We've been waiting [Germany]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2015 22:24:11 GMT -5
A cigarette hung from his lips as he stared at the map on the table. Night had fallen on the camp, but gun shells and explosion could still be heard not far off. His fingers twitched on top of the map, only moving to adjust the current military forces along the line. If Finland and Sweden would revoke their neutrality, they could go straight over the Finish border in Russia and force the man to fight within his own lands. It would force his hand to remove tanks from this line, giving them a greater opportunity. He slammed his hand in frustration, causing the pieces on the map to shake and some to topple over. A plan worth nothing at the moment. He took a deep drag of his fag before ashing it as he blew out a long trail of smoke. It bent and curved up to the top of the tent. They would lose Poland if they did not have a break through soon. His cigarette laid between his fingers as he brought them up to rub his temples.
“I’m getting too old for this,” he muttered to himself. He needed more support. Francis had done nothing as expected, and as soon as he appeared the man had made a quick excuse to return to his home, leaving him with the mess. They needed Ludwig. He bloody hated to admit that fact, but god damn it, they did. The man had made it to Moscow before, he knew how to do it again.
As if the lord himself had been listening, the tent opened and someone stepped inside. Only top Generals were allowed within, and they had all left hours ago when the battling continued into the evening. One must have returned. “What’s the status outside?” he asked, his hand still covering his eyes as he attempted to rub his frustration out of his form. He sighed and finally pulled his hand away to look at the General.
The fag in his hand dropped to the ground, burning for a moment before sizzling out in the mud. His large brows furrowed as his mouth opened and closed and opened once more. “Germany?” he remarked bewildered, “How-wha…well about bloody time you show up!” he shouted.
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Post by Germany - Ludwig Wilhelm on Jul 19, 2015 0:11:54 GMT -5
Even after breaking out of the prison, getting out of Russia wasn't exactly easy. But it also wasn't that difficult, as it was mainly a matter of keeping Ivan and other nations from finding them - any humans that discovered them were easy enough to handle. Since the distance involved wasn't significantly different, Germany suggested that they escape through Finland and thus avoid passing right through the thick of the wrong side of the European Front. Either way it isn't easy getting out of Russian occupied territory, but there's a clear difference in difficulty level.
From there it was an easy matter to get a ride back to Alliance territory, and once there Germany thought that it would be best to get right back to the front - he could have insisted that after all of the hardship and privations in Russia that he deserves a break, but in a way his time in Moscow was a break. Yes there was torture, lack of food, massive blood loss, but none of that was really so horrible and it was also so much time spent alone doing nothing. And since he got several good meals and more time to recover from his anemia even as they were leaving Russia, by the time he arrived back on the front he's raring to go.
But first he needs to track down an old friend. One who is also an old enemy, but they've managed to put most of that past behind them, leaving only that lingering sense of respect. England is why he wasn't too concerned about the Allegiance's efforts in Europe falling apart without him - not Prussia. And certainly not France - the man may have a big army, but what's more important than the size of the army is how you use it. No, he put his faith in the one who kept him on his own side of the English channel, bombers aside. So he's not surprised when his questions result in him being directed to the camp's lead tent, or the fact that England is alone in it when he enters.
"It is night," he answers the question posed to him the moment he enters, as he's only just arrived on the front and he hasn't yet had the opportunity to find out what the status is other than that. But, knowing that he was mistaken for someone else, he simply waits for England to notice who he's talking to. When he does, he walks up to him and puts a heavy hand on his shoulder. "You should see the look on your face - I vish I had a camera!" he says, giving his shoulder a heavy pat before adding, "And I'm sorry I vas gone for so long, but Moscov is lovely this time of year and Ivan personally insisted on an extended stay." Clearly he's enjoying himself, and he hardly looks worse for the wear.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2015 20:24:19 GMT -5
If you were to tell Arthur fifty years ago that he would be praising the German’s presence he would have called you a dim witted fool. Ludwig had once been a major aggressor within Europe, likely taking after his elder idiot of brother Prussia. He had drug Europe into two devastating World Wars, and even worse, had forced his hand to actually ally with France. France! He had fought against France for centuries, and yet since the First World War, he had found himself constantly ending up on the same side as the frog, a fact he knew his younger self would have balked at. Ludwig had been cut throat, stiff, and determined. Facing him on the other end of the wars had been an unpleasant experience. He kept a stiff upper lip, as the sirens would wane on and on into the night and the building shook with each explosion. He never had been one to surrender even when the odds looked bleak. After the last World War, he had been skeptical of America’s plan to rebuild Germany, and even more skeptical when the Soviet Union collapsed, and the people wanted unify Germany once more. Even as their friendship started to grow and turn to mutual respect, he could never denounce the slight nervousness of Germany’s motives. Even the European Union, he had thought might be a ploy for the German to take over Europe, yet that never came to be. As tension grew with Russia, he began to rely on Germany as a strong ally. Yes, he had France, but the man could be outright incompetent and America had his hands too many pots to stay focus on one arena. He needed Germany.
