Post by drakazure on Jun 20, 2021 18:22:07 GMT -6
Bar the chirping of a magpie and her babies and the light sound of the wind passing through Wilhelm's window, the day was quiet- for the first time in weeks. It was Sunday, a day virtually universally taken off, especially in the government- after all, didn't politicans need breaks too? Wilhelm was at peace- and a propserous one, at that. He kicked his feet up on to his desk, surveying his room. Ornately decorated with- fake- military medals, portraits of himself and his father, and rows on rows of books- none of which he had read. Being the President of Bavaria was an easy job- all he had to do was appease his people- the Bavarians- and oppress the rest. Prussians, Saxons, Italians.
It wasn't because he hated them- no, it was because they were of no use to him. He couldn't get a single Prussian to vote for him, just as he couldn't get a single Italian to vote for him. So, cut out the middle man, secure votes- and that he did. Every four years, votes are counted- but only the ones that matter to him- through gerrymandering, losing votes, and downright forging the ones he can't make up. After all, it only matters to the congress- which he, of course, has in his pocket- just like the Heer and the Luftwaffe. No Prussian, Saxon or Italian could knock down what he's built- for himself and his son.
The silence was disrupted. Was that... No, it couldn't be. Don't jump to conclusions. Is it getting louder? No, it can't be. The Prussian National Anthem was phased out years ago- was that the sound of treads? Wilhelm put down his feet and stood up, moving to his open window. Was that... The Heer? No, no. It can't be. Staas was in his pocket! A Prussian, sure, but he had been given so much! Money, power, all he could dream of! His own fiefdom, for God's sake! Wilhelm was sweating- what to do, what to do? He scanned the room. spotting the bookshelf next to it. He hopped his desk- maybe he could delay them, get away? It was a long shot, but why not try? He pushed the bookshelf over, blocking the door. He realized as the books spilled out what a mistake that was. The sound itself could be heard throughout the entire building- and why would it matter anyways? They'll just pepper the door with bullets!
Wilhelm jumped back over his desk, reaching underneath. A Luger, chambered 45. He pulled back the slide, a hollowpoint sliding into place. He was sweating and shaking like a dog when he held the gun up to the door, waiting.
He didn't have the opportunity.
He could hear them from the other room.
"Wilhelm. Give up your power willingly and we'll let you live."
Staas was lying. He was a lying Prussian!
"Are you there, Wilhelm?"
Maybe if he was quiet, he would go awa-
"Break it down."
Wilhelm could hear it, a Soldat ramming himself against the door, probably not feeling a thing.
"Wilhelm, I'm giving you one last chance."
No, he wasn't. The Soldat was still beating on the door. Wilhelm held his Luger up, squeezing the trigger. A shot rang out- but he wasn't the one who fired. As the solder finally broke down the door, Staas was the first one to enter, medals from dozens of conflicts plating his body. Wilhelm looked down at his torso. Was that blood? No. No. NO! He had done so much! A Thousand Year Reich is what Goebells said, and he built it! Wilhelm had done what no Kaiser or General could ever do! He wouldn't let this be taken from him. He raised his right hand, aiming at Staas. Staas responded in kind, and Wilhelm fell limp into his chair- the last thing he saw being the barrel of Staas' Luger on his forehead.
It wasn't because he hated them- no, it was because they were of no use to him. He couldn't get a single Prussian to vote for him, just as he couldn't get a single Italian to vote for him. So, cut out the middle man, secure votes- and that he did. Every four years, votes are counted- but only the ones that matter to him- through gerrymandering, losing votes, and downright forging the ones he can't make up. After all, it only matters to the congress- which he, of course, has in his pocket- just like the Heer and the Luftwaffe. No Prussian, Saxon or Italian could knock down what he's built- for himself and his son.
The silence was disrupted. Was that... No, it couldn't be. Don't jump to conclusions. Is it getting louder? No, it can't be. The Prussian National Anthem was phased out years ago- was that the sound of treads? Wilhelm put down his feet and stood up, moving to his open window. Was that... The Heer? No, no. It can't be. Staas was in his pocket! A Prussian, sure, but he had been given so much! Money, power, all he could dream of! His own fiefdom, for God's sake! Wilhelm was sweating- what to do, what to do? He scanned the room. spotting the bookshelf next to it. He hopped his desk- maybe he could delay them, get away? It was a long shot, but why not try? He pushed the bookshelf over, blocking the door. He realized as the books spilled out what a mistake that was. The sound itself could be heard throughout the entire building- and why would it matter anyways? They'll just pepper the door with bullets!
Wilhelm jumped back over his desk, reaching underneath. A Luger, chambered 45. He pulled back the slide, a hollowpoint sliding into place. He was sweating and shaking like a dog when he held the gun up to the door, waiting.
He didn't have the opportunity.
He could hear them from the other room.
"Wilhelm. Give up your power willingly and we'll let you live."
Staas was lying. He was a lying Prussian!
"Are you there, Wilhelm?"
Maybe if he was quiet, he would go awa-
"Break it down."
Wilhelm could hear it, a Soldat ramming himself against the door, probably not feeling a thing.
"Wilhelm, I'm giving you one last chance."
No, he wasn't. The Soldat was still beating on the door. Wilhelm held his Luger up, squeezing the trigger. A shot rang out- but he wasn't the one who fired. As the solder finally broke down the door, Staas was the first one to enter, medals from dozens of conflicts plating his body. Wilhelm looked down at his torso. Was that blood? No. No. NO! He had done so much! A Thousand Year Reich is what Goebells said, and he built it! Wilhelm had done what no Kaiser or General could ever do! He wouldn't let this be taken from him. He raised his right hand, aiming at Staas. Staas responded in kind, and Wilhelm fell limp into his chair- the last thing he saw being the barrel of Staas' Luger on his forehead.