[Francois – Parisee]
Monsieur Allard strolled down the streets of Parisee, enjoying a brilliant summer day. It took skill to stroll at just the right pace so that one didn't sweat unduly and yet still manage to actually get anywhere in a timely fashion. The young man walking with him apparently was less experienced and suffered for it.
"Conductor, you seem rather busy these days. Will you be leading any performances soon?" The man was an entertainment reporter trying to get a scoop.
He rather resembles a dog hoping for a treat... ah, youth! Well, might as well throw him a bone then. "I'm still collaborating with Mlle Degurechaff on her latest albums."
The man looked surprised. "Oh? That seems quite ambitious! Surely she's busy with her political aspirations?"
"I haven't noticed any decrease in her output, if I may strain your credulity. She sends crates of scores and we speak on the phone every few days. I have a team of ten to help arrange and re-score the music and then I send them back in significantly larger crates!" The big man laughed loudly and then winked at a young woman that was startled by the sound.
"Crates... you don't seem to be exaggerating."
"Oh, I'm quite serious. She did say that her output would be lower for awhile."
"What should we expect from her next album?"
"Albums. Probably around ten, I think? Half will be focused on her new electric guitar and electric organ and the others are quite different from her usual fare."
The reporter's eyebrows raised curiously.
Allard leaned closer and whispered conspiratorially, "All of them are..."
The young man also leaned forward.
"...love songs!"
Allard laughed again, disturbing more people and a flock of pigeons!
* * *
[Germania – Berun – Political Office]
Naturally, the National People's Party also commissioned its own polls so they had the same info as the other groups. So, like the others, they proceeded confidently toward a future of their own imaginings.
Bruning looked at his own report, not entirely pleased. This close to election day, there likely wouldn't be too many changes. At any rate, a coalition government was always certainty but instead of one partner, we'll likely require at least two. In the end it all came down to numbers and no amount of showmanship or impassioned speeches will make a bit of difference.
He called to his aide, "It's early, but has the GNDP given a preliminary agreement for the post election? Our numbers a bit down so we might have to play them off against each other to get the best deal."
The aide looked a touch uncomfortable. "They were in favor at first – or at least receptive to the idea – but have become more standoffish recently. At this stage, the lines should start to be drawn but this post-war period is frankly a mess, sir."
He frowned. "Is there any chance another coalition has formed? Even theoretically?"
"I can't see how? Not with their stances on, well, on everything. Steel, farmers, finance... they are so separated that there no issue, even two issues for them to organize around. Once you juggle three... it's simply impossible."
"What about Degurechaff's group? The Liberty Party has low double-digits."
"Even worse for them. It's impressive for a first time party but their stances are rather anti-government power. Can you imagine any other major party wanting to form a coalition with that messaging?"
"So her party platform is to cripple themselves from getting anything done at all?" He let out a long and hearty laugh, his breath almost running out before he stopped. "There's no way that can have any significant impact. It's akin to a temper tantrum... a few voters unhappy with the War will flock to her, realize that there's nothing to be gained and will abandon her come the next election."
"As you say, sir." He glance at the closed door to the office and continued, "Should we continue with the kühler Sommer plan?"
Bruning rested his elbows on the desk and steepled his fingers. "While a coalition is impossible to avoid, I'd prefer a two party solution with us in the dominant position. Go ahead and, wherever possible, let's take from little Tanya, eh?"
* * *
[Germania – Traveling]
Le Train de Tanya traveled through the night, carrying Tanya to the next venue. At every stop, she would pick up supplies and any messages that weren't sent over the wireless. As when she was in America, her business affairs were mostly self-directed and Prince Oskar handled her diplomatic duties, leaving her free to deal with other matters.
The current 'other matter' being the presidency, of course.
Tanya relaxed in a very luxurious chair, enjoying the trip. Every few months, incremental improvements in the train made them more efficient and comfortable. A man stood nearby while the train very, very gently swayed as it sped along. Frankly, he didn't notice the movement after the train stopped accelerating.
"Oh, things seem to be going well!" Tanya flipped through the reports quickly, mostly just scanning the summaries. "Polls look good, all three fairground trains are, literally, on track, the field and parade project is ready, and even the weather forecast looks good." She chuckled wryly. "If I were superstitious, I'd be worried that things are going TOO well!"
Given that Being X exists, perhaps being paranoid is appropriate. He's a sentient mass of bad luck to give Murphy a run for his money! Speaking of which, what has he been up to? Not that I want that overpower egoist to come bother me, but he must be up to something, somewhere.
The whole idea of Being X planning something that would bite her unexpected made her want to curse out loud but she controlled the impulse from long practice.
Let's focus on an enemy that I can actually punch in the face... figuratively, of course! Maybe. She flipped to the last page and, for her, the most important one. "Frankly, I thought Bruning would have played some tricks before now but this will provide a shield."
The messenger, an assistant of Visha. "May I ask a question about that?" Seeing her assent, he continued. "Why did we pursue this so aggressively? We're losing money on this contract, and I understand that this might be necessary, but I can't understand why it's necessary."
Tanya raised a finger and Mercedes hurried without rushing to refill her coffee cup. "You are familiar with the three phases, yes? It doesn't matter how many people love us, how many people trust us, even how many people vote for us... that all might not matter. Consummation is the end of the race; you can run the fastest but you still have to cross the finish line."
She sipped her coffee and put down the cup firmly. "Remember this: whoever counts the votes determines who wins the election."
* * *
[Germania]
Across the country, six teams (arranged in three pairs) were in charge of setting up and breaking down the rally venues. The boss of Team 3A was directing his crew. None of them were professional promotion crews and were a mish-mash of engineers, radio personnel, reporters, and railroad workers among others.
He raised his voice unnecessarily over the mild sounds of the train. "Listen up! Here's how it's going to work. 3A pulls into the town and the flyer team will post the bills while the construction and sound teams will prepare the venue. Team B will source the food supplies and arrive with the chefs shortly afterward. As soon as the event is over, team B will clean up and head out while team A breaks down the stage and equipment before heading to the next stop."
A worker, strong but perhaps not too bright, raised his hand. "Could you explain that again? I mean, there are six teams and..."
Another co-worker, used to explaining to him, said, "Adler, It's like setting up a line of dominoes, but you have to pick up the last fallen domino and move it to the front before it's pushed over."
The man scratched his head, furrowed his brow, and then his expression cleared up. "Oh, I got it! So we are the back and front of the line at the same time and pushing them over is like pushing ourselves forward as we fall down." He nodded with apparent understanding.
Someone else was about to try to clarify further but the other man shook his head with a worried expression on his face so everyone let that point pass.
The boss continued. "We'll be moving fast, so you'll sleep on the train and the engineers will refuel and maintain the trains during the events."
"What about food?" asked Adler again. "I get pretty hungry, yah? And we are going to be working all the time."
With long patience, the leader said. "We're traveling with a trainload of chefs and will be cooking mountains of food. Eat during the events or after breakdown." He looked at them solemnly. "All of you know what's at stake here. The future of Germania may be decided by this election and we all have to work hard."
The workers cheered and the broke up to get some rest but Adler was just shaking his head.
His friend patted his shoulder, "Don't worry about it. All we have to do is get our work done and let the bosses handle the rest."
"Oh, yah. I'm not worried. I wonder why everyone else is fussing since Tanya is going to win."
