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Die Reminiszenz

The plot is mine the characters are not and marukaite chikyuu is not mine.

“What someone says.”

~What someone thinks. You can guess who.~

Language used this chapter German ,and Italian.

Edited 9/17/16 (very small detail that had to be changed)

Germany’s Pov:

It is cold as has hell again today. Not surprising really, December temperatures at my home are normally cold. ~You’re not home though.~Right, currently I’m at war with Britain, France, Russia,  and dummkopfs I have not even heard of. Fighting a war on two fronts will be a pain in the ass after six months; both on the front lines and at the office ~Well at least for me.~ About three months ago, I had my superiors transfer me to the front lines on the western front where Britain was being stationed. When the war was declared on Serbia by Austria-Hungary, everyone in Europe seemed to jump in along with them. Me being the third to jump. ~Dummkopf.~

Why I’m here is because of a secret alliance I made with Austria-Hungary, mostly based on military support in time of war. However, Serbia formed an alliance with Russia in secret, exactly like the one I have with Austria. So my superiors declared war on Russia, but got ambitious and declared war on France two days later. ~Awesome me told you there was going to be another Franco-Prussian war~  ~Go away you dummkopf!~ In order to invade France’s capital, we declared war on (neutral) Belgium and Luxembourg so we could complete the invasion faster… long story short world war happened because a nation was dragged in by alliance, the need for profit, and so much other kuhscheiße.

“Oi Germany! Merry Christmas!” ~Dammit~ I won’t let that bastard get the better of me, grabbing my rifle, I stand up from the five foot trench and fired. Britain jumps away while letting out a (girly) scream and I missed. These things only have one shot so I’ll have to use my bare hands ~Should have gotten the hand gun~. As the brit was getting up, I used one arm to get out of the trench. “Woh woh woh, wait! I come in peace you git!” I halt my approach and raised a brow at the small man.

Britain was about 16 cm shorter than me with green eyes, blond hair and bushy eyebrows. Over his uniform was a grey trench coat ~You can hide a pistol there~ “Why the hell should I trust you, the christmas truce was not even passed this year. Furthermore, why the holy hell are you here.” He growled in frustration and pointed at a soccer ball that for some reason was here, “I wanted to play some football you bloody moron, and just because those idiots say we can’t have a truce doesn’t we can’t at least try. Away the boys back at the base said some of your troops were the first who crossed into no-man’s land and started this whole thing. I thought you heard and came over.” I’m shocked but do not show it.

“We are at war-”

“All the more reason to find peace.”

“... So you surrender?”

“No; it’s a truce! Bloody hell, you can kill me tomorrow, but for today I’m a chap lookin for someone to play football with.”

“............”

“You really are more of an island then I am.”

“It is ‘than,’ and how am I an island?”

‘Sigh’ “Are you gonna play or not?”

He was serious ~I did not even know it was Christmas…~ “Ja, I’ll call a truce with you; for Christmas.” Britain sighed in relief, “Brilliant; So where do you want to set-up the goals.” We played till the first stars appeared in the sky, leaving only the smallest amount of the sun’s rays. “Bloody ‘pant’ hell ‘pant’...”  ~Why is he tired?~