Bloody hell, he needed Germany. Oh how the times had changed.
A strained slightly annoyed smile stretched over his features at the heavy pat on his shoulder. The jokes? Would he call them jokes when they came from a mouth of a German? They were quite tasteless with how short Arthur’s patience stood at the moment, and only caused the Englishman’s brow to twitch in annoyance. “Hardy har,” he scoffed, “It’s nice to see you’re in a good mood while I’ve been stuck in this bloody mess.” He had to admit, he was quite surprised to see Ludwig in such great health considering where he had just came from.
His arms folded over his chest, as he looked utterly frustrated, but for a brief moment, his green eyes softened as he pursed his lips out. “I am under assumption you are alright. You did escape,” he said, the closest the Englishman got to asking, are you okay?
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Post by Germany - Ludwig Wilhelm on Jul 23, 2015 1:24:28 GMT -5
Some thing change, other things don't. While he can't say for certain that he'll never change again - nations change all the time, after all, and what one generation calls right the next calls wrong - at least for now Germany can say that his conquering days are over. But that doesn't mean that he isn't still cut-throat, stiff, and determined. And whether or not that's a good thing depends on if you're on his side or not. Too many nations have their scars that remind them of what Germany is like as an enemy, leading them to worry of what may happen if he were to go back to his old ways. So he honestly wouldn't blame anyone for still being suspicious of him - but what can he do about that besides try to be a good ally and hope to regain their trust?
Besides, the war has given him much more important things to worry about than the opinions of other nations and whether or not that's fair. They all need each other to keep Russia from taking more of Europe, let alone turn the tide of the war to their favor, so like it or not they can't afford to let the past get in the way of their efforts. Of course it's occurred to Germany that perhaps he might finally gain some trust from the more skeptical if he acquits himself well in this war, but that's hardly his primary motivation. No, it's more basic than that: they simply can't afford to lose. It doesn't matter what they think of him and whether or not that's fair when the larger issue is Russia. Once they have that problem solved, then perhaps he'll have the luxury of having enough time to worry about what everyone thinks.
He's not surprised by England's reaction to him - it's not like he was expecting him to burst into tears and hug him. That would be more Feliciano's style. Arthur's style is to be grumpy at almost all times - especially at the same time that Ludwig happens to be in a good mood - so there's nothing new here. "You sound like you could use a vacation - I'm sure Ivan vould be happy to host you too," he suggests. Another joke, yes, but also a reminder that in spite of his good spirits he wasn't exactly away having fun. And England's complaints about the pressures of the front fall on especially deaf ears here - Germany in a way enjoys the pressures of the front. Well, at least when they're not flat out losing - managing to hold their ground or even make a slight gain gives him a lot of satisfaction.
