Trenchies (IC/Open)

[Sonitusia]

Allied Front
Flabbergasted, Sarah just looked at Stefano, pointed at Fritz for a full five seconds, and raised her arms in annoyance. "The kraut wants to know why we're fighting! Well I'm sorry, you little bastard, but I'm not the one who dropped in for a chat, am I?!" She then pointed at the crasher. "And you! Do I look like I give a damn if you're white or grey? Both aren't on the friendly list, so for all I care you're a kraut!"

Stefano had other things to worry about other than calm down the angry lady, as the flamer spooked him all of a sudden with knife in hand and a hit to the face. He wobbled to the side in pain, but suddenly the effects of the hangover hit him, and Stefano vomited all over the assailant. "Uggggh, vodka's... not good... for my system," he groaned drearily, and then he steadied himself. He leaned himself against the trench wall, still holding his SMG and pointing it at the White. "You wouldn't happen to have water, do you signore?"

[Tracian Empire]

Allied Front
Flabbergasted, Sarah just looked at Stefano, pointed at Fritz for a full five seconds, and raised her arms in annoyance. "The kraut wants to know why we're fighting! Well I'm sorry, you little bastard, but I'm not the one who dropped in for a chat, am I?!" She then pointed at the crasher. "And you! Do I look like I give a damn if you're white or grey? Both aren't on the friendly list, so for all I care you're a kraut!"

Stefano had other things to worry about other than calm down the angry lady, as the flamer spooked him all of a sudden with knife in hand. All it took was a simple step to the side and he was safe, but suddenly the effects of the hangover hit him, and Stefano vomited all over the assailant. "Uggggh, vodka's... not good... for my system," he groaned drearily, and then he steadied himself. He leaned himself against the trench wall, still holding his SMG and pointing it at the White. "You wouldn't happen to have water, do you signore?"

"Calm down, American Fräulein.", said Karl, sighing."I am not a Kraut. I am not a German. I am a Whitestrian. It's a big difference you know. Comparing a Grey with a White would be like comparing an Islander with an American."

Meanwhile, Alexander just looked at the Italian, anger clearly visible on his face.
"No, I don' you macaroni eater! Go back and take your Triest with you, I am sick of fighting uncivilized Italians!"

[Allancia]

Königsberg Trench, Grey Held Territory
This is fucking absurd.
Anton threw the wrench across the field. The chambers of the machine gun had been assigned to fix were jammed. He had been able to take them off and clear them out (some kind of mix of dirt and oil), but actually putting the damn thing back together was seemingly impossible. Germany was the producer of the most advanced technology in the entire world, and he couldn't even fix a fucking machine gun.
Hiram Maxim can suck my dick.
Picking up his supplies, he descended into the trenches and began going towards the front lines. His machine gun was over in his barrack, but he had his pistol if things got weird. Nobody tried to cross no man's land anyways. He was bored out of his mind, and needed something to do. Besides, he had lost his binoculars two days ago and needed them badly. The enemy was always up to something interesting, whether playing football or digging. His squad commander was a real arshloch and never let them do that. Piece of sheiße.

[Shyluz]

Allied Front
Fritz Biermann
Theme

Fritz was more than a little annoyed with Sarah's statement. It wasn't exactly his choice whether his friends considered him dead or not, in fact he would prefer to be dead than fight another day in this war. He stood, tears running off his face, the young boy, who had sneaked into the conscription booth and faked his age, the young boy who'd barely survived basic training, the young boy who jumped off zeppelins, trusting his life to be safe on a single metal wire, the young boy who killed because he had to, the young boy who fought to impress his father, his comrades, and himself. The young boy who had no place in this war, luftmarine or not.

The young boy who didn't expect to get home, but ultimately wanted to.

The young boy who now stood, face to face with the woman who had disrespected him.

"It's not my choice to be among some casualty report in a general's office. It's not my choice to be a luftmarine. It was my choice to sign my soul away from the military. And by god, Fräulein, I would rather die here than fight another day. I just want to get home, to find my mother happily cooking in the kitchen, my father attempting to help, despite the fact he's terrible at cooking. My sister wandering around, wearing one of my father's hats, and to see a good book on the sofa, where I sit."

He let that sink in a moment.

"I'm sixteen years of age," He said, falling to his knees, "And I've killed far too many."