The man raised his eyebrows. "Well, I'm pretty sure she's going to succeed but it's not certain."
Adler nodded knowingly. "Nah, it's good as done, really!"
Getting a little impatience, but controlling his temper, he asked, "How can you be so sure?"
"Before I got this job, someone told me about being a pollster so I decided to try it out in my village... it was way too much work!"
"Being a pollster is rather hard, there's a lot of math involved..."
"Math? Ha! It was easy! You just ask people, mark next to each choice and count. I can show you how I did it."
His friend was surprised at his utter confidence. Why is he so certain? "Adler... how many people did you 'poll' in your village?"
"Well, all of them!" He lowered his voice, "I had to do it twice because some people weren't old enough..." He raised his voice again and looked quite cheerful. "Yah, this is going to be a great show!"
* * *
[Germania – Berun – Political Office]
There was plenty of activity in the Political Office, but most didn't involve the business of government and was instead focused on the upcoming election – working for the incumbent, of course. It wasn't technically illegal... it was literally illegal but there was no one to gainsay them.
Herr Albrecht, looking as suave as ever, strolled through the busy workers like car driving through blowing leaves... he moved with purpose and they just fluttered around in his wake. He glanced at well-positioned mirror to make sure his hair was in order and smiled at his reflection as it confirmed that all was well.
He was such a regular and respected visitor that all the layers of underlings hired to stop people from coming in simply allowed him to pass unimpeded. He
"Ah, Manfred! Busy as ever, I see."
"Running the country takes more time than legislating, apparently." Still, he didn't seem upset about the visit.
"As you say, as you say. Still, it gives me time for a few minor side projects. I was curious about the Liberty Party's movements so I started asking around."
"Oh? They haven't done anything unusual, have they?"
"As you say." He paused significantly. "But isn't that a bit odd? She heading toward what seems a permanent minority status with no power and no possible coalition. Come the election after next, she'll have no accomplishments and sink without a trace."
Bruning snorted. "Another sign of an amateur."
"Come now, let's not be dismissive. A political amateur she may be, she can count as well as any. There's no way she could have gotten to her position in the military or business without such simple skills!"
The President leaned back in his chair. "So what are we missing? Tell me."
"Obviously, she thinks she has a shot at a being a majority partner in a coalition government. But where are those votes coming from?"
"Even if she has a shot, as you say, we started the Cool Summer plan. We can snip away enough votes to cut enough support to make those theoretical votes moot."
"You might want to rethink that, my friend. I did a mini poll of my own. It's too late for a formal one at this point so I just asked a few friends."
Bruning frowned. "Albrecht... I do have things to do. Can we skip to the conclusion?"
The other man shrugged and pulled out a small object and tossed it onto the Presidential desk. It was obviously soft and light and bounced once before stopping. It was a roughly pink package with a white paper band holding it together.
There was a light scent of lilacs coming from it.
"What on earth do you have one of those... things?"
"As I said. I got it from a friend... or rather the wife of a friend." He reached out and turned it over. The Zart logo was exposed. "Go ahead, open it up."
Bruning seemed reluctant and Albrecht chided him. "Oh for the love of God, man! It hasn't been used!"
Trying to hide his reluctance, he peeled open the paper band, revealing a message. Election day is coming... don't forget to vote!
Albrecht continued. "I talked to a few dozen women. Over half of them have never voted before but will be voting this time." He gave a wry smile. "And I'll be blunt. The vast majority of them aren't voting for the NPP! Nor the GNDP or the ICSP. Four out of five are voting for the Liberty Party and they are very firm about that."
"That's hardly scientific..." but his voice was hesitant.
"You think I don't know that? But think about it. It's a demographic that is mostly invisible to us. Whatever you think you're doing, it's not nearly enough."
Bruning wasn't stupid and could calculate the numbers as well. Finally, he replied, "So what do you suggest?"
"Start Hot Summer. And do it quickly. You need to put her in front of the voters in a public forum and show the differences between you two."
"That's a gamble... and it could be viewed as weakness since I'm the incumbent and she's heading an unblooded party."
"This is not the time to avoid facing facts. If the LP is beating the NPP come election day – or even if we are tied – are you sure she won't get a coalition before us? The National People's Party has been on top for a long time. Which means all those fringe parties that have been at our door, hat in hand, maybe now they will want a turn running things?"
"I'll get my people on it. Immediately."
Albrecht smiled. "Good, good! And don't hold back. She's an expert in war but not the more dignified war of politics."
"Are you sure she'll accept? If you are right and she's significantly ahead, why would she agree to debates?"
"Hit her with negative publicity... she'll want to clear things up and she doesn't seem the sort to back off from a fight!"
"You're right. Between cool and hot summer, we'll make her quite uncomfortable!"
Chapter 137 - Operator, well could you help me place this call?
Chapter Text
[Unified States – New York city – GTT office]
The meeting room was re-purposed as a classroom or, rather, had been designed to be multi-purpose from the beginning. The dozen or so women seated there felt out-of-place in the plush leather chairs around the large hardwood table that was carved artistically with brass inlays and generously coated in a lovingly polished epoxy resin layer. The instructor stood in front of what looked like a wide shiny white board mounted on wheels. At the top was a line in black ink: Instructor – Mabel Smith.
"Now, ladies, welcome to TvD! I know you're excited to get to work but we have some training to get through first. However, don't worry... time spent training counts as working hours!"
A titter of laughter traveled through the room, releasing much of the tension
"This branch, as you know, is the North American headquarters of Germania Telephone and Telegraph, GTT for short. As the owners of the first and, currently, only transatlantic communications cable we have a great responsibility!" Her hand flew across the white wall as she wrote important points in a brilliant green ink.
"This office and our sister location in Brest are the hub of international communications now and for the foreseeable future." She gave a light laugh. "Even countries that would like to have their own cables balk at the complexity and cost. It's much easier and cheaper just to use our service and use it they will! That's where you ladies come in." She switched to a red pen and wrote, "Friendly! Efficient! Discreet!"
"This last point is so important, I'm tempted to write it three times. We have unprecedented access to private information so being honest is as important as your other skills. Everyone here has operator experience and all of you are bilingual or better. You've gone through three different interviews but this is a test of your character. Eavesdropping or sharing private information are grounds for immediate termination." The solemn expression left her face and she smiled again. "But I'm sure everyone realizes the risks aren't worth it. You are now the highest paid operators in the Unified States with other benefits unmatched by other companies. So if you ever come across information that you'd like to gossip about, just ask yourself, is it worth the risk?"
Using a cloth, she erased the words on the wall and continued to write. "There are 131 lines in the cable. Seventy-six are allocated to telephony and fifty-three for telegraphy but we have ways to change the ratio in the future."
Several women raised their hands. "But doesn't that leave two unaccounted for?"
Mabel nodded. "Good catch! There are two dedicated lines that are for the sole use of TvD. It leads directly from Berun to Chicago and doesn't go through any operators. Even the repeaters are routed separately into the building in a hidden location. So there's no need to worry that you'll hear a conversation from 'her' accidentally."
"Do you mean President Degurechaff?"
"Naturally! Who knows what interesting deals or world-influencing negotiations will be occurring on those lines? Fortunately, you don't have to worry about being tempted since the forbidden fruits are well protected."
