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Dangerous Territory	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Attack on Titan /Shingeki No Kyojin Views: 4228 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 43
Ein Verheirateter Mann

Eren drifted through a dream. It was a big city, he was sitting in a café, a cup of tea in front of him, watching cars drive by. A person approached his table, yet his eyes stayed on the traffic.
“Will that be all?” the man asked.
“Never,” Eren muttered. “I want more.”
“You’ll pay for it.”
“I know.” He picked up the teacup and took a sip. “It’s worth it.”
He was suddenly in a dark room, a winter storm outside, yet he was warm in bed. Blankets shifted, and he saw Levi climb up on top of him.
“I’m not worth it.”
Eren reached up and caressed his narrow face. “To me, you are.”
He felt Levi’s small but strong hands slide over him, up his bare chest, rounding his shoulders, and Eren felt his body react. He closed his eyes and moaned as suddenly water was all around them, sloshing against his torso. When he opened his eyes again, they were in a bathtub, and Levi was above him, naked and dripping with water.
“Why are you like this, takhshet?”
Eren grabbed Levi’s hips and pulled him in closer. “Because I love you.”
Their bodies slid together in the water, and Eren felt the tingle down below growing. Then suddenly they were back in the dark, wintry room, and Levi was lying beside him. Eren wrapped his arms around and kissed the back of his neck.
“What are you doing?” asked Levi.
His hips pressed in, finding sweet friction up against the plump ass. He trembled with need and moaned, “Levi…”
“Eren?”
He grabbed harder and made a firm thrust.
“Eren!”
* * *
He jolted awake. He was still in bed, there was a warm body beside him, his arm had grabbed around the person, and below the sheets…
“Who’s Levi?”
Eren blinked out his eyes. “What?”
The person in his arms rolled around, and instead of black hair and narrow eyes, he saw a blond woman with huge, hazel eyes. Eren immediately scuttled back.
“What … Louise?” he cried out.
She pouted. “Were you dreaming?”
Eren frantically looked around the room and saw he was in the Metz hotel.
Louise blushed as she sat up. “You were talking in your sleep.”
Eren shook his head, chasing the dream away. “I’m sorry. Did I bother you?”
“Well, not until you … you … um…”
He knew what he must have done; he still felt the erection from the dream. “Shit! I am so, so sorry.”
“Who’s Levi?” She bit her lower lip. “Is that the person you love? A Jew?”
Eren’s confusion instantly turned in something close to anger. “Don’t worry about that,” he snapped. He sat up and threw the covers off.
“Eren—”
“Get more sleep. It’ll be a long drive.”
He stormed off to the bathroom, slammed the door behind him, and leaned over the sink. How humiliating, to have a dream like that with someone else in his bed! Holding her, and what he must have been doing and saying! He felt so sick, his stomach began to convulse. He turned on the faucet to let the water run, just in case he vomited.
“It’s the last night,” he muttered to himself. “The last night!” By noon, Louise would be gone, and he could finally stop pretending.
Eren reached up into his hair, tearing at it. Then he caught a flash of gold in the reflection of the mirror. He paused, looked at the glint, and slowly lowered his hands. On his finger was a gold ring. He had bought it in a rush on the way to the church. He grabbed it with a sneer, wanting to rip it off, throw it into the drain, and wash it down into the sewer where it belonged. His face trembled, hating that he had agreed to any of this.
It was to save a girl, but it was a cruel action. Not just for her, but for him and Levi as well.
Slowly, his hand let go of the ring. It had to remain there, at least for a while. The effects of the dream had drifted away, leaving him feeling empty and alone. Eren slowly gazed up into the mirror.
“Ein verheirateter Mann. Was für ein kranker Scherz.” A married man. What a sick joke.
* * *
After a breakfast out at a café and a shopping trip so Louise could have some nice clothes to wear on her trip back home, Eren had Floch bring a car rather than the large, gas-guzzling truck. The young soldier helped to carry Louise's bags down, although he frowned a few times at Eren. After the bags were packed away and they were only waiting for Louise to finish in the bathroom, the Gefreiter finally spoke up.
"I take it this is more than a Sunday outing into the countryside to meet the new in-laws."
Eren glanced over, but Floch seemed to have seen through at least that much.
"Otherwise, you'd be packing picnic baskets, not her entire wardrobe."