[Empire of Donner land]

Allied Front
Fritz Biermann
Theme

Fritz was more than a little annoyed with Sarah's statement. It wasn't exactly his choice whether his friends considered him dead or not, in fact he would prefer to be dead than fight another day in this war. He stood, tears running off his face, the young boy, who had sneaked into the conscription booth and faked his age, the young boy who'd barely survived basic training, the young boy who jumped off zeppelins, trusting his life to be safe on a single metal wire, the young boy who killed because he had to, the young boy who fought to impress his father, his comrades, and himself. The young boy who had no place in this war, luftmarine or not.

The young boy who didn't expect to get home, but ultimately wanted to.

The young boy who now stood, face to face with the woman who had disrespected him.

"It's not my choice to be among some casualty report in a general's office. It's not my choice to be a luftmarine. It was my choice to sign my soul away from the military. And by god, Fräulein, I would rather die here than fight another day. I just want to get home, to find my mother happily cooking in the kitchen, my father attempting to help, despite the fact he's terrible at cooking. My sister wandering around, wearing one of my father's hats, and to see a good book on the sofa, where I sit."

He let that sink in a moment.

"I'm sixteen years of age," He said, falling to his knees, "And I've killed far too many."

James woke up and listened to what the boy was saying. Even after he had just a few minutes ago tried to slice his neck open and almost successfully did so. He agreed, James didn't even really want to join nor did he even know a war was going on because of his blind ignorance of it. At least that was until he saw a poster and passed out. He still had no idea what happened and how he got here. Of course he arrived on a ship to France. He just didn't remember anything about what lead him there. The war was pointless st that point.


He was now how ever enraged that after almost killing James he was crying about it. "You almost cut my head off. And now your whining about it!? Your a fucking phycopath." He said taking off his Gas mask and wiping the sweat off his face and putting it back on.

[Shyluz]

Allied Front
Fritz Biermann

Fritz turned to the islander, who was yelling.

"To be fair, you had just shot at my friend, before you were going to shoot at me." He shrugged. "That seems like a legitimate reason to me. Besides, it was a rigging knife, it couldn't cut your throat if I wanted to."

[Sonitusia]

Allied Front
Sarah rolled her eyes, crossing her arms and still looking pretty pissed off. "Going sentimental now are we? Well look, I don't give a damn about what you're saying, I'm just reeeeeeally annoyed that you came out of the blue, knocked me out of my chair, got my hair in a mess, proceed to beat my friend up, and then give me a fucking kiss in the lips like you're some fucking Blue." She flung her hands in the air. "And you didn't even bother to apologize! You're no good to me than a fucking enemy!"

She was however impressed by his age. Wait, his age. "And you're YOUNGER than me for Christ's sake. What the actual fuck!"

[Tracian Empire]

Allied Front
Fritz Biermann

Fritz turned to the islander, who was yelling.

"To be fair, you had just shot at my friend, before you were going to shoot at me." He shrugged. "That seems like a legitimate reason to me. Besides, it was a rigging knife, it couldn't cut your throat if I wanted to."

"Everyone, please calm down.", said Karl."It doesn't matter if we are Whites, Greys, Krauts, Islanders, or Americans, we all have feelings. Insulting the others won't do anything."
Karl smiled as he slowly put his pistol back in his holster. Hopefully, these Allies could be convinced to calm down without violence.
"Everyone makes mistakes. Fritz here jumped here, kicked the nurse out of her chair and kissed her. I crashed a two billion Marks Zeppelin a few meters away from here. Let's calm down and discuss this peacefully."

[Shyluz]

Allied Front
Fritz Biermann

"Sorry. I was just busy being shot at on one of your fucking airships," He said, pointing at the large battleship class zeppelin which was crashing behind him. "That I failed to notice that maybe I shouldn't have landed on you, but it was that or death. So, as you clearly don't give a fuck about anyone else, I'll just be going off through no-man's now. I have to get myself of the casualty list sometime." He said, brushing past her as he climbed out of the trench.

[Empire of Donner land]

Allied Front
Fritz Biermann

Fritz turned to the islander, who was yelling.

"To be fair, you had just shot at my friend, before you were going to shoot at me." He shrugged. "That seems like a legitimate reason to me. Besides, it was a rigging knife, it couldn't cut your throat if I wanted to."

"Everyone, please calm down.", said Karl."It doesn't matter if we are Whites, Greys, Krauts, Islanders, or Americans, we all have feelings. Insulting the others won't do anything."
Karl smiled as he slowly put his pistol back in his holster. Hopefully, these Allies could be convinced to calm down without violence.
"Everyone makes mistakes. Fritz here jumped here, kicked the nurse out of her chair and kissed her. I crashed a two billion Marks Zeppelin a few meters away from here. Let's calm down and discuss this peacefully."