One young woman giggled, "So if we eat that apple, we'll be cast out of paradise?"
Mabel cocked her head to one side. "After a fashion... but I don't think the President will be nearly as kind as the Almighty!"
* * *
[Unified States – Chicago – Germanian Consulate]
Naturally, this quite exclusive line was there to be used. Halfway across the country, that very line was in use as a Prince talked to an Emperor. Their titles remained even if the authority behind them had been removed and they were usually referred to as such.
Though not to each other, of course.
"Father, this call was unexpected. I hope all is well."
"Unexpected? I did tell you I would be calling."
"That was what was unexpected... when you do you give me a warning before you do something troublesome?"
The older man laughed. "How goes your assignment? Your superior seems to be on vacation back home while you are managing things there."
Oskar shrugged even though no one could see him. "Honestly, not much has changed. Despite being the ambassador, she was much more interested in business while I handled the majority of the diplomatic issues."
"Of course I know that, son! I mean your other assignment."
"Ah, that. What can I say that I haven't said before? She's an attractive and altogether impressive person. I can see why her men followed her into the direst of battles and continue to follow her in the battlefields of business. If I had to pick a single person that encapsulates the future of Germania... it would have to be her."
"And...?"
Trying not to sigh resignedly, he said, "So, you were right."
A chuckled entered his ear from the phone receiver. "Can you elaborate more fully? Maybe repeat that? It's rarely that a father hears such words from his children once they grown taller than waist height."
"You're right," he repeated. "I couldn't find a better match. I like her. She's beautiful and has an excellent personality. Other than a desire to be the one in charge, a drive I understand fully, I can't find a flaw. Hell, father, I wonder whether I'm good enough for her, not the other way around!"
"Let me impart some more wisdom on you, the same as my father told me: a marriage is a partnership, not a struggle for dominance. You aren't a housewife going to market, haggling for the best deal and making sure that the merchant doesn't have his thumb on the scale. The question is whether you can work with her? Can you live with her? Can you plan a future together?"
Oskar paused and finally said, "I think so, no, I know so."
His father laughed! "Good, good! I'm glad you've seen the light. Now comes the hard part... convincing the lady of all that!"
* * *
[Germania]
Tanya got her daily report, this time from Visha via phone during a layover. She had just finished another show and was resting while her employees were busily packing up for the next venue. While not a secure line, the TvD office she temporarily commandeered was as close as they could manage on the road.
After some pleasantries, Tanya got to business. "Is there anything to report?"
"They want a debate a week before election day."
"You accepted, of course?"
Visha giggled a little. "I did! But I got some concessions first. No moderators, we choose the venue, and we reserve the right to broadcast the event."
Tanya blinked. "They agreed to all that? I'm surprised that they didn't balk at least a little bit."
"I was a little startled as well. I thought we'd have to fight for the broadcast rights but I worded it as 'either side' can broadcast the event as they wish so perhaps they didn't think we'd have an advantage there?"
"If I had people like that working for me, I'd fire them immediately."
"Well, they didn't have you to instruct them, did they?"
"Some things should be obvious. When the goal is to sway minds and hearts, then how can you disassociate communicating with the ears and eyes attached to those other organs?"
"That's... a weird image, Tanya."
"Regardless. If they want to hand this to us, it works since that's the only thing we wanted from the debate. Any sign that they'll take advantage of this as well?"
"Nothing we've heard though they are ramping up their newspaper ads."
"Still, they wouldn't ask for a debate if they weren't prepared to capitalize on it afterward. They probably have some paid shills that will try to paint us as dangerous extremists or somesuch. We can safely ignore anything mundane like that but keep an eye out for anything unusual."
"Will do!" She jotted down a few notes. "Other than that, there's nothing to report. Oh, there is one thing. Would you like to join me and Ignatz for lunch when you get to Berun?"
"Oh, that fellow you met during business? Why, yes, let's all get together!" Time to meet this lothario sniffing around my Visha! As if I'd give up my valuable human resource without a fight!
* * *
[Albion]
While personal telephones were becoming cheaper and more popular, they were still a luxury item. Despite the expense, there was a lengthy waiting list as the wire-laying and installation crews were constantly busy but couldn't keep up with the growing demand. With money and connections, the process could be expedited, however.
Mr. Clark had both.
He spoke firmly into the device. "Be here in an hour. I want updates and results!" He hung up the phone and his servant took it away, coiling the cord as he left the room.
His guest raised an eyebrow but didn't comment about the call. "Albert... you should be retired by now. You've done your part and, if I can be blunt, how many more years do you have left? Turn over the reins to someone else, go to a restaurant, go on vacation! Something, anything!"
"Do you think I could really do that, Francis? I could quit, but who should I turn the company over to? My son?" He gave a bitter laugh. "Food tastes like ashes, wine like dishwater."
"Albert..."
His friend continued. "What would I do on a so-called vacation? With whom would I go? Marianne left this world too many years ago. Tell me... with whom?!"
Francis sighed and sat back in his chair. "I know I've said this before..."
"Then there's no need to repeat yourself."
He ignored this interruption. "But life DOES go on. Wouldn't Marianne and Arthur want you to actually live and eke some joy out of this existence and not wallow forever as you are. Mourn, yes, but then move on, man!"
"Don't you dare lecture me." The old man was harsh and unforgiving.
Francis snorted. "Who else will do it? You've driven everyone else away with your awful personality and brooding." He sighed. "I miss her as much as you do... she might have been your wife but she was my sister too. Arthur's loss was hard, I know. He was a fine young man and died far too young but he was a soldier in the end and the war is over."
"Is it?" he said in a dreadful voice.
"It is." He took one last sip of his tea and then put the cup down with finality. "I apologize, but I have to take my leave now. Things to do, places to go." He stood and put his hand on his brother-in-law's shoulder. "At least think about what I said, hmmm?"
Albert was about to get up but he waved him off. "No need, I'll see myself out. Take care!"
The old man brooded as the day waned. Finally there was a knock on the study door. His servant said, "Your appointment is here, sir."
"Let him in."
Nigel walked in, his leather shoes making no noise on the large rug. He was a man with a forgettable face, a forgettable voice, and a thoroughly forgettable presence. Rather than a person, he was like the space between people... a middleman to the core.
"Talk." Clark said bluntly.
"With her increase in power, many opportunities have been closed off."
"Are you saying you can't do it? After all that money spent?" He spat this out.
"Hardly, sir," he said dryly. "Other opportunities open themselves up. In Chicago, she had access to many resources that she had to leave behind."
"Are you trying to make a fool of me? The 203rd is in Germania!"
Nigel nodded blandly. "Certainly, but they are hardly her personal army and they are mostly stationed in Berun. As President, she will frequently have to travel away from their base and deletions are usually done quite quickly before defenses can be mustered. No, the advantage lies with the attacker and not the defender."
"And yet you failed last time."
"Advantage... not certainty. As our prior contract made quite clear. Be that as it may be, we have new agents, ones well-placed in Germania. Given your generous payment, we were able to hire the best this time."
"I will not accept failure. Failure is unacceptable!"
Nigel bowed his head slightly. "I will take my leave then."
In a nondescript house in a mundane neighborhood, Nigel made a call. "I'd like to put in an order of caviar."
"What brand, sir? We have several varieties in stock."
"Osetra and Beluga."