Removing his hand from England's shoulder and tucking his arms behind his back, he catches the subtle hint of actual concern in England's voice in his next words, though he's not so into a teasing mood as to remark upon it. Instead he simply answered the not-quite-asked question. "Physically, I'd say I'm at about 85%. Mentally, I have never so strongly desired to shove Russia's head up his ass. That's vhy I'm here," he states very seriously, now not sounding at all like he's joking. "But I'm sure my health is in no small part due to my people being vatched over in my absence - and I'm pleased to see that ve're still in Poland," he comments, probably the closest thing he'll ever come to saying that England has done a great job handling everything while he was gone.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2015 20:40:01 GMT -5
His sharp green eyes narrowed at the suggestion. He certainly could use a vacation, not rotting in a prison cell in Serbia with ever constant smiling Russian looming over him. Even not in a prison, Ivan’s company in relaxing settings always held a bit of discomfort. He remembered after the fall of the wall, he had attempted warm relations with the colder one through a weekend outing on the Mediterranean. To say it had been terrible awkward and uncomfortable would have been an understatement. “I would rather not spend my vacation in a freezing death hole,” he snapped back. It was nice to see Ludwig in good spirits, but Arthur’s patience for it dwindled with each passing minute.
He felt guilty to know the man had been taken by Ivan, and there had been little they could do to help. He would have happily changed places for it was the honorable thing to do. Nonetheless, his time locked away had not been easy to Ludwig’s allies. Arthur had been left with a rage and brash Prussia who breathed down his neck like Satan from hell. He finally had to physically kick the man out of the strategy sessions for all of his suggestion kept turning to nuclear options. He put him on the front and told him to entertain himself elsewhere. Feliciano had hidden himself at his home and refused to come back to the front until Ludwig returned. No matter how often Arthur, Francis, and Romano knocked on his door the git refused to open his door. Rodriech had been testy and inputting his thoughts where they didn’t belong. And don’t even get him started on Francis…
He pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to relax his already tense muscles. His fingers slipped away as Ludwig explained his current state. He let out a half chuckle at the response, though it didn’t last long. He huffed and pulled out his pack of cigarettes, lighting a new one as he walked over to the map. “Of course we are still in Poland,” he muttered a bit annoyed that anything else could be assumed. It might have been hell to keep them here, but Arthur knew how to fight wars. He had been doing it for many years, too many years. “We are heading into the summer months, so I suspect we will make gain. My main concern, if it pushes into another winter. Our current strategy is bloody broken,” he growled in annoyance, tempted to knock over all the pieces on the map, “It has gone on too long.”
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Post by Germany - Ludwig Wilhelm on Jul 28, 2015 1:31:20 GMT -5
Pondering for a moment whether or not to give England more grief, Germany eventually decides to relent. While his current mood seems to urge him to continue, his common sense tells him that if he manages to make England blow a gasket then that wouldn't help matters at all right now. It would be somewhat amusing, yes, but not worth it.
As England heads over to the map, Germany is quick to join him. "The closest thing I got to nevs vhile I was avay vas Russia boasting about hov vell he vas doing in Poland, but of course he vas obviously trying to break my spirit so I didn't knov vhat to believe," he comments, trying to explain that it wasn't that he didn't have faith in his European allies or was really that worried, but it was simply nice to see the truth for himself after having no solid information for so long about something as important as the war. "Is this our most current position?" he asks as his eyes travel over the map, quickly taking in the changes that have happened during his absence. Using an actual, physical map on a table probably seems a bit dated to their generals, but Germany has always preferred having something that he can touch and manipulate with this hands over some sort of computer model, and he's not the only nation who is like that.
Continuing to look over the map as England talks about the situation, Germany nods gravely at the situation, muttering to himself, "...doing the same thing over and over again, expecting different results..." His voice returning to normal, he reaches out his hand toward the map, but it travels pasts Poland until his finger is resting just beyond it in Belarus. "This should be our goal this summer," he says seriously, his eyes lifting to meet England's. "I sav Natalya vhile I vas there. I have not seen her looking so very unvell since the last time I vas in Belarus," he says somewhat quietly. And, given the fact that he hasn't been in Belarus for something around a hundred years, that's saying something.