James nodded at what Fritz said. Yeah, he has a point I guess.. he did after all almost blow that man's hand off. But still, James was un happy with the current events. A airship exploded and his neck hurt. And then he remembered "Fifteen? God damn you pack a punch." He said suprised. It wasn't the first young kid he saw on the front he hoped he would be the last .

James then looked at Klaus trying to reason with people. James sighed and shook his head. 'How about we all just run back to our respective trenches and forget this ever happened? I'm fucking tired and don't feel like reporting the events of today. I'm sure you all don't either." He face palmed his hands making a slapping sound against the glass visor in his Gas mask.

[Sonitusia]

Allied Front
Sarah's conscience couldn't really take it anymore, and now she could only see the boy as a younger brother that she never had. Scratch the fact he had just kissed her, but nonetheless she felt sorry. As he brushed past, she suddenly grabbed his shoulder to stop him. "Look, I told you that you needed to see a field doctor, but if you're leaving, let me treat to your wounds first..."

She poked his bleeding nose. "Starting with that."

[Tracian Empire]

"Everyone, please calm down.", said Karl."It doesn't matter if we are Whites, Greys, Krauts, Islanders, or Americans, we all have feelings. Insulting the others won't do anything."
Karl smiled as he slowly put his pistol back in his holster. Hopefully, these Allies could be convinced to calm down without violence.
"Everyone makes mistakes. Fritz here jumped here, kicked the nurse out of her chair and kissed her. I crashed a two billion Marks Zeppelin a few meters away from here. Let's calm down and discuss this peacefully."

James nodded at what Fritz said. Yeah, he has a point I guess.. he did after all almost blow that man's hand off. But still, James was un happy with the current events. A airship exploded and his neck hurt. And then he remembered "Fifteen? God damn you pack a punch." He said suprised. It wasn't the first young kid he saw on the front he hoped he would be the last .

James then looked at Klaus trying to reason with people. James sighed and shook his head. 'How about we all just run back to our respective trenches and forget this ever happened? I'm fucking tired and don't feel like reporting the events of today. I'm sure you all don't either." He face palmed his hands making a slapping sound against the glass visor in his Gas mask.

"Well, I will have to report how I crashed a two billion Marks Zeppelin.", said Karl, sighing. He was already thinking about how their strict German officer will yell at him. Stupid German discipline.
"Of course, I can agree with you. It would be better if we won't tell our superiors what happened here. No matter if they are Grey, White or American, the superior officers are probably all the same."
Alexander sighed. He would have loved to burn that little Italian prick, but he was able to understand the reason behind that. He had to keep his honor as a Whitestrian officer after all.,
"Then, Kameraden, we will leave as soon as the lovebirds over there finish their.... things.", said the Whitestrian flamethrower operator.

[Lingria]

Wilfried held his breath, staring through the dusty scope of his Rifle. "Eine... Zwei... Feuer...." He pulled the trigger. Watching in the distance as a ball kf dust exploded, frightening a Brit. "Haha. Bekommt sie jedes Mal." He sighed. He had spent the last 7 days in a Trench and generally toying with his enemies, his Comradss talked of his bitter cold nature, how he never laughed, never showed pain and never showed weakness, but even he was Human. "Why are they even here? I knkw why I'm here." He cleared his throat. "The Defence of the great snd Powerful Germany! To Protect all Germans and to kill all who stand in that goal!" He smiled but quickly frowned, aiming down his Rifle again. Just asking, no. Begging for one of his fellow soldiers to talk to him, sure, they annoyed him, but they had great stories. "Eine.....Zwei......Drei..." He fired again, hiting a exposed Land Mine. "Bingo! Hahaha!" When the Dust finally cleared, he looked to see anything, but saw just Fog as usual, he looked down at the Picture of his sweet Claire. "I'm fighting this war for you. Sweetie." He took a step back but his boot lost grip. "AAAAAACH MEIN GOTTTT!!" He hit the Trench ground wood with a loud thud, clearing his lungs of air. Coughing. "O-Ow....ch...."

[Sonitusia]

The Grey's Front

Erich laughed at the sniper's little accident, especially after he had shot his landmine for no good reason. Did he know how long it took me to put that thing down?! "So Wilfried, having a good hunting session? What's next on the scoreboard? Pots? A stack of cards?" He then pulled on the man's arm, pulling him back on his feet. "And try not to shoot at the mines. People actually work harder than you around here, you know?"

