Execution [Book 2 of The English Lion]

XXXVIII. Hugo

A week later, nothing much had happened in relations to the war and whatever is going on here in Berlin. James, Alexander and I are preparing to go to D.C. and to finalise everything that we would do there. It also constitutes the false idea of making a treaty between the United States and Nazi Germany. Such... atrocities would never happen. According to Alexander.

We are in Alexander's room that night as we talk about the upcoming 'trip'.

"As you both know, we are going to the States under a false pretence of creating a treaty that signifies a new age of the supposed German-American friendship," Alexander stated, looking disgusted at the idea, and it was hinted in his tone of voice, "But that is not the case. One reminder to President Roosevelt about the Anglo-American Protocol of 1930 will start the ball rolling for a number of things that have been stated in the Protocol. It'll take no more than a month to do so."

"So, why do we need six months in the States? A holiday?" James asked. Alexander just looked out of the window, becoming distant.

"Not a holiday for me, nor both of you either. Sure, it'll be a getaway vacation, to some capacity. But you both need to work with Regius Obligatus and Absconditus Custos about other things besides the war. Training and all that. James, get Absconditus Custos to sabotage any letters coming into the Reich Chancellery in regards to politics. Also get them to infiltrate and sabotage any military bases, giving them falsified information made by Regius Obligatus. Hugo, Regius Obligatus will aid Absconditus Custos in this. Also, for the ghettos... You know what to do," Alexander replied, "For me..."

Alexander just sighed, playing around with his signet ring.

"You're finally carrying out the wedding planning," I stated, finishing off the sentence. There was no objection. Just silence.

"It's time I get away from this war and give myself some time alone. This war has been taking a heavy mental toll on me so far. It is a time for reflection," Alexander continued, "Where else would be better to reflect than in a country that isn't part of the war yet? At least not yet anyway..."

James looked at me, asking permission to leave, knowing that the conversation is now getting more personal. I nodded and he stood, bowed and left. I turn to Alexander after the door closes.

"Alexander, it's good that you're taking care of yourself. But what are you going to do for the wedding planning?" I asked, curious. Alexander turned to me.

"I'm going to make the wedding dress and the other dresses that I've designed for Isabelle," Alexander replied with grim determination, still playing with the signet ring as he looks at me. I stared at him.

"Besides, I know who my best man for the wedding is," Alexander continued, making his way to the cabinet to make two glasses of Scotch. He soon went over to the sofa that I'm sitting at. He handed one of the glasses to me as he sat. I nodded thanks as he sipped his glass.

"You have a couple of different choices. But you are really confident about this person, right?" I asked, curious, still having no clue who it is. Alexander almost choked on his drink, eyes widened in shock, as he glared at me.

"What?" I asked, slightly confused.

"You really don't have a clue to who the best man could possibly be, do you?" Alexander replied, out of annoyance.

"I would say me, but I'm not sure. Jeez..." I replied.

"It's you, you French twat," Alexander snapped as he slaps the side of my head.

"Ow! What did you do that for?" I asked as I winced, rubbing the side of my head.

"Several reasons. One, you're sometimes on a rare occasion, is an idiot. Two, you're a twat. Three, it's fun to mess around with you," Alexander replied before he stopped and think for a moment, "Wait. No. I take the third reason back. It's fun to mess around with you sometimes."