"Ah?" The voice was surprised. "Beluga it is, sir. I guess your pockets are deep today!"
"Yes... deep indeed. I expect delivery as soon as possible."
Chapter 138 - G4 Conference
[Germania – Berun]
Two representatives, one for the Liberty Party, and one for the incumbent, met at a small cafe in Berun, using is as 'neutral' territory for their talk.
The venue for the debate had been arranged by TvD along with the sound system based on an excellent argument. "We have given concerts all over the continent, yes? With the amount of time available to prepare, could you really arrange for an appropriate stage? We want the maximum number in the audience, yes?" Tanya's agent argued persuasively.
"Still, there are issues..."
"We'll pay for everything."
"Done!"
Extensive coordination ensued to make sure that the debate would be scrupulously fair to both participants. The NPP representative asked, "What about the other parties?"
"What about them? We're bankrolling the stage and the broadcast. If they want a debate and have double-digit support, we'd consider a debate with them, too. Or they can arrange things we'll show up at their debate." He humphed dismissively. "I gathered from your invitation that you weren't considering them at all, yes?"
"No, no we weren't. We think the two viewpoints should be sufficient for the Germanian people to decide how to vote."
"Well, then, we are in agreement."
The two representatives had a remarkably amicable meeting and, indeed, made plans to meet for drinks after the election!
* * *
[Germania]
A group of young women gathered weekly after work as was their habit. They had met in middle school as they happened to be in the same class and coincidentally all named 'Gretl'. The four became fast friends and had continued their friendship into their early twenties.
"Did you bring the wine, Eins?" A blonde woman said from the small kitchen where she was preparing snacks for the evening.
The woman who just came in pushed the door close with her hip and held up two bottles. "Of course! By the way, why am I always the one who picks up the wine?"
"You're the oldest, naturally! Glasses are in the usual place."
"Where are Drei and Vier?"
"I'm not sure... they just said they were picking up something special."
"Oooh, I'm intrigued! Since we've finished that novel and poker fizzled, we needed something new."
Vier opened the door without knocking. "Fear not, my fellow Gretls! I have brought light into your benighted existences!" She held up a shopping bag with a grin.
Drei came behind her with an electric phonograph player. "I think you mean 'we' did... and I have the heavier part. Clear some room so I can put this down!"
"Oh, is that new?" Zwei looked at the shiny exterior of the device. "Isn't that pricey?"
"I borrowed it from my parents." Drei rolled her eyes as after she put it carefully on a side table that had been cleared off. "I almost had to sign my life as collateral to get it so no one do anything crazy."
Vier looked at the wine on the counter. "I don't know... that's very nice wine Eins got for us." She widened her eyes and gave a manic grin. "This might be the night I totally lose control!"
"So what are we listening to?"
Vier didn't keep the others in suspense and pulled a brand new boxed set out of the bag. "Tah-dah!"
The other Gretls gathered around and looked at the cover of the box. "Love songs? From Tanya?" Eins said wonderingly. "That's not like her, is it?"
"It. Is. Not!" Vier said confidently.
Zwei looked at the spine of the box. "Moreover, there are three. Put one on!"
As Drei prepared the player and put on the first album, Vier read the convenient booklet that came with the set. "Looks like Degurechaff is playing the piano as well as singing."
The others nodded, "Makes sense."
Drei shushed them and the sound of a piano and violin came out of the speakers with surprising clarity. After a few seconds, Tanya's sweet, lilting voice soothed their ears as they sat around the player.
Dreaming, I must be dreaming
Or am I really lying here with you?
Baby, you take me in your arms
And though I'm wide awake, I know my dream is coming true
And, oh, I just fall in love again
Just one touch and then it happens every time
There I go, I just fall in love again, and when I do
I can't help myself, I fall in love with you
Zwei nibbled on Erdnussflips while she listened but the crunchy snack drew annoyed looks so she stopped quickly.
Magic, it must be magic
The way I hold you and the night just seems to fly
Easy for you to take me to a star
Heaven is that moment when I look into your eyes
And, oh, I just fall in love again
Just one touch and then it happens every time
There I go, I just fall in love again, and when I do
I can't help myself, I fall in love with you
Can't help myself, I fall in love with you
Eins sipped on her wine. "That's a little bit... steamier... than she normally gets, isn't it?"
Drei shrugged. "She's a few years older now. Maybe she's a late bloomer?"
"That makes sense! There can't be many opportunities in the army to date, right?"
"You sure about that? There are so many really, really fit army guys. She was surrounded by an unending man smorgasbord."
Zwei rolled her eyes. "She was barely older than 10 at the time. Still just a child."
Vier objected, "Even young girls wish for romance, my friends. I know we are a few years past childhood, but surely you remember those days where you dreamt of who might meet you at the altar?"
General nods of agreement met this question. "Point," admitted the rest.
The next song started and Tanya dropped her pitch somewhat and was joined by backup singers to harmonize with her. This song featured the new electric guitar which added a touch of novelty to the arrangement.
I've been cheated
Been mistreated
When will I be loved
I've been put down
I've been pushed 'round
When will I be loved
When I find a new man
That I want for mine
He always breaks my heart in two
It happens every time
Drei listened carefully and suddenly said. "What if she has already had her heart broken? I have been in those shoes and can certainly relate to this song!"
"...that makes a certain sense. Maybe a one-sided infatuation?"
"Oooh, I can see it! A dashing older officer and a rising, but too-young, heroine. Forever kept apart by their ages!"
"Time in a Bottle", "Longer", and "You Can Do Magic" elicited appreciative comments as they finished off the first bottle of wine. "You did get three bottles, right?" Vier asked.
Eins laughed and expertly removed the cork of the second bottle. "How could I forget after that first time? Do you know how hard it is to convince a store to open after hours for a tipsy Fraulein?"
"Hey, there's a lyrics sheet in the booklet along with the credits and pictures!"
Soon the four were belting out a fair rendition of "Your Wildest Dreams" along with the music. Mostly on key but with great enthusiasm!
"How Deep is Your Love" was likewise popular. Drei suddenly laughed, causing Zwei to look and ask, "What's so funny?"
"Imagine if a man tried to sing this song!"
She shook her head. "Impossible. Those high notes are brutal!"
"Queen of Hearts" and "Love is a Battlefield" rounded out the second album and the second bottle of wine. Zwei kept the snacks coming stopping them from getting drunk immediately but it did little but slow down the inevitable.
Top of the third album was "All of Me" which showed that she could make her voice buttery smooth as the lyrics. "Tainted Love" had a harder edge, a somewhat shocking contrast to the previous song.
Once I ran to you
Now I run from you
This tainted love you've given
I give you all a girl could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
Tainted Love
Drei glanced at the others with a knowing look. Not wanting to interrupt the song, she put her fists together over her heart, tore them apart, and then rubbed her eyes as if crying.
Vier rolled her eyes and just refilled her glass.
The crooning, alluring "It's Now or Never" was followed by the over-the-top energy of "Total Eclipse of the Heart".
Pumped up by the last song (and more than a little tipsy), Zwei announced, "I'm singing the next one!" She squinted at the lyrics sheet and managed to follow along with only a few fumbles using her excellent memory that apparently functioned even after multiple glasses of wine!
