Little Friedrich
Berlin - February 18
Wilhelmina sat on a chair, holding a newborn baby in her arms. Little Friedrich was very quiet for a baby. Joseph and Lisa were concerned something was wrong with their son. After all, Joseph himself was very fussy when he was born, and Elisabeth Alexandra always told said Wilhelmina herself was quite the aggressive baby. Seemed to run in the family. Well, he seemed to be healthy, even if he was a little premature. Wilhelmina couldn’t believe she was a grandmother now. She was only 51. She thought she would have another few years.
“Uh...hey, little boy,” she said, “I’m your grandmother. I never thought I’d be saying that this soon, but here we are. Anyways, welcome to the family. Your parents and grandparents are so excited to have you. I know I am. Wonder what your first word will be? First memory? I know mine was being in my great-grandmother’s arms at my grandfather’s place in Constantinople, asking where my mom was when she was stuck in Vienna during the war. Hopefully your life gets off to a happier start. Though with how things are right now, I doubt it.”
So far, so good. Just think of it like the parent-child support conversations in Fire Emblem Warriors, she told herself. The ones that changed depending on what Awakening or Exalt's Duty save data was imported. Yeah, something like that. She took a deep breath and rocked Friedrich in her arms. The infant looked up at her, eyes wide and unknowing.
“I always imagined myself in this situation being a lot older and wiser,” Wilhelmina said, “Like my great-grandmother was when I was a kid. She would always give me some great pieces of wisdom to live by. Like, ‘the worst lies are the ones we tell to ourselves’. But no, now that you’re here, I’m not like her at all. I didn’t even keep to that proverb. I’ve lied to myself over and over again.”
Blachernae Palace, Constantinople - 1985
“Stop here, that’s fine, thank you,” Kaiserin Mother Zita said.
The driver pulled up to the curb and got out to open the door. Zita held up her hand and opened the door herself.
“No, it’s okay,” Zita said, “You don’t get to live to my age without doing things yourself.”
She turned to three-year-old Wilhelmina, who sat in a booster seat in the back. Wilhelmina looked back up at her great-grandmother, trying to count all of the wrinkles on her face but failing to count above ten. Zita quickly unbuckled Wilhelmina and hoisted her out.
“Come on, let’s go, my little Willie,” she said, “You don’t want to keep your grandfather waiting, do you?”
“Where’s Mommy?” Wilhelmina said.
“Mommy’s busy right now,” Zita said, “You’ll understand when you’re older.”
She set Wilhelmina down on the ground. Wilhelmina felt the ancient cobblestones under her feet give off a satisfying feeling of roundness. Taking Zita’s hand, they walked up to a palace side door and entered. The Varangians inside snapped to attention and saluted with such unison and speed Wilhelmina almost recoiled.
“Ma’am,” one of them said, “Sorry for the state of the place, we weren’t expecting you.”
“Where is my son?” Zita said.
“In his office,” the Varangian said, “As he has been since last afternoon.”
“It really is that bad, is it?” Zita said.
“I’m not sure this is a good time for him,” the Varangian said.
“Nonsense,” Zita said, “If he can’t take a meeting with his own mother, how can he fight that mad Varennikov? Take me to him, now.”
“As you wish, ma’am,” the Varangian said, “Follow me.”
Wilhelmina followed Zita and the Varangian down the hallway. Her focus was on the Varangian’s helmet. She would learn later it was called a pickelhaube and it was used in World War I, but at the time she just found it funny how the helmet had a spike.
“Have you tried everybody?”
“Yes, everybody. The reporters are getting suspicious, and I don’t think the senators and representatives can hold out for much longer. We might have a crisis on our hands.”
The voices grew louder as Zita and Wilhelmina approached the office.
“Thank you, Commander,” Zita said, “That will be all. You may return to your post.”
“As you wish, ma’am.” The Varangian saluted and left.
“We haven’t asked everybody yet,” Mihailo Princip said.
“Who do you have in mind?” Helmut Kohl said. “His sons aren’t close to him, but if even they and his brothers can’t get through to him, who can?”
They rounded a corner, and Wilhelmina saw two old men talking behind a half open door and in front of another. One wore a business suit, and the other wore a general’s uniform.
“That would be me,” Zita said.
She pushed aside the half open door for herself and Wilhelmina. Now with the two very confused men in full view, Wilhelmina couldn’t help but stare at these strangers while hiding behind Zita’s dress.
“Chancellor, General,” Zita said, retaining her iconic elegant poise, “It’s good to see you two. You must be desperate if you’re asking for my support. What has my son done this time?”
“The General Secretary angered him so much he won’t talk to any of us,” Kohl said.
Zita raised her eyebrows. “That’s a new one. Last time it was the Angeloi. Kidnapping his wife does that to him, you know.”
“Yeah, can you help us out?” Mihailo said. “We’re concerned about him. The press is starting to ask questions, and we’re worried about the effect on the war effort.”
Wilhelmina tugged on Zita’s dress. She didn’t feel comfortable here. These men were talking about complicated things she didn’t understand. All she wanted was her mom back. She spent so many months at home with just her dad, who did the best he could, but she missed her mom.
“Willie, dear, we’re going to see Grampa soon,” said Zita, “Be quiet and he’ll be out soon.”
Wilhelmina crossed her hands and made a face.
Kohl sighed. “We tried everything to get him out. What makes you think he’ll listen to—”
The door swung open, and Otto appeared.
“Mom?!” he said. “What are you doing here?”
