[Fanfic] False Alarm (Chapter Two)

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Title: False Alarm
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Mainly focusing on Germany and the Netherlands. Minor roles of others.
Rating: T
Warnings: None.
Summary: A historical fanfic about Germany invading the Netherlands in World War Two. Purely historical, no blood, gore etc.

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Chapter One



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He wrapped his hands carefully around the mug of coffee and looked at his general. "Let the delegate in and give him some coffee as well. It's cold in here." It was true. Although it was May already, the summer didn't really show himself. For him, it took five years before it could be truly summer again.

There was no reason to treat the German delegate as an enemy. After all, the man came in peace, and after all, the Netherlands was still neutral. At that time he didn't know it were his last moments of neutrality before he got caught in the war.

His officer nodded and opened the door, only to reveal a tall, blonde, young man, clad in a long green coat and wearing a hat to hide his face. The man didn't say a word, but sat down when a seat was offered, opposite from the Dutch nation.

The German delegate politely declined the cup of coffee and handed a letter to the nation. He, on his turn left the letter unopened and stared at the blonde German.

"You can remove your hat. I like to talk to a face, not a shadow. We're not going to do anything to you. After all, we're not the ones invading your country."

After a couple of minutes, in which the Netherlands literally felt the young man was staring at him, the delegate removed his hat, only to reveal an all too familiar person.

"Guten Morgen, Niederlande."

The Dutch nation managed to swallow a couple of insults down his throat and instead sipped of his coffee to hide his annoyance and anger. "Duitsland." He shoved the unopened letter back to Germany, who silently folded it and put it in his coat.

"Ich bin gekomm - "

"English," the Dutch interrupted him. "I don't want to hear your language in my country."

"I came here to tell you personally we'll be taking over your land," he continued, as if he wasn't interrupted at all. "We can make a deal if you let us without resisting. However, if you do resist… we'll destroy you."

Everyone stared. This was unexpected; even though they have been too naive to think they would be left alone. The room was completely silent; no one dared to say anything. The Netherlands drank some more of his coffee to avoid losing his calmth. "And why should we let you take over my country? I am neutral. I have declared neutrality. You can't invade me."

For a split second it looked like German was going to laugh. Instead he leaned forward to look at his neighbour with intense blue eyes. Dangerous blue eyes. "The United Kingdom and France will use the Low Countries to reach me. Neutral or not. Become an ally or we'll take you with force." He paused for a moment. "There's no third option, Niederlande."

"You're wrong," the Netherlands finally spoke. There was no choice. Apparently it was time to choose sides. It wouldn't be Germany's. "I will not let you. What self-respecting nation would allow to be invaded, would allow someone to take over? There's no third option. No second option either." He sighed and glanced at his admiral; the marine officer actually looked shocked.

"This is a serious threat, Duitsland." He stood up, thus staring down at the other nation and looked him straight in the eye."I haven't allied with anyone. I'm not part of any alliance. I wasn't planning to do so. And yet, you can't respect my choice for staying out of your war." He now noticed his hands were firmly grasping the chair, as if he needed the chair to support him, as if the steady ground under his feet disappeared. He'd never thought this would happen. He'd also never thought Germany would use Belgium and Luxembourg to threat him.

The nation let go of the chair and walked backwards. He crossed his arms; Germany just looked up at him. Cold was his stare. This wasn't the Germany he knew. "I, the kingdom of the Netherlands, declare war on the Federal Republic of Germany." Das Grossdeutches Reich. The Dutchman preferred the term 'das Nazireich.'

A sigh could be heard; a sigh that hinted to sadness. "You made the wrong choice, Niederlande." He stood up and walked out of the building without saying anything. After the door behind him had closed, he sighed again and shook his head. "Es tut mir leid," he spoke softly. No one heard him. Then the nation left, forced to follow his boss' orders and return to his own country. To defeat the Netherlands.

As soon as the 'delegate' left, the Netherlands sat down on his chair, closing his eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen. He thought he could stay out of the war, just with the first World War. He feared for his people. Being at war now had such a different meaning than being at war two hundred years ago. And since the independence of Belgium, he hadn't been in any war with anyone.

"Sir?"

"What?" he snapped.

"We have to warn the royal family," his admiral said, choosing his words very carefully. It seemed like the nation was having a hard time with the decision he just made.

"I already told the queen. She's fierce," a general told them with a tiny smile. "She wants to stay…" The nation glared at him.

"Impossible. I'll send her to London." He stood up and walked to the phone, but before he could dial a number, he got pushed away by his colonel.

"Sir, I don't know what you're planning to do, but we must avoid using the phone. Phone calls are very easy to intercept, you must realise that."

"We're at war for ten minutes or so," the Netherlands responded angrily with a slightly red face. "You can't stop me."

"Who are you going to call?"

"I have representatives in London and Paris. I should at least let them know what's going on. Eventual assistance would also be welcome." His minister of War looked intensely at him, but said nothing. This was nothing like the man he knew. Like the nation he knew. He was acting strange…

"I'll contact the rest of the government. It's probably best to get them to London as well," the minister said and left the headquarters.

His officers left as well, leaving the country alone. Of course, he wouldn't be really on his own; his officers knew he was unpredictable in a state like this and probably left some soldiers on guard. The Netherlands didn't care at the moment and tried to dial his ambassador in Paris. The person answering the call wasn't Dutch, though.

"Bonjour, France speaking," he heard. The Frenchman sounded somewhat tired.

"Morning."

"Who is this? Pays-Bas? Why are you calling me at such an hour?" It sounded like he hadn't slept at all; then he realised France was already at war.

The Netherlands quickly told him what happened in the past few hours. So much happened in so little time. "It's likely Belgium and Luxembourg will be attacked as well." He sighed; Luxembourg wouldn't stand a chance.

"So, le crocodile got tired of waiting, non. I'll try to help. I can send one of my generals your way."

"Much appreciated. Thanks." The crocodile? What was that man talking about? He knew the Frenchman could get a bit poetic at times, but comparing Germany with a crocodile? For him, he was like an elephant. Crushing everything that gets in the way. What had he done… his army wasn't ready for a war…

"Good luck," he heard France say. "You're one of the few barriers between him and England. This war will be worse than the first one. So don't get yourself defeated. It'll not end well."

The Netherlands groaned. "Yes, thank you for being so optimistic."

The other smiled a little. "It's just the truth. Take care."

The Dutch nation sighed and stared at the phone. This was not good. This was not good at all. After making a short phone call to London - England basically promised the same and would send reinforcements as soon as possible - he turned on the radio, only to turn it off again after a couple of seconds. He was not in the mood to listen to music. His people out there; the innocent women, children… did they even know it was dangerous right now? How could they reach the entire population on time?

He thought he was ready for the war. It turned out he wasn't ready at all. He relied too much on the thought his neutrality would protect him from the war. A terrible mistake he made.

An officer came running in. "Sir, there has been reports of German planes and parachutists in the area here!"

The Netherlands stood up, expression blank. "Let them come."