You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips
And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips
You're trying hard not to show it (baby)
But baby, baby, I know it
You've lost that lovin' feeling
Whoa, that lovin' feeling
You've lost that lovin' feeling
Now it's gone, gone, gone, whoa
She held an (empty) wine bottle like a microphone and serenaded her friends while they giggled and pretended to swoon. After the last "Now it's gone..." she collapsed on the couch laughing.
Relaxing to the bouncy "Eight Days a Week" and the silky smooth "Unforgettable", then came to the final song. "Oh, oh, oh! Here's another one to sing together, I know it!" They gathered around the lyric sheet again and after a stanza, they were able to follow along.
Drei restarted the song carefully (having had her fair share of wine as well!). It started with a piano solo and then Tanya's voice came on strong, forcing the four to happily match her intensity...
I know just how to whisper
And I know just how to cry
I know just where to find the answers
And I know just how to lie
I know just how to fake it
And I know just how to scheme
I know just when to face the truth
And then I know just when to dream
And I know just where to touch you
And I know just what to prove
I know when to pull you closer
And I know when to let you lose
And I know the night is fading
And I know the time's gonna fly
And I'm never gonna tell you everything I gotta tell you
But I know I gotta give it a try
And I know the roads to riches
And I know the ways to fame
I know all the rules and I know how to break 'em
And I always know the name of the game
But I don't know how to leave you
And I'll never let you fall
And I don't know how you do it
Making love out of nothing at all
Zwei sat back down again and said, "Wow... just... wow."
"Right, right?" Vier hiccuped and looked unhappily at her empty wineglass and almost claimed Drei's but the proper owner grabbed it first.
Eins rubbed her chin with one finger, deeply in thought. "My dear friends, I have a theory."
"Oh?" "Do tell!"
Eins continued. "Tanya is currently the most eligible bachelor in Germania, no, the world really."
Drei nodded. "She has influence, money, fame and may be the next President, so I can't fault your argument so far."
"But she's been in situations where hasn't been able to date. As much as the romances talk about 'love in the trenches', it's not very practical. Since then, she's been terribly busy building her business for the past few years, not to mention having to go to the Unified States and working for Germania there."
The others seemed interested but a little confused. "Aaaaaaand? Where are you taking this?" Vier waved her empty glass toward Eins.
"Hold on, I'm getting there. Now, suddenly, this album comes out. Not one, but THREE when she has avoided love songs in the past. The conclusion is clear!"
"It is?"
"It is! This is her way of telling people that's she ready for romance! Maybe not consciously, that's hard to say, but listen to all that. And!"
Zwei blinked. "And?"
Eins smiled sagely. "Such a thing doesn't come from nowhere. I don't think she isn't just 'ready'. She's met Mr. Right and the feelings have overwhelmed her. This is a love letter to a certain someone."
Drei agreed but said, "Who is it though?"
"That! Well, that's the question, isn't it?" She sipped her wine and said, "I'm sure we'll learn more after the election."
The girls pondered this when suddenly Vier said, "Wait. Wait, wait, wait! You mean this girl who's barely an adult will be all that AND have some hot guy romance. My Gretls... we have to improve our game!"
* * *
Similar scenes occurred all over Germania. Concurrent to her campaign tour, the trio of albums was released nationwide. So for one reason or another (frequently both), her words were on everyone's lips.
* * *
[Unified States – Chicago – weeks earlier]
Tanya was talking to Monsieur Allard over the new transatlantic cables, making their collaborations more convenient and much faster.
Allard's larger-than-life energy came across even the imperfect telephonic device. "So, what muse has graced you recently? I realize your tasks have kept you busy but I sense that you have much more music to share!"
"I can go a variety of ways." She thought for a second. "Actually, what's popular now? I mean what would sell a lot?"
"Hmm? You've never asked something like this before. Surely you aren't sacrificing your art for mere money?"
Tanya laughed! "I will never be a starving artist! But, right now, there is an opportunity to make great profits depending on your capital. It's a bit risky because it involves buying bonds based on expectations. I've leveraged my funds significantly and an infusion of cash soon would pay off handsomely."
"You're a sure money maker, my dear Degurechaff! You can pre-sell the entire run to music stores before you press even a single disc. You lose a bit on the percentages but if you need money right now, that's the way to go. Of course, you have to pitch them an idea that will thrill their hearts and entice their wallets!"
"What would sell? Not to be an egoist, but I think I can come up with something that matches whatever their tastes are."
His answer was short, "Love songs. As many as you can with the quality you are known for."
She paused. "Love songs." Why did it have to be love songs?!
"Love songs. You hardly have any in your repertoire and there have been many, many requests by those who know I work with you. Can you deliver that?"
Tanya gave an even longer pause as she struggled with herself and finally said. "How about three?"
She could hear the smile in his voice. "That would be just fine!"
Chapter 139 - Sweet Dreams
[Germania – Berun – Süße Träume]
Visha and Ignatz sat in a trendy new cafe in downtown Berun. Numerous pastries behind the glass counter, cakes under clear domes, and rows of colorful hand-drawn menus comprised much of the décor. Music played quietly in the background, enough to set the mood without dominating it.
Ignatz glanced at the menus as he sat at the round table inlaid with colored glass and decorate pebbles. "So what's the news, Visha? You said to be prepared for a 'surprise'." Does this mean she's ready to take our relationship to the next level? Certainly, I've been sending signals. Maybe she's only pretended to be oblivious?
She laughed and leaned over to pat his forearm. "A little patience, please!"
He glanced at her surreptitiously. She is dressed up more than usual today. It's rather hard to have polite eyes when she sits like that! He thought for a second. Maybe this is my chance, though? I think it is... she's responding at last!
He smiled warmly. "I'm a patient fellow."
Visha chuckled. "We'll order soon, don't worry."
She's smiling more than usual and seems happier. There's definitely a twinkle in her eye and a bit of flush in her cheeks. Let's lean a little bit in and let her cross the last distance. A kiss by day and something more fun by night? He moved closer to her, expecting she'd meet him halfway.
Contrary to expectations, she sat back up and raised her hand. "We're over here!"
Ignatz, confused, looked around and saw a blonde woman walking firmly toward them. He could almost hear "Degurechaff's March" in time to the firm cadence of her steps. Having apparently given up on a battle against women's clothing, but not yet conceding the war, she was dressed in an outfit that was reminiscent of a riding outfit. She had knee-high leather boots, hip and thigh-hugging white pants and a buttoned half coat that emphasized her movements. Her ever-present cane was enough like a riding crop that not a whit was removed from the illusion that she just got off a horse.
"Ah, Visha!" She replied warmly. "So, this is your new friend?"
Ignatz got up abruptly and almost gave a bow. There was something about her presence that demanded respect... and she got it. "Ah, Miss Degurechaff!"
"Tanya, this is Ignatz, as you know."
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Zollinger. I heard so much about you."
"And I you, of course." Good lord! I've seen pictures of her but they were so out of date compared to this girl... I mean woman! "I must say, I wasn't expecting to meet you today."
She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, am I intruding?"
Visha laughed. "You are my surprise! Let's eat... I hear this place is scrumptious!"
They sat down and Tanya glanced over the menu on the wall and ordered like she had done it a thousand times before. "This place is surprisingly avaunt-garde in the presentation and how they manage their business... how did you find it?"
"My second surprise... I own it!"