Wilhelmina’s face lit up, recognizing her grandfather.
“Grampa!” she said, hugging his leg.
Otto chuckled and patted Wilhelmina on the head. He lifted her up in his arms.
“Oh, hello, Mina,” he said, “My, you’ve grown a lot!”
Wilhelmina smiled. His arms were strong and comforting, much like her mom’s.
“Otto, we have to talk,” Zita said.
“About what, Mom?” Otto said.
“What that Russian said,” Zita said.
Who was the Russian? Wilhelmina knew there were some bad people who didn’t like her grandfather and what he did. But that was it.
Otto sighed. “I told him to shut up. It’s over.”
“You call locking yourself in your office for several hours ‘over’?” Zita said.
“I needed time to collect myself,” Otto said, “I can’t believe we were all so stupid. All of us knew that Vienna would fall weeks ago, we knew people we cared about were trapped there, but what did we do? Who did we send? Nothing. Just some Imperial Guardsmen without backup. And what happened to them? They’re all dead. They swore an oath to me to defend our country and our people, and they ended up dead. Because I didn’t do more to help! I sent them to die, and when they died—”
Wilhelmina had never seen her grandfather so angry or confused. It was a little worrying.
“Calm down, Otto,” Zita said, “You’ve been here before. Remember the Angeloi?”
“What are you getting at?” Otto said.
“You can get past this,” Zita said, “You defeated the Angeloi before. The Russians aren’t any different from them. They can still be beaten.”
“We were too proud,” Otto said, “Mihailo said it was either Berlin or the Balkans…”
“Hey!” Mihailo said.
Oh, the strange man in the uniform was still here. He was scary.
“…And we chose Berlin,” Otto said, “Just like last time. We left Austria and the Balkans exposed so we could go after Berlin. A hundred thousand dead in Ruse, and we’re no closer to retaking Berlin.”
“That is the generals’ problem, not yours,” Zita said.
“I’m still here, you know!” Mihailo said.
The other man in the suit said nothing. He was also scary. She felt worried, even in Otto’s arms. All she wanted was her mom back. Wasn’t that why she was here?
“Where’s Mommy?” asked Wilhelmina.
The adults stopped talking, and Otto looked down at his granddaughter.
“Honey, Mommy is busy right now,” he said.
Otto hesitated. Zita looked at him with an expectant look. Wilhelmina looked at both of them with wide and innocent eyes. She wouldn’t understand anything they would try to say, but she at least wanted something to answer her question. She was scared. Otto saw that. He knelt and patted her head again reassuringly.
“Soon, honey,” he said, “I promise.”
Berlin - 2033
“I kept telling myself I’m not that scared girl anymore,” Wilhelmina said, “i’m not like when I was three and wanted my mother when she was trapped in Vienna. But the truth is, after all these years I still scared. I’m still that scared little girl who wants her mom. The world is falling apart again and I don’t know what to do or who to turn to. Fact is, my mom is dead. I’ll never see her again, along with my dad. But hopefully, you’ll keep seeing your mom and dad much longer than I did. And I’ll make sure of that. I’ll probably always be scared. I can’t tell myself I’m not. It’s time I accepted that for who I am, and move on.”
Friedrich cooed happily. He smiled and closed his eyes. Wilhelmina smiled back.
“Someday, I hope you remember this as fondly as I remember my grandfather holding me,” Wilhelmina said, “I hope you grow up in a world far more peaceful than the one I grew up in. You deserve that, at the very least.”
Brandenburg Palace
The second “O” in Enonon flashed.
The committee - May 27
Heinrich handed each of the committee members satellite photos.
“These were taken a few hours ago,” he said, “Indian troops in Hyderabad conducting an unscheduled military exercise with tactics I recognized as those of Contingency Plan Purple.”
“Purple?” Josiah said. “That’s for if we go rogue.”
“They really think we’re going rogue?” Theodor said, leaning back and casually putting his feet on the table. “If anything, India’s the rogue nation. The All India Party is unashamedly equalist, and so is Chancellor Jayapal. We can expect to see Naxalites 3: Electric Drei-galoo soon.”
“What do you think they’re planning with this?” Elias said.
“Well, Jayapal campaigned on a platform of removing our military bases in India and deporting our brave men in uniform,” Josiah said, “It’s reasonable to assume they may make such a demand of us and soon. Especially after we sent Argus into Brunei to crush those equalists last week.”
“Hey, it was a successful test of my new drone AI, and we killed some equalists, so I’d call that an absolute win,” Theodor said, “If the troops in India need them, I’m sure we can spare a few.”
“What about the Samrat Chakravartin?” Josiah said. “Has he said anything?”
“No,” Elias said, “I don’t expect him to.”
“So what do we do?” Heinrich said.
“Put the troops in India on high alert,” Elias said, “Give them authorization to fire in self-defense if it comes to it.”
“Elias, I’m not sure it’s wise to escalate the situation more than it already has,” Heinrich said, “Maybe we should just send the troops home. General Hansen, the man in charge of the bases, seems to agree. It would save us a lot of money and…”
“And bow to foreigners?” Elias said. “Bow to equalists? Might as well go the full mile and shoot the Kaiser and start singing the Soviet anthem. No! The world is laughing at us. They think we’ll just roll over and shoot ourselves in the foot. No. Unlike the party cartel, we actually support our troops. I know because I’m a veteran. If I abandon those men, I’ll be no better than the terrorists who killed my sister, took my eye, shot up the Diet, and killed Jacob. We’re not backing down. India will be put in its place.”