three came in, the woman smiling and the man simply staring at them. She turned to Ludwig, saying something in German, and Gilbert responded for him. Then she looked at Arthur, her deep green eyes friendly.
“Elizabeta,” she said simply.
“Arthur,” Arthur said in kind, smiling back.
“She does not know English, even less than Gilbert,” Ludwig explained. “When I told them you were coming to visit they both started practicing again.”
The brunet man was still studying Arthur, his eyes narrow behind wire-rimmed glasses. “My name is Roderich, it is a pleasure to meet you,” he said, turning away as soon as he had spoken.
“The pleasure is mine, Roderich,” Arthur responded. He watched as Elizabeta picked up a spoon from the single bowl on the table, holding it out to the brunet, who ate the porridge in it. Arthur looked back to Ludwig for an
( ... )
God Has No Place Here [3.3/?]
anonymous
December 17 2010, 00:41:19 UTC
The German man’s room was just as bare as Arthur’s own, only one piece of adornment, a picture, on the dresser. Arthur looked back at Ludwig as he heard the door close softly, meeting the other’s blue eyes.
“I am a private person, myself, sometimes,” Ludwig said by way of explanation, smiling softly.
“We are all private in our own ways,” Arthur agreed, “But you did not seem private from when we talked on the field.”
“War is different,” Ludwig replied quietly.
“It is,” Arthur murmured.
They were quiet for some time. There was no awkwardness, just a simple camaraderie that can only be shared by two men that had seen the same horrors.
“What was it that you wanted to tell me?” Arthur asked, staring into Ludwig’s eyes.
“Perhaps now is not the right time.”
Arthur simply raised a large eyebrow, looking pointedly at the taller blond.
Ludwig blushed a little, just a slight reddening of his cheeks that Arthur would have missed if he hadn’t been staring at him.
“Please do not take this in an improper way,” Ludwig
( ... )
oh man... seriously... seriously... just wow... I'm so glad I stayed up to read this.
Thank you SO MUCH for filling this author!anon, I'm enjoying every single passage, every single sentence. *showers you with love and praise* Please keep up the awesome work <3
If they ever do meet again, is up to anon :)
Bonus: I'd prefer if Germany didn't approve of the Nazi-ways, but didn't have another choice.
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Dark, dark, it was so damned dark. Arthur staggered through the field, his gun still in one hand as his other held the bleeding wound in his side. He tripped over another soldier’s body, closing his eyes as he lay on the ground to avoid looking at them and seeing blood, all that blood.
After some time, how long?, Arthur opened his eyes again. The first thing he saw was an American soldier’s once-bright blue eyes dulled by death staring straight into his. He clenched his eyes shut again, feeling his lips start to tremble as that first betraying tear slid down his cheek.
He didn’t hear the squelch of boots in the mud, but he heard the cock of a gun. Arthur raised his head then opened his eyes, making sure he wouldn’t see that American again. A German soldier stood in front of him, equally bloody and muddy, the hand he could see missing at least two fingers. Arthur stood up as fast as he could, still painfully slowly, pointing his own gun at the other man ( ... )
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“My brother cannot fight anymore, he was crippled at the Somme in the Great War, and my cousin was as well. My father is too old to fight. There are no other men in my family. People were already saying we were against Hitler, that we loved Jews, and they were attacking us. I had to become a soldier to stop them from hurting my brother and father.”
“And hurting my son is any better than that?”
“Everyone must do what they think is right. I do not think Hitler is right, but Gilbert could not be made to suffer more than he has.”
“I concede you that. God knows what I would do...”
“God has no place here. That is something I have realized.”
Arthur met Ludwig’s eyes again, then looked away, at Ludwig’s injured hand as he began to bandage it.
“You mentioned a son, Arthur. Do you have a wife?”
“No, not anymore. She was killed in the beginning of the Blitz.”
“I am sorry.”
“You should be.”
“Then I apologize again.”
“That won’t make it better. It won’t bring ( ... )
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“Ludwig.”
“Yes, Arthur?”
“You’re a good guy.”
“Thank you. You are too, Arthur.”
“I hope your brother and father are safe now.”
“I wish for your son to remain safe.”
“Thank you,” Arthur sighed and looked up at the sky. “Do you think this war will end soon?”
“I think it will. The Americans have joined you. It will end soon.”
“Aren’t you worried about what will happen to your country?”
“No. Hitler and his men will get what they have deserved.”
“But if you live in-”
“I live in Munster. I will be safe.”
“That’s good. That will be the UK's or America's zone.”
Ludwig nodded. “Yes, I am fortunate.”
“Do you think we’ll make it out of the war alive?”
“I do not know. It is up to God.”
“But God has no place here.”
“He will make things right even when he is not here. That is the power of God.”
“When the war is over, I might ( ... )
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It's brilliant! Their conversation, the atmosphere, everything... I really hope this is not the end... And I'm glad someone is filling this request, I need more of this pairing in my life... *sigh*
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I just love it how you write in so much dialogue - it just gives the whole thing such a special feeling. I think none uf us will ever know what a battlefield looks and feels like and we all have read so much descriptions already that it sometimes feels almost tiring for me. You, however, zoom in on their talking, showing only the surface, but still expressing all of their feelings so well in just what they're saying. I'm absolutely in love with that style!!!