Eren's face was stiff. His mission was almost over. He did not want it to fail right on the cusp of succeeding. "I want her to be protected, both her ... and the baby."
Floch's eyes grew massive, and his scowling disapproval turned into instant happiness. "Baby? Are you serious?"
"That's why I'm sending her out of the city. Preparing for battle is stressful for a woman in her condition, and stress is not good for a pregnancy."
"Oh, no, no, I totally understand," Floch assured right away. "My mother miscarried twice before having my sister. It was pretty bad." He laughed off that negativity from his childhood, not wanting to worry Eren. "So, you're going to be a father! That explains the rushed wedding. Most of the men thought maybe it was due to pregnancy, but a few said that wasn't possible."
He tried to smile. "I guess anything is possible. I figured, I don't have a girl back home, and I want to make sure Louise—and the baby—are taken care of, you know, just in case something happens to me."
"Oh, I get it, I get it," he said, looking dour. "It's war. Anything could happen. She's a young woman, about to be a mother." He paused and whispered, "Meaning no offense, sir, but ... are you sure it's yours? I mean, she was a prostitute."
"I actually wondered that," Eren said, easily lying. "According to the brothel madame, she was a new arrival, and I've been the only man to hire her, so ... definitely mine."
"I see," he muttered. "That's very noble of you."
Eren grumbled, "Yeah, that's what people keep saying."
"Do you love her?"
Eren glanced over. "Do you think I'd marry her if I didn't?"
Floch chuckled softly. "I bet you're going to miss her."
"Yeah," Eren said, thinking about it. "We didn't get to know one another for very long, but she's a good woman. She'll make a lovely wife." To someone. One day.
"You'll get to fall madly in love with her over letters," said Floch. "That's romantic in its own way."
Eren smiled, but just then Louise came out of the bathroom dressed in a bright blue coat. They went downstairs, out to the car, and Floch chauffeured them to the city gates. Although Floch and Eren were in uniform, they still had to show their papers, and Louise did as well. Eren also showed the papers showing they were newly married, to explain why the surname on her papers was not yet changed over to Jäger.
“They’re newlyweds,” Floch said in excitement. “I got to be there at their wedding yesterday. We’re going to see her parents and—”
“Forster!” Eren snapped. “Know when to talk and when to refrain.”
“Oh! Sorry, sir.”
Eren did not want too many people knowing his plans, in case anyone questioned it.
He glanced forward at the massive, ancient, city gate. This was the gate Levi needed to get through, and if the guards were this picky over a Heer officer bringing his wife on a trip to the countryside, they would definitely look thoroughly into a small French man with dark hair.
At last, they were on their way from the inner city and out to the edges of the Metz region. There were other checkpoints along the way, but simply seeing an officer was enough to let their car through with a salute and a Heil Hitler! As they continued south, the drizzling rain turned harder.
“Whew! Good call to take a car and not the truck, but I hope we don’t get stuck in the mud,” Floch called out.
Eren almost wished they would. Maybe they could get stuck out here, far from the German army. Maybe Americans would find them, and he could simply be taken prisoner. At least then he would survive, and if he could survive the war, he would see Levi again.
Just survive!
“Hey, what’s that big hill over there?”
Eren glanced out the window at the forested hill, and an image of a map superimposed on his head.
“Feste Göben,” he said, but at the same time Louise answered, “Fort de Queuleu.” She looked startled at having spoken over him. “Oh, sorry, that’s the French name for it. I forgot that the Germans renamed the forts.”
“Metz is surrounded by hills, and on those hills are forts,” Eren explained to Floch. “It’s what makes Metz the most heavily fortified city in Europe, and why no one since Attila the Hun has managed to conquer it. It’s why General Patton will fail and Germany will remain where we are.”
At least, until the Americans bombed them from the air, or starved them out. That was the ancient way to win Metz. When it could not be conquered by force, the inhabitants were starved out in a lengthy siege. Germany had laid siege to Metz during the Franco-Prussian War, so they knew from experience that such a technique was effective. They were preparing for a siege, but in modern warfare, it was doubtful that the Americans had to resort to such crude measures. Plus now attacks could come from the air, and no high wall could stop that. He knew this, but he could not admit that to an enlisted man. He had to keep morale up.
They continued through farmlands, and even in the autumn rain, Eren could see how peaceful the land was.
“A nice drive,” Floch muttered. “I hope you visit her every weekend so we can take this drive.”