Both Tanya and Ignatz looked a bit shocked but Tanya recovered quickest. "Congratulations! I see that you're taking my lessons to heart."
The man asked, "But why a cafe? Isn't your main business interests with women's products?"
"I wanted a place I could visit where I would be happy with the coffee and food. Where I could send a friend and know they would be satisfied with they got."
Tanya looked around more carefully. "Ah! You're talking about that conversation we had about what would make an ideal cafe! But that was years ago!" No wonder this seemed so familiar... you could find places like this everywhere around the time Being X kidnapped me.
"I just loved your vision of a nice place to relax and have a treat. It took weeks to train the staff to make a decent cup of coffee." She looked quite determined... cutely determined. "At times I wished I could have used 'your' methods of training!"
Tanya responded dryly, "Civilian authorities frown on interrogation resistance training, artillery shelling your trainees, and the use of whips as a teaching tool."
Visha clenched her fist and said portentously, "The fools!" Then she broke down laughing! "Did I sound like a tough boss?"
"Very very tough. Ah, our order is here! Let's see if your harsh training has borne fruit."
The waitress brought out their drinks and treats with a smile. "Do you need anything else?"
Visha said, "We're fine, thank you." She watched carefully as Tanya took a sip of her coffee and waited with baited breath as she savored the taste. Finally, unable to contain herself, she asked, "Well, how is it?"
Tanya put down her cup with a satisfied expression. "It's good. I'd say about 80% as well as you can do."
Ignatz tried his coffee after adding cream and sugar and found it excellent. This is just an 80%? But, wait, she's been using Visha a secretary? Maybe I can score some points here. "This is quite good! But, Visha, do I understand that your duties include making coffee? Isn't that beneath you as a vice president?"
Both of the women stared at him and he was quick to note that their expressions weren't very pleasant. He quickly backtracked. "Not that there's anything wrong with that! I'm sure expertise like Visha's doesn't come along very often. I'm sure. Ahem."
Before the situation could get more tense, one of the cafe workers came over with an apologetic look on her face. "I'm so sorry to bother you, manager, but do you have a moment to talk to one of our suppliers? It should only take a few minutes."
Visha glanced helplessly to Tanya who just waved genial. "One of the problems of being the boss, I'm afraid. Don't worry, we'll still be here when you get back."
Ignatz smiled at the attractive ambassador. "I guess we can take this opportunity to get to know each other better." The more I look at her, the better she is to look at it. More ice queen than girl next door, I think. Comparing the two is a nice contrast! "Of course, I've heard about you."
"And I've heard about you as well." She sipped her coffee and looked at him over the edge of the cup. "Ignatz Zollinger, 32. Rising executive at Nationale Eisenbahn. Rising, that is, until blocked by those better connected, more talented, or better positioned. Frustrated from the standard channels, you've been looking for an alternate route to advancement."
Ignatz started to sweat, not sure how to respond.
"Your parents are alive but you are estranged from them. You have two siblings but you likewise only contact them rarely. You are unmarried but have had romantic relationships with twelve women and have one child out of wedlock."
"How did you...?!" He stopped before he admitted anything.
"I know you are ambitious... I understand that urge." She locked her gaze with his, her blue eyes steely and unwavering. "But never ever forget that Visha is no mere commodity or benefit. She is my most precious comrade and I would gladly lay waste to entire armies to protect her. One ambitious boy would be nothing at all to me. Do you understand?"
"I..."
"You just have to say 'yes' or 'no'. No need for anything else."
"Y-yes."
Tanya smiled like a hungry tiger sizing up her prey. "Excellent!" She sampled one of the petit fours and ate it in front of him while he swallowed nervously. Her teeth were very white and very sharp. "They say the number thirteen is unlucky. In your case it is very unlucky. Perhaps you have changed your ways and have fallen deeply in love and would never do anything to hurt Visha. If so, proceed with my blessing. She's a big girl and has killed more men than most career veterans and can take care of herself. If not... perhaps you should rethink your plans, hmmm?"
Visha returned then and immediately apologized. "I'm so sorry about that! I hope I didn't take too long."
"Not at all. When you're the boss, sometimes your time isn't your own. We were just getting to know each other better." She indicated the small dessert snacks. "These are quite good but why did you choose a Francois treat?"
The younger woman laughed! "They look cute, can be eaten with your fingers, and taste great! I got advice from your lawyer friend and he had a lot of good advice."
"No shame in checking with an expert." She glanced at a clock. "Ah, look, it's almost 13. I best be off."
Ignatz almost jumped up at the sound of the number but managed to control himself.
"Still using military time, Tanya?" Visha asked.
"It just makes more sense. It prevents misunderstandings." She turned toward the man. "Wouldn't you agree?"
"Yes! I mean, ahem, yes, yes, of course." He stood up as Tanya hugged Visha briefly and then shook her hand trying not to show reluctance.
"Congratulations again! I look forward to seeing a chain of these stores across Germania." She left with her bootheels clicking on the titled floor with every step.
Visha was all smiles as she sat back down. "Not to brag, but I managed to keep up with her a little bit in the war!" She posed and flexed the muscle of her right arm. "You couldn't tell it to look at her, but she really did earn her rank through battle."
"No. I believe it." I believe it!
* * *
[Germania – Berun – Political Office]
The moderator, an editor from a centrist newspaper in Berun, talked to the two candidates. "As agreed upon, I'll ask a few open-ended questions to 'prime' the conversation but will otherwise just let you debate. Try to share the stage so I don't have to pull anyone's mic, eh?" He was a grey-haired veteran of political journalism and was looking forward to being at the dawn of a new era.
No matter who would usher it in.
Let's hope they bring the fire. A good show will move a lot of papers!
Tanya held out her hand. "Let's have a good talk, Manfred."
Although rankled that a, a, a teenager would be so familiar with him, he shook it. "Certainly. Tanya." He couldn't leave it be, though. "Quite informal, aren't you? I am the president after all."
She smirked. "You were the president. The electorate will decide who is president."
Bruning's professional smile became a bit strained.
The moderator's eyes sparkled. Ah, there's the heat!
* * *
[Germania – Berun]
With breathtaking speed, three different TvD teams descended on Berun. A large staging area, (earmarked for future development but conveniently empty) suitable for a massive audience, was quickly readied for the debate. The rather wide stage had two podiums (with a camouflaged riser so that Tanya would be at the same height as Bruning) and a row over-sized Germanian flags behind them forming a wall behind them, creating a space for them to debate.
Behind the stage area were much taller walls to give a sense of space but the front was wide open so a large number could witness the debate.
And the crowd was quite large.
Each of the campaigns had a hundred people as general support, but the rest had been draw entirely from the population of Berun. Demand had been so large, they had been forced to institute a lottery system with more than half the crowd in a nearby outdoor venue with speakers to broadcast the events.
Literally thousands of people had gathered and stretched quite the distance on the otherwise undeveloped field. It had been mowed with lanes laid out with posts and colorful ropes. There were a few rows of chairs in the front, mostly reserved for those who would have problems standing for long periods of time. Some reporters were offended that they would have to stand but they were told bluntly that if they were physically capable of standing, those seats were reserved for those who couldn't.