And what the hell - you de-anoned? WHY DID I NOT SEE IT? >.< *drools* I need to read more of your awesome writing. let me be your Edward *creep*
By Munster, did you mean Münster? Don't worry to change it, though, I'm used to reading German words without Umlaute since I'm on the kink-meme xD It's just a bit weird for us German-speakers because u and ü are two very different sounds. Though it's not half as funny as the formality all the nations always use when they ( ... )
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I can't wait to see more, and what happens.
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He stepped off the train when it arrived, smoothing the uniform he was forced to wear. Even if he was on a personal visit, he had gotten the assignment as a solider, and he would have been brought back to the headquarters if he didn’t wear it. Arthur looked around, searching for the familiar smoothed back hair.
“Arthur?” someone asked from behind him. The Englishman turned around fast, military reflexes still alive, then smiled when he saw Ludwig. He stuck out his hand, the German shook it. Ludwig’s hair was just as light as Arthur remembered, and if he was more poetic he would have compared it to the rays of the sun. His eyes were still blue, his skin still pale, still the same man even without the dirt and blood and death.
“It’s good to see you, Ludwig. God ( ... )
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“They gave me a new one, when I changed offices. I take it you no longer have yours?”
Ludwig was silent for a time, focusing on driving. “I burned it, as soon as I left the military. And I put the ashes in the river.”
“I wish I could have done that with mine. It must have been satisfying.”
“Some times I can make myself believe it was a dream, because I do not have it. It is better than seeing it in my closet. Gilbert keeps his there.”
“I thought he hated the war.”
“He does. He says that it helps him remember certain things, like what is needed to prevent another war. I think it is working, because he has changed much since he came back from that war.”
Arthur nodded. “That’s good. We all changed.”
Ludwig smiled a little, and nodded. “For the better, I think.”
Arthur nodded again, more thoughtful. “Yes, for the better.”
Ludwig opened his mouth to speak, then seemed to hesitate. “Do you remember what I said, the last thing?”
( ... )
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I'll read it right away and deliver some more love to you~
Until then, have these virtual chocolate-cookies <3
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PETER IS DEAD!?!? Noooo. Let me mourn him a few moments ...
Alright now. I see your awesome style is still the same and obviously, I still love it xD
Aaaw I love Ludwig as a clock-maker. Lol, does he make cuckoo-clocks? xD
Can't wait to see Gilbert and how he's "changed". Oh and I really like that special mood between Arthur and Ludwig. It just shows that they share something deep, even though they are practically strangers. And I really wonder what Ludwig wanted to tell him. Damn you for not telling >.<
Okay! Now that my impatience wasn't necessary at all, I'll be a good girl and be patient But only because I know I don't have to be, if you're uploading so soon already
You may now have my love instead of my poor, burnt cookies (they're burnt even though they're only virtual. I'm English at heart.)
~ <3
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“My brother is most likely sleeping,” Ludwig told him in a low voice. “I can show you to the living room, but we should be quiet so he does not wake--”
“Bruder!”
Ludwig jolted and muttered something, hurrying inside. At the base of the stairs he called back to Arthur. “You can come inside, I will only be a minute.” Then he ran up the stairs, and Arthur stood in the doorway, staring after him.
A couple of seconds later, loud thumps were heard over his head, and Arthur looked up, startled. His eyes widened, taking him back to the war, the thundering sound of guns and tanks, people collapsing all around him, dead or wounded, a piece of shrapnel cutting into his side and--
“--thur? Arthur?”
Arthur shook himself, looking towards the ( ... )
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“Elizabeta,” she said simply.
“Arthur,” Arthur said in kind, smiling back.
“She does not know English, even less than Gilbert,” Ludwig explained. “When I told them you were coming to visit they both started practicing again.”
The brunet man was still studying Arthur, his eyes narrow behind wire-rimmed glasses. “My name is Roderich, it is a pleasure to meet you,” he said, turning away as soon as he had spoken.
“The pleasure is mine, Roderich,” Arthur responded. He watched as Elizabeta picked up a spoon from the single bowl on the table, holding it out to the brunet, who ate the porridge in it. Arthur looked back to Ludwig for an ( ... )
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“I am a private person, myself, sometimes,” Ludwig said by way of explanation, smiling softly.
“We are all private in our own ways,” Arthur agreed, “But you did not seem private from when we talked on the field.”
“War is different,” Ludwig replied quietly.
“It is,” Arthur murmured.
They were quiet for some time. There was no awkwardness, just a simple camaraderie that can only be shared by two men that had seen the same horrors.
“What was it that you wanted to tell me?” Arthur asked, staring into Ludwig’s eyes.
“Perhaps now is not the right time.”
Arthur simply raised a large eyebrow, looking pointedly at the taller blond.
Ludwig blushed a little, just a slight reddening of his cheeks that Arthur would have missed if he hadn’t been staring at him.
“Please do not take this in an improper way,” Ludwig ( ... )
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Thank you SO MUCH for filling this author!anon, I'm enjoying every single passage, every single sentence. *showers you with love and praise* Please keep up the awesome work <3
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