Louise looked over to Eren. “Can you?”
She sounded so hopeful, and Eren still had to play up his role for Floch. He took her hand and raised her knuckles for a kiss. “I hope I have light duties so I can see you as often as possible.”
She grinned joyfully. Eren wondered if she was also acting, or if she truly was this happy to see him, despite knowing he had no love for her.
“Hey, I heard about this,” Eren said as they passed by a massive building with the word MERCY on the road sign. “When I was getting my leg checked, they said if it had been any worse, they would have sent me to the Mercy military hospital. They said it’s being evacuated, though. I wonder if the patients got out safely.”
“Evacuating?” asked Floch.
“The Americans are coming up from Nanzig.” He looked over to Louise. “How far away is that?”
“Nanzig? If you mean Nancy, that’s about fifty kilometers south of here.”
“Oh, man!” Floch moaned with a cringe. “That means you’re going to meet with the Americans before we do.”
Eren assured him, “Mécleuves is off the main road, so she should be safe.” He squeezed Louise’s hand. “Please let me know that you’re safe. Remember, write to me as often as you can.”
“Same to you,” she said with a blush on her cheeks.
Floch looked utterly smitten. “It’s truly a shame that you two are going to be separated. You’re adorable together.”
Eren looked suddenly flustered, and Louise bashfully turned her face away.
“Congrats on the baby, by the way.”
Louise gasped in shock and looked over to Eren.
“Yeah, I told him about that.” He patted her belly, looking sharply at her, silently ordering her to play along. “Floch, maybe don’t tell everyone about that.”
“What? Why not? It’s wonderful news!”
Louise was quick to answer. “Many first pregnancies don’t work out. I don’t want too many people to get their hopes up. It’s partly why I want to spend my pregnancy with my parents, so I can rest as much as possible.”
“Ooh, got it, got it,” Floch said with a nod. “Since it’s your wish, ma’am, I’ll try to keep quiet about it.”
“At least for a month, okay?” said Eren. “Just one month, so we know for certain that she’s okay.”
“Yes, sir, of course!”
After over an hour driving along narrow, muddy roads, they came to a modest farm. As the car pulled up, a middle-aged woman came out of the house. As soon as the engine turned off, Louise flew out the door, leaping into the woman’s arms. A blond man joined them, both of them hugging her as she sobbed with joy. Slowly, they were joined by two younger boys and a stern-looking elderly man. A tall farmhand with whitish-blond hair came over from a barn, gazing on at the reunion quietly, like he wanted to join them but was unsure if he should.
Eren dropped his head at this tearful reunion. It was men in the same uniform as him who ripped this girl from her home. What right did he have to feel proud that he could reunite them?
Louise motioned for her parents to stay there and came back to the car. Eren finally stepped out and handed her a handkerchief to wipe the tears from her face.
“They want to meet you.”
Eren still felt like he could not take credit, and he began to shake his head. Just then, the elderly man stepped forward, his stride firm and militant. His hair was the same shade of blond as Louise, only heavily graying, and the same golden-hazel eyes, only they were deep-set and lined with decades of experience.

“I am Deltoff, Louise’s grandfather,” he said in clear German. “Are you the same officer who wrote to us a few days ago?”
“Yes, sir. Oberleutnant Eren Jäger.”
“Jäger. Is she here to stay, or visit?”
“She is free to stay, and she will never be bothered again.”
“Whoa!” Floch suddenly shouted, and he left the car to jog over to a barn where he saw a motorcycle. “Whose bike is that? It’s beautiful.”
Louise laughed softly. “It’s my cousin Boris’ motorcycle. Boris,” Louise shouted to the farmhand, motioning for him. “Le soldat dit qu’il aime ta moto. Don’t worry, he speaks some German.”
“Hello,” Floch said exuberantly as the emotionless man approached. “Is this a BMW R6?”
Boris spoke in broken German. “Yes, R6. German made, good bike. I have a Royal sidecar too.”
Floch’s eyes lit up. “Can I see it?”
“Opa,” Louise said to her grandfather while Floch gushed over the motorcycle. “There’s something I haven’t told you yet…”
“You married her,” he stated, staring hard at Eren. “I noticed the rings right away.”
Eren held his gaze. “It was for her protection.”
“Eren is a good man,” Louise pleaded. “He didn’t…” She paused, then suddenly she gushed out an explanation in French.