[Lingria]

The Grey's Front

Erich laughed at the sniper's little accident, especially after he had shot his landmine for no good reason. Did he know how long it took me to put that thing down?! "So Wilfried, having a good hunting session? What's next on the scoreboard? Pots? A stack of cards?" He then pulled on the man's arm, pulling him back on his feet. "And try not to shoot at the mines. People actually work harder than you around here, you know?"

"Huh. Strong grip. Anyway. Yeah. I shot a bag of dirt, the reaction from the Brit....Marvelous." He chuckled. "Sorry. Didn't realize a flat piece of explosive stick up from the ground could be counted as Work." He quickly hid the picture of his wife in his pocket. "Damn these Metal Sole boots, sure hearing them clack is nice, but slipping? Little hard..." He pulled out a box of Cigarettes. "You?" He asked as he offered one.

[ApplePieistan]

Allied Front

Abraham was excited to be in a real actual war instead of just reading about them. He wanted to see if all the people in the Allied trench were still friendly people or if they were bogged down by war drama. To test this, Abraham walked up to some of his fellow soldiers and said to them "Hey guys! What's going on around here?" Abraham thought that they'd either look at him in serious and annoyed way or high five him. Abraham anxiously awaited a response.

[Sonitusia]

Allied Front

Stefano was still recovering from his hangover when the American came by. "Oh hi there, have any water?" he asked, his cheeks puffing sickly. Sarah on the other hand was still blushing angrily with the German and she barely took notice of the new arrival.

The Italian couldn't take it anymore, and he threw up all over the ground before him. "Uh, shiiiit..." He used his boot to scrape some mud on top of it, covering up the pool of internal fluids.

[ApplePieistan]

Allied Front

Stefano was still recovering from his hangover when the American came by. "Oh hi there, have any water?" he asked, his cheeks puffing sickly. Sarah on the other hand was still blushing angrily with the German and she barely took notice of the new arrival.

The Italian couldn't take it anymore, and he threw up all over the ground before him. "Uh, shiiiit..." He used his boot to scrape some mud on top of it, covering up the pool of internal fluids.

Abraham worriedly said "Yeah, yeah sure buddy." He proceeded to give Stefano his canteen. He watched Stefano in a concerned manner, hoping to himself that he would be okay. Abraham wanted to be a hero, not the protagonist in a gritty coming-of-age drama. After waiting for a few seconds, Abraham blurted out "Are you okay?"

[Sonitusia]

Allied Front

Stefano was still recovering from his hangover when the American came by. "Oh hi there, have any water?" he asked, his cheeks puffing sickly. Sarah on the other hand was still blushing angrily with the German and she barely took notice of the new arrival.

The Italian couldn't take it anymore, and he threw up all over the ground before him. "Uh, shiiiit..." He used his boot to scrape some mud on top of it, covering up the pool of internal fluids.

Abraham worriedly said "Yeah, yeah sure buddy." He proceeded to give Stefano his canteen. He watched Stefano in a concerned manner, hoping to himself that he would be okay. Abraham wanted to be a hero, not the protagonist in a gritty coming-of-age drama. After waiting for a few seconds, Abraham blurted out "Are you okay?"

The Italian took the canteen gratefully, chugging down on it until he felt his dizziness wash away. It was extremely relieving, and he is now capable of keeping his stomach inside of his body. "Thank you signore, and yes I'm fine now." He stretched his arms, watching as the flame thrower left without any resistance.

"Wait, what the fuck?" he spat, fumbling to get his submachine gun, but the man had already disappeared. "Nooo!!! I wanted that flamethrower..."

[The Germanian states]

Munich

Zurich was in a truck on the way to the front with his comrades from Munich. He stared at a picture of him and his wife as the truck started to move. A soldier engaged a conversation with him

"Your wife Ja?" He asked

"Ja...Ja." Zurich replied as he puts on his helmet hiding the photo inside.

"So when are we arriving in the frontlines?" Zurich asked to the squad leader.

"About an hour or so." He replied

An Hour later...

German front

"Alright we are here wake up boys!" The Squad leader said Zurich and his men woke up and walked out and saw warfare in the distance

"Schiesse this is not war it is murder!" One of the soldiers said

[ApplePieistan]

Abraham worriedly said "Yeah, yeah sure buddy." He proceeded to give Stefano his canteen. He watched Stefano in a concerned manner, hoping to himself that he would be okay. Abraham wanted to be a hero, not the protagonist in a gritty coming-of-age drama. After waiting for a few seconds, Abraham blurted out "Are you okay?"