"If ve're going to get that far, ve need a new strategy. A better one. I don't have it yet, but I've been vorking on it - perhaps ve should gather our allies and put our heads together. Most of the suggestions vould be terrible, of course, but maybe one vill not be," he continues and puts his arm back behind his back, but then he adds, "But perhaps ve can be even more hopeful about the coming vinter. Before my adventure I'd been speaking with Sveden about the possibility of having him join us and lend us his expertise. He didn't give me an ansver either vay, but he vas considering the idea carefully." Which is a good sign, given how quickly the neutral nation is to greet the idea that he should be doing anything differently with a flat 'no'.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2015 23:00:38 GMT -5
New technologies had never been Arthur’s forte, especially in war. He fought wars for centuries and newest and greatest in weaponry only caused him more hassle than it was worth. He would always prefer the sea legs and a sword strapped to his waist and pistol strapped on his side. Simple and straight forward. He left the nuisance of advancements to Alfred. He kept to his map and strategical mind, and let his other General handle transferring the information to the computer formatting. His lip pouted out in disapproval at hearing Russia’s proclamation. They did almost lose Warsaw, but they had kept him back for the time being. “Arrogant prick,” he muttered. The Russian should go fuck one of his damn icicles and leave god damn Europe alone.
His cigarette hung on his lips as he listened to Ludwig’s suggestions. Belarus would be a large feat if they could accomplish it. In their current predicament, it felt like a laughable idea. He took a drag and breathed the smoke from his nose before pulling it out and leaning over. “That’s a bloody understatement,” he noted, tapping Belarus, “As it stand, we would need a damn miracle.” His brow did rise at the mention of Sweden. The man had been neutral from the beginning, and had shown no signs of changing in the past three decades. He huffed, “Well that’s some good news.”
He drug his hand over to a different location, “If we really want to win, we need to make a second and third front in Russia.” He pointed roughly at Finland and then Japan. “I’ve been waiting to ask Kiku because of what occurred between him and China, but Finland…neutrality cannot protect him forever.” .
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Post by Germany - Ludwig Wilhelm on Nov 23, 2015 0:53:10 GMT -5
Perhaps surprisingly, Germany doesn't appear to be upset by the Russian's selective delivery of the news - it is, after all, exactly what one expects of the man and also what Germany would have done himself if the situation was reversed. Making someone worried about the current well-being of their friends is a very good torture tactic, after all. And it also didn't work very well. Yes, he'd been concerned about how the war was going while he was being held captive, but he would have felt that way regardless.
His eyes hardly stray from the map as they talk strategy - this is something he's quite good at, after all. Rather than seeing little tokens on the map or simply using it to visualize soldiers on a field, the picture in his head also fills in all the logistical aspects - how they'd have to structure their supply lines to keep the soldiers well-provisioned, where those supplies would ultimately be coming from and how large of a support structure would be needed to transport them, and how the routes would be protected from sabotage and other disruptions, for example. This is the mind that knows how to build the German War Machine, after all.
Though his mind comes to a screeching halt when Japan is mentioned. "Something happened between China and Japan?" he asks, his eyes coming up sharply to England's face - he hasn't heard anything about that.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2016 17:28:57 GMT -5
Arthur hoped Ludwig’s return would prove fruitful in the upcoming months. He had taken on the large burden of his position when he had been captured, and while Arthur was more than capable of handling such an affair, Arthur had never been known for table manners with his allies, nor the stirring speeches to lift soldiers’ morale. Arthur could strategize and get what needed done, but he preferred to work out of the spotlight. He supposed Ludwig was similar, which was why Alfred represented the face of their goal, except the boy seemed to be drowning in fronts. If Ludwig took on more leadership in Europe, Arthur could help Alfred in the Middle East as well.
He cursed as his cigarette burned him, from letting it linger in his hand too long. He dropped it to the ground, stuffing it out with his foot. He rubbed his fingers together, just as he caught Ludwig’s question. His brows lifted for a moment at the realization that Germany did not know. He thought if Russia were to share any poor news with him, it would have been Japan’s capture as well. It was quite curious to know he did not. He pressed his lips together, finding the best answer to not tip the German into anger. He needed his collective and calm mind now, not one of a chaotic unsettled mind.
“Japan visited China for some lack of thought reason, and…China shot him and captured him. It is alright, however. He has already escaped and is currently staying at America’s home. He’s a little disheartened by his brother’s actions, but I believe with time, he will come to our side,” he stated softly, keeping a close eye on Ludwig.
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