Black Snow

Chapter 2: Leviathan

April 1951; German Bundesrat / Deutscher Bundesrat

The federal upper house, located up in the western half of Germany. The Cold War, as it was named, was a big issue for Europe—especially for the Germans. Because of the damage Germany inflicted throughout the second world war, the Allied Powers had agreed to supervise over them. The United States and Britain were assisting them in sending materials and goods to aid its eastern half, as the western half was beginning to fall under control of the Soviet Union. All this wasn't sitting right with most legislatures and denizens in Germany, but they couldn't do much about it. Though, two men in particular were thinking differently towards the situation. Both of them wanted to pull away from the nations that tried to control them, and in fact bring Germany back up once more. It sounded unrealistic, sure, and even sounded like what Hitler wanted. But the two had ideas—reasonable, and realistic expectations and goals.
Their names were Weissman Von Krauss and Erhardt Steiner. The two men were like yin and yang when they were put together. While Weissman had ebony hair and emerald eyes, Erhardt had an immense contrast with his golden blonde locks and sky blue eyes. The yin was quiet, intellectual, and always thought ahead of things. The yang however, was loud, optimistic, and ecstatic. Both men were close friends, and often confused others from the outside. How was the yang friends with the yin? Weissman wasn't like Erhardt at all. The only thing that they had in common was their knowledge in politics and their nationality. Everything else—completely opposite.

"Weiss! There you are." He said when he came up to him.
Weissman gave him a stern look before softening and outstretched his arms out to the side as if welcoming the man. Erhardt returned a warm grin and nodded his head in hello. "How was your graduation?"
"Fine, I suppose." Erhardt responded as he brushed his hair back with a singular hand. He was quiet for a moment, thinking before giving a shrug along with a weakened smile. "I was hoping you'd attend though, since we're doing this all together, yes..?"
Weissman only sighed and shook his head. "I was busy with everything else, Erhardt. Tedious work is in our hands now." He made a gesture as he started to walk, as if telling the Aryan to follow him. "I was planning ahead for you while you were busy with your tests."
"And what kind of plans were those?" Erhardt said with a smile. Quite frankly, this all was exciting to him.
"Plans for the military, the economy..who we make allies to, of course. We need to have that settled before anything else."
"We already have allies with America and Britain currently."
"They don't trust us, Erhardt. They're trying to take control after we lost to them." Weissman said, setting his arms behind his back as he walked. There was a sternness to him. He was much more competent in appearance and posture compared to the Aryan beside him. Erhardt gave a low curse under his breath after he said that, and placed his finger to his mouth in thought.
"Right..." Was all he could say. Weissman shook his head and nodded his head to his colleagues as they passed by him in the halls.
"Unless we prove to them that we are willing to atone to what we've done in the second world war in any means necessary, then surely that will have them off our feet." Weissman said, just as Erhardt pointed at him and nodded.
"Exactly my thoughts!"
"The Soviet Union won't be easy—you know how Russians are." Weissman continued, glancing back to him every so often. Erhardt took a glance to his watch then up to him again as the other man was in thought. "Americans are dumb enough to believe anything so, if we get them on their 'good side', we might get a chance to further our progression."
The more he spoke, the more intrigued Erhardt grew. He was often seen like a young child when it came to following people around and taking in what they had to say. Weissman was simply the one in control, yet Erhardt had no issue with it.
He was just too excited to think about what they'll get in the end of the hard labor they've endured. All for his and Weissman's expectations, Erhardt willingly donated money, went into schooling, and already have hundreds whom are all for their ingenious ideas.
"Weissman, what about the other countries? What if it's too late when we even try to negotiate?" He spoke with his brows furrowed together.
The man turned to look at him, gave a side smile, and raised his hand up and waved it. "No need to worry. I'll deal with it when the issues come up. After all, we already have a head start."
Erhardt gave an obedient nod and turned away from him to look ahead while Weissman kept watch over him.
Was this really the man he wanted to have as his right hand man? Surely, there are dozens out there that are better than the likes of Erhardt Steiner. However, the man was smart. Smart in other ways, but not enough to go against him. He had a bond that he didn't have with any other man—a bond that could oddly enough be considered close, yet distant. For years of knowing each other, Weissman grown to know how his partner worked. Both mentally and physically. Erhardt was indeed tough to handle with his cocky attitude and anger issues, yet he just knew exactly how to avoid those obstacles and pinpoint him in the right spots to have him eased and under control.
Weissman turned away and looked back to the doors to enter through first, followed by Erhardt.
"Where's your papers, Weiss?"
"I don't have any. It's all in my head." He chuckled and walked to seat at a table with him.
The federal courtroom had dozens of men seated at tables with stacks of papers and briefcases, conversing while waiting for the meeting to begin.

This was it.

Once Weissman was called on by a man upfront at a podium, he immediately stood up and stepped out from behind the desk and towards the man from afar.
"Good luck..!" Erhardt spoke in a whisper, giving a bright grin and a thumbs up.
Weissman rolled his eyes with a soft chuckle as he was making his way to stand at the podium.
For that moment, he felt that he didn't need any luck.