The Italian took the canteen gratefully, chugging down on it until he felt his dizziness wash away. It was extremely relieving, and he is now capable of keeping his stomach inside of his body. "Thank you signore, and yes I'm fine now." He stretched his arms, watching as the flame thrower left without any resistance.

"Wait, what the fuck?" he spat, fumbling to get his submachine gun, but the man had already disappeared. "Nooo!!! I wanted that flamethrower..."

Without hesitation, Abraham went the same direction that the man with the flamethrower had gone. Abraham wanted to find him and get the flamethrower back to Stefano so he could do whatever it was he planned to do with it. Abraham expected Stefano to use it as a cigarette lighter or use it as a jetpack somehow. Whatever Stefano's plan was, losing it apparently made a soldier sulk pretty hard, meaning it must've been important.

[Sonitusia]

"Uhh, my friend. Where are you going?" Stefano asked, slinging his gun on his shoulder once more, "It's time to eat lunch now. Do you really want to be late for lunch?"

The Grey's Front

Erich yawned, looking at the new arrivals who poured to get into the trench. Had they heard the exploding mines and rifle shots? He waltzed up to the first one he could see, who looked like he had just woken up. "Hello mein freund! Welcome to the front, where you get to take shots from one trench to another, and that's only if the weather's good and they're firing at us!" He laughed, taking out his revolver once more, spinning it on his finger.

"It's going to be a looooong war, newcomers. Better get comfy."

[Tracian Empire]

The Italian took the canteen gratefully, chugging down on it until he felt his dizziness wash away. It was extremely relieving, and he is now capable of keeping his stomach inside of his body. "Thank you signore, and yes I'm fine now." He stretched his arms, watching as the flame thrower left without any resistance.

"Wait, what the fuck?" he spat, fumbling to get his submachine gun, but the man had already disappeared. "Nooo!!! I wanted that flamethrower..."

Without hesitation, Abraham went the same direction that the man with the flamethrower had gone. Abraham wanted to find him and get the flamethrower back to Stefano so he could do whatever it was he planned to do with it. Abraham expected Stefano to use it as a cigarette lighter or use it as a jetpack somehow. Whatever Stefano's plan was, losing it apparently made a soldier sulk pretty hard, meaning it must've been important.

Alexander and Karl left after a while, not willing to wait for Fritz to finish his.. whatever he was doing with that American nurse. They were in a war after all.

Alexander was really angry because of that filthy American. As an Whitestrian officer, he was always trying to be clean and look exemplary. Karl was just too worried about how he was going to report the crash of a 2 million Marks Zeppelin. He was a Whitestrian yes, but he was under the command of the German Luftmarine, and those German officers were just... too strict and Prussian for his taste.

They just left the trench when Alexander heard the Italian saying something about wanting his flamethrower, his beloved flammenwerfer.

"Hey, you!", shouted Alexander at the Italian."Do you want my flamethrower? Come and take it, pasta eater!"

[The Germanian states]

"Uhh, my friend. Where are you going?" Stefano asked, slinging his gun on his shoulder once more, "It's time to eat lunch now. Do you really want to be late for lunch?"

The Grey's Front

Erich yawned, looking at the new arrivals who poured to get into the trench. Had they heard the exploding mines and rifle shots? He waltzed up to the first one he could see, who looked like he had just woken up. "Hello mein freund! Welcome to the front, where you get to take shots from one trench to another, and that's only if the weather's good and they're firing at us!" He laughed, taking out his revolver once more, spinning it on his finger.

"It's going to be a looooong war, newcomers. Better get comfy."

"Ja...Gutentag." Zurich and the other men said raising their helmets.

Zurich sat down on a crate and fell asleep almost instantly

The other men decided to walk around the trench to get used to the sight of rotting corpses, rats and other things.

Zurich awoke when someone fired a rifle and shot his rifle into the air

"Schiesse" he yelled as he shot his rifle not used to life in the trenches.

[ApplePieistan]

Abraham turned around, smiled enthusiastically, and said "Ooh, can we eat lunch with the Germans? I'm sure they'd like a nice tuna salad. Here, I'll ask." Abraham took out his bugle and played in loudly. He then shouted "Hey Germans! Any of you guys want to have lunch together?' We got some bomb chicken sandwiches right here!" Abraham then turned to Stefano and said "Do we have enough to feed them too?"