The moderator stayed offstage and the two candidates came out between the flags on either side. From the very beginning, there was a striking difference between the two. Bruning was dressed soberly in an expensive and well-fitting suit. Up close, or in a meeting, he would have been quite striking with a dominating presence. But so far back from 95% of the audience, he was just a dark shape against the background.
Degurechaff, on the other hand, had chosen a more vibrant sky-blue dress that instantly drew the eye. Her brilliant, gently-curled blonde hair, blue eyes, and (quite against her preferences) makeup made her seem like a demigod gracing the mortals with her presence. The world seemed to revolve around her, focus on her as if she were more real than the ground beneath her feet or the sun above them.
To Manfred's eyes, as he was much closer, her appearance just seemed garish and out of place for a serious political discussion. So tawdry! It's as if she is going to a club or out to dinner! If this is the level of her political acumen, this election will be simpler than I thought. He resisted shaking his head and smiling, instead keeping a stoic and calm demeanor.
The moderator turned on his microphone and started with a minimal preamble. "We'd like to thank our candidates for coming here today, and all those in the audience for witnessing what is sure to be a historic event. Germania is a crossroads unlike ever before and we are facing unprecedented challenges. Enemies abroad still fear and hound us, perhaps to become a threat at any time. At home, economic woes are likewise daunting with a devalued mark, rampant inflation and worrying unemployment. Perhaps our first question for the candidates is why they would even want such a job?"
General laughter met this sally, reducing the somewhat somber mood.
"On your left is Manfred Bruning who has long served in government, both as a parlimentarian and more recently as the President in the post-War period." The politician smiled and waved genially to scattered applause.
"On your right is Tanya von Degurechaff who, as it turns out, has also spent most of her life in service: as a soldier, as a businesswoman and currently as an ambassador to the Unified States."
She, too, waved but the response was considerably louder and more enthusiastic. It took several minutes for the noise to dim down enough.
Manfred ground his teeth while still maintaining his smile. Point to you for your fame. But this will come down to experience, ideas and intellect. Since you lack all three, we'll see who they favor in the end!
Chapter 140 - Beginning to end
Both Bruning and Degurechaff had prepared for this debate thoroughly with the help of their advisors. Bruning, in particular, had years of experience bringing aggressive arguments to break down and humiliate his opponents.
"First question to President Bruning and then we'll open it up for discussion. The economy is in, frankly, dire straits. What are your plans to correct this?"
"While we've suffered under crippling reparations, a massive loss of wealth and untold damage, we have big plans to reinvigorate the economy! Major public works programs will both enhance our infrastructure and also put many, many citizens back to work. What Germania needs a strong, experienced hand to guide it through these tough times." He gave a superior smile. "Governance is no job for amateurs!"
Tanya cocked her head to one side as if puzzled. "How... interesting. So your plan to 'invigorate' the economy is to initiate massive programs with equally massive costs. And this money will come from where? Perhaps you will go down and run the money printing machines and continue the policy of record-setting inflation? I'm sure that couldn't cause any problems for struggling Germanians whose wealth has been slashed under your regime."
"Of course not. We will fund everything by raising revenues. The economy is coming back and with the right hands in charge, it will recover fully!"
"So when you say 'raising revenues', that means massive tax increases, right? What a fascinating plan... send the tax collectors out to squeeze what they can out of those who have survived. You've raised taxes, taken out massive loans from our enemies, issued worthless war bonds, and literally stolen our gold. Is there some new kind of theft you've discovered where no one is harmed?"
This witch! It's like she's heard all these arguments before!
"There are ways to raise fund without..."
"Without what? Without destroying what's left of the economy? Do you not realize that bleeding an injured patient only hastens his death? Do you think some witchcraft allows you take money from businesses without harming them?" She gestured eloquently. "This is the time to let the country recover! We've all suffered so much and your plan is to send your leeches out because that's so much better!"
"And what's your idea, then? In your vast years of experience, what have you come up with?"
Tanya grinned like a wolf upon seeing a baby fawn wander in front of her jaws. "Why, yes, thank you for asking. To preface, though, decades of experience as a street sweeper or plumber doesn't make one superior to a new doctor when you have a broken limb. And what the country needs is not the so-called leadership that has already led to disaster." She interrupted before he could respond to this. "But since you asked so nicely, let me elaborate."
"First, before you consider any of my policies, I should point out that, unlike the current administration, I'm a successful businesswoman. Despite hurricane-level headwinds, my partners and I have built a company in the ruins from the Great War. We employ tens of thousands of people directly, and there are many more satellite companies that directly depend on us. All told, there are nearly two million workers, and their families, that owe their livelihoods to TvD."
This drew a reaction from the crowd as most knew someone who worked for TvD. And for those that didn't, everyone purchased their products.
"So, instead of having the government's hamfisted careerists decide our fates, let's have the people do it themselves! Not more tax-and-spending from proven failures but letting people keep their money and letting them navigate their own lives. I think we've all had enough of bloated bureaucracies leeching our hard-earned marks away so instead of more programs, let's have less of them."
"That, that's a recipe for chaos!"
"Oh, letting people spend their own money and run their businesses efficiently is chaos? You seem to have little trust in the people of this country. But I trust them. I think if you release the shackles of a bloated bureaucracy, those wonderful people will achieve greatness!"
He responded strongly, drawing on the talking points he had prepared. "And who will build the schools, build the roads, construct the dams and ports? These things don't just spring out of the ground."
"Why wouldn't citizens build them? If there's a need, people can come together to make many things, whether businesses or dams. Perhaps you haven't heard but my company, just a single company, has funded dozens of schools and orphanages. We are building railroads and other roads across Europa. My people are constructing ports here and the Unified States to encourage trade with the biggest economy on the planet." She smiled brilliantly. "I suppose a major dam might be harder... but right now we have been contracted by the Unified States as a partner to make a dam across the Colorado river."
The moderator, sensing the first subject had played out, interjected. "Next question to von Degurechaff: your reputation has been, to be blunt, less than stellar internationally. What do you intend to do to rectify this?"
"Nothing."
"Excuse me, did you say nothing?"
She shrugged. "Nothing special."
Bruning, sensing weakness, interjected. "Isn't that the height of irresponsibility? You are arguably the least popular and, perhaps, even the most hated person on the globe. How can this not have an affect on your ability to function as the leader of Germania when you would become the face of the Fatherland?"
"The exigencies of war are different from times of peace. The worldwide sentiment isn't against a particular soldier, or a particular officer... it's against the prideful governments that pushed the war to these extremes."
Bruning tried to interrupt but Tanya's voice overwhelmed him and he found himself uncharacteristically mute.
"After Germania, the one most devastated by the war is the Francois Republic. In TvD, again after Germanians, the group we hire most of are those we fought not too long ago. And the majority of those are veterans and mages. Who would have more grievances than they and yet they work happily for me. We have Dacians, Americans, Ildoans, Ispagnans, Anglish all working together... even a few Legadonias!" She smiled, "No Russies, though!"
The audience laughed heartily! There was a certain animosity towards the Federation that even exceeded that against Francois!
"Just because you pay someone, doesn't mean they have become friendly to you. Nor their countries. There's deep-seated animosity that won't be washed away by money!"
