Winter at Valley Forge 1778 *Baron Von Steuben Fanfiction*

Feb 23rd 1778: Winter at Valley Forge Friedrich Wilhelm von Steuben

It was a cold winter day as I stepped out onto the camp General Washington had set up at Valley Forge. Franklin had convinced me to come, and quite frankly I needed a second chance. I wasn't too keen on the idea at first, but after a recent change of events, one thing led to another and here I was, looking out at all of the tiny tents set up before me. The air smelled particularly of a thick, hazy musk, sickness, and gunpowder. Before me was a group of men, so puny and weak, that they looked like they might give out at just the mere thought of any training.

Immediately two men had caught my eye. I smiled seductively in their direction, slowly feeling my cheeks heat up before I noticed General Washington's gaze penetrating my soul as if to say, "You better train my men von Steuben. You can chat with the two gentlemen you seem to have your eye on, later," I regained my composure, putting on a tough grimace before proceeding to labor away at this unruly, untrained, rag-tag excuse for an army.

I could see the men were physically exhausted, nearly passing out as they gripped their muskets tighter with frostbitten fingers and their bare feet, sloshing in the multitude of frozen craters that appeared on the divested ground. After these few hours I dismissed them, a well-deserved break was bound to be underway. The soldiers, groggy and half-alive, shuffled back to settle into their tents. General Washington smiled proudly and proceeded to come over to me, hand outstretched. My heart skipped a beat as he dragged me aside.

"That was wonderful! I'm so glad you came Baron. A few more days of your techniques and training and we'll have those British bastards in a bloody knot! We'll mop the floor with their bloodsoaked uniforms!" His hazy accent enveloped my ears with a pleasant warmth, as he inched closer and closer until our noses were barely touching. Suddenly, he jerked away, patting my shoulder awkwardly, in a sort of brotherly manner. He sounded so patriotic right then and there, even if his words were gibberish to me, sweet-sounding gibberish.

I now realized why he jerked away so violently. The broad physique of Alexander Hamilton was slowly coming into view behind General Washington. I may have seen a small smile coyly unfolding on his rugged, chiseled face, as he slowly proceeded to move along, leaving me alone with Washington once again.

"Ahh yes, Walker, North! Come, come. This is Baron von Steuben," General Washington motioned for two men to come join him. My heart felt like it was going to stop, and my cheeks immediately flushed a deep crimson. It was the two attractive, rather sexy gentleman from the roundup earlier. They stood on either side of Washington, eyeing me closely. I could see a small smirk tugging on one of their faces and before I knew it, my crotch area was much more noticeable than it was mere moments ago.

I quickly took off my hat and proceeded to cover up my raging boner. With each breath I took, it got bigger and bigger until you could see the full outline of my dick, penetrating through my tight, tan-colored slacks.

Suddenly I dropped my hat and musket, and ran, not looking back. My face was as red as it could ever get. Oh shit, I ruined my chances. Fuck, Washington was there with those two attractive men on top of all of that. Oh, surely he would get rid of me now. I don't think I could ever face him again, at least not in person.

I kept on running until I collapsed in an exhausted, sweaty heap in the nearest tent I laid my eyes on. My jacket, with its multitude of various medals and brooches, fell somewhere along my treacherous hurtle, and I was now shivering in the deserted tent with nothing but my crisp, sweat-soaked undershirt and slacks, hardly doing any job in keeping my body heated.

I slapped myself, leaving a nasty, red mark across my cheek as I bit down hard on my lower lip. How could I have been so stupid to unveil my emotions like that in front of three, high ranking and nonetheless gorgeous men? I shed a single tear, which hastily made its way down my stinging, bitter, wind-whipped face. Looking up, I saw a lean silhouette against the opening of the tent. I couldn't quite fathom how long I had been sitting there, yet long enough for me to get lost in my irrepressible thoughts.