She raised an eyebrow. "Can you think of a better way to 'wash away' bad feelings? Isn't that why reparations exist... to make them feel like they won something and let everyone get back to peacetime activities? By working together, even if it's because of a paycheck, we grow closer. Attacking someone you have ties to is easy. But attacking someone you have a relationship is much harder. And you know what? Everyone gets used to working with each other. Germanians become less scary, Anglish less haughty, Legadonians less aloof. Everyone becomes just... people." That's the perfect tone, I think. If everyone signals their intentions properly and each side sees the advantages of cooperation, it would be foolish to wage war per Thomas Paine. Of course, fools exist everywhere and non-republics don't follow these rules, but the force of public opinion should at least keep the former in line. And for the latter... well, that's why we have a military.
He tried to avoid sneering. "Such naivete is hardly befitting a leader. That's a recipe for the world to take advantage of us when we're at our weakest."
"Did strength stop our enemies? Good relations are a strength as well! Overwhelming power might do for awhile... until a greater power comes along. How long did the Romana Empire last? They conquered almost all the known world... but they were brought down by barbarians! In the end, all their might was insufficient." Ugh, I hate quoting the bible but... She strengthened her voice, "Remember: sow the wind, and you shall reap the whirlwind!"
The moderator couldn't help but grin... carefully out of sight of the audience. A boring debate, this is not! "President Bruning. What will bring to the role that your opponents cannot?"
"My friends... governing a country is not simple. It takes experience, training and, yes, perhaps a touch of genius. It's one of the most difficult jobs that exists. Protecting and guiding a country of over 70 million people is not easy and only a precious few can be counted on to do it right. I've been given this great responsibility and have proven equal to the task. Having been successful so far, I believe... no, I know I'm the only man to lead this great nation no matter what may come."
Tanya looked at him and then slowly said. "You have an interesting definition of 'success', Mein Freund. Catastrophic decisions led to overreach in the Great War when we could have exited several times without an ignominious defeat and mortifying surrender. Having been ground down by enemies on all sides, we all suffered as they squeezed blood from the stone with your oh-so-willing help. If this is success, I'd hate to see what you call failure!"
"But we were surrounded! Beset by the entire world, this was the best result possible! Someone in the trenches can't see the big picture..."
"I didn't need to see the big picture! I saw my comrades dying day after day after day! It was a picture of blood, and mud, and death!" She pointed at him accusingly. "The High Command suggested not once but many times we end the war but some bureaucrats in comfortable offices in Berun decided that this was a chance to make some kind of gain, some kind of profit on the back of dead soldiers! If there's another war, I will personally send every bureaucrat that 'sat out' the last conflict immediately to the front lines! Any that survive can come back with a new perspective on the value of war!"
Bruning got a chill as he saw the icy look in her eyes. Unlike her heated words, there was a cold calculation on her face... a promise of retribution to come. Mein Gott! That's a threat! She intends to kill me if she wins! Maybe even if she loses! I need to make plans to protect myself as soon as possible! "It's hardly fitting to send untrained civilians to a warzone."
"But sending literal children is acceptable? Exactly how flexible are your morals... if you have any at all!"
"You say this after Arene!"
"I was under orders, sir! Disobedience to an order in war is literally a capital offense. If not for that, I never would have done it!" If I had a choice, then I would have been responsible for the consequences. No way would I have bombed Arene without the cover of being under orders!
The moderator redirected before it turned into an exchange of insults. "Colonel, what is your vision for Germania?"
Her demeanor changed as she got a far-off look... seeing something visible to her and her alone. Her silence was more potent than speech and every eye was riveted on her. "My vision? I see a free people, unafraid. Masters of their own destiny, not beholden to man or government. Each person should be able to follow their own vision and achieve it through hard work and determination. We don't need the government to make our dreams come true. We just need them to get out of our way!" She looked at him directly, "We need YOU to get out of our way."
This drew applause from around half the audience. That half was quite enthusiastic, however!
"How will Germania be protected then? Your magical moonbeam wishes can't protect us. Only our careful management kept utter destruction from eliminating the Fatherland entirely! Only we kept the losses from becoming worse!"
"You were responsible for the safety of the Fatherland? Is that bragging or a confession of incompetence? Under your 'careful management', two million soldiers died. That's Germanians alone! Do you have any idea how many lives that is? You probably think it was a 'justifiable sacrifice' for your ambitions but the toll of human suffering cannot be measured by your bean counters in the Political Office."
He had prepared for attacks like this... challenge her directly! "And you can?" He almost sneered before he remembered his public appearance. "I'd like to see that!"
Tanya's voice dropped down. "I can't... but I can do this." She raised her hand and the wall of tall flags behind the stage started moving slowly apart from the center to reveal the fields behind them that were hidden before.
"This is hardly appropriate! We are having a debate, not some kind of dramatic performance, girl!"
"You said you wanted to see... now we shall all see."
As the curtains folded to either side, the audience could see small fluttering things on the ground and they quickly realized what they were...
Flags.
Row after row after row of small flags planted neatly.
Uncountable Germanian flags arranged in the carefully mown plains. The black, white, and red stripes repeated over and over again... an army of flags standing at attention.
"Every flag was put there in honor of a dead soldier. This... this is what two million bodies looks like."
There were gasps from the audience as they saw how far back the flags stretched over acres all the way to hills in the distance.
Even Bruning looked stunned by the endless fields of gently waving flags. "How did..."
"Our factories were idle for several weeks and so were our workers. So the ladies at Zart made these flags out of respect and every one was placed by a veteran of the war... they wanted to honor those who didn't return."
The curtains, full opened now, showed hundreds of men standing to either side in neat rows much like the flags themselves. They were dressed in their uniforms... with modifications. Pinned sleeves and empty pants legs were common; as were eyepatches and scars that were not hidden by their clothing.
Those who were unable to stand at all sat straight in their wheelchairs.
A woman in the crowd look over the crippled – no, not crippled... just damaged – soldiers. She also saw the millions of flags for those who couldn't stand before them today. Tears began to flow from her eyes and her sobs were quite audible to those around her in the sudden silence.
Hers were not the only tears and not just women as men were openly weeping as well.
After a sufficient time, Tanya said. "Thank you all. It was an honor to serve with you brave men and the people of this country owe you a debt that can never be repaid." She saluted first and they responded in unison.
The highest ranked officer, a major, said, "Mission accomplished, ma'am! All present and accounted for!"
"Good job, all of you." She closed her eyes, and then opened them after a moment and commanded, "Dismissed!"
"Yes, ma'am!" They saluted again and left as the curtains slowly closed to the eyes of others to preserve their dignity as they left the field.
"I did this because the oh-so-wise leaders of this country refused to recognize their service. Not even the most minute shred of sympathy or official notice. Even though they, WE, were defeated through not fault of our own, there were no parades, no welcome homes... NOTHING!" She pointed at her opponent. "And the man who spurned those brave survivors. It was Manfred Aden Bruning! He was the one who denied them a simple THANK YOU after all they had done. Be ashamed, sir, be ashamed!"
"I never did..." Before he could complete his sentence, a greatly magnified image of a parade request was projected over the stage. The lurid red "Denied With Prejudice" visible for all to see and, below that, was Bruning's flowing signature.
She lowered her voice, but it still carried to all present... and many more listening. "Can you deny it? Will you deny it now?"
Bruning was about to defend himself but he realized that anything he said – anything at all! – would make him sound worse than silence, so he remained silent.
The Moderator let the silence continue for a long, long minute and finally said, "And that concludes our debate!"