“Speak German in front of your husband,” Deltoff scolded. “Never hide behind French.” His cold gaze remained on Eren. “She says, you didn’t sleep with her.”
“No, sir. I didn’t touch her.”
“That’s hard to believe.”
“Opa!” Louise cried out in humiliation.
The mother called out, “Louise, dis au séduisant jeune homme, restez déjeuner avec nous.”
Louise laughed awkwardly and translated, “Mère wants you to have lunch with us.”
Eren kept the unflinching gaze of the grandfather. “I don’t think I should. We have a long drive back and…”
“Come inside,” Deltoff said, and it sounded more like an order than an invitation.
Eren gulped and nodded.
Eren and Floch entered the house and settled in for a hearty home-cooked meal. The whole family spoke at least some German, but it was clear that only Louise and her grandfather were fluent. She had to translate some of what Eren said, especially for her mother and younger brothers.
After eating, the family went back outside. Louise’s two brothers wanted to show her some new horses they got, the two parents stood in the doorway, the husband consoling his weeping wife, while Floch and Boris went to go try out the motorcycle. Eren drifted off to a garden shed to smoke away from the house but out of the rain. He had just lit his cigarette when he saw Deltoff striding over to him.
Eren gave him a stiff nod in greeting. “She said I couldn’t smoke inside the house. Is this too close?”
“It’s fine. Do you have a spare? I haven’t had a cigarette in years.”
Eren pulled out his cigarettes, offered him one, and lit it. They stood together under the shed looking out over the harvested fields glittering with rain.
Deltoff muttered, “My son doubts Louise managed to not actually be used as a prostitute.”
Eren let out a sigh and watched the smoke drift into the rain. “Madame Carly worked hard to protect her, keeping her out of view, but she needed someone to pretend to hire her, purely to keep her safe. Somehow she knew she could trust me to protect Louise.”
“Madame Carly?”
“The brothel madame.”
“Was it Carly Stratmann?”
“I don’t know her last name.”
“It must be her. I knew her father. He ran a dodgy business years ago. His daughter was notorious, even out here. Of course, a businessman whose only child becomes a brothel madame: that’s the sort of story people talk about after church.”
Eren chuckled softly. “I don’t know anything about her besides that she spoke German and smoked really good cigarettes.”
“So, why would you agree? This reeks of the French Resistance, and you’re an officer, so you must know that already. You could have gotten in huge trouble, and you have a lot to lose.”
“Not as much as your granddaughter if I had left her there.”
Suddenly, the BMW motorcycle roared to life. Floch whooped as Boris let him take it for a drive around the horse paddock with him riding in the sidecar.
Eren took a slow drag on the cigarette. “A good man once told me, ‘whoever rescues a single life earns as much merit as though he had rescued the entire world.’” He smiled sadly, remembering when Levi said those words from the Talmud. “I’ve tried to save people before. It normally fails.” He glanced to where Louise was scolding Boris as Floch kicked up mud and the two younger brothers laughing uproariously at the racing German on a bike. “At least I saved her.”
“You don’t love her, though,” Deltoff said pragmatically. Eren looked over sharply, shocked the man saw right through that. “It’s what Carly saw in you. No love, no lust. You look at her like a man looks at his sister, yet I also see the looks she gives to you.”
Eren glanced back to Louise and saw that she was staring at him. She blushed and immediately looked away with a bashful smile.
Deltoff put his cigarette back up to his lips and looked out at the noisy scene. “Would you marry her for real if you got our blessing?”
Eren choked up and cringed.
The old man nodded dourly. “I take that as a no.”
“I already have someone I love,” Eren explained.
“Does Louise know you don’t love her?”
“I made it clear.”
“I see.” Deltoff took one last, long inhale on his cigarette, then tossed it to the muddy ground and crushed it out. “Before moving out here, I served in the Kaiserliche Marine.”
“You were a sailor?”
Deltoff nodded proudly. “Second Samoan Civil War, plus a few minor issues in the colonies. I met some really fine officers, and some absolute assholes.” He turned to Eren. “I’m glad my granddaughter found one of the few good men left in the Wehrmacht.”
“Thank you, sir.”
He nodded, yet his lips were pursed tightly. “Never come back to this farm again.”
Eren was stunned by the pure disgust in the old man’s face.
“Ein fauler Apfel steckt hundert an.” One bad apple infects a hundred. “Germany is rotten, and even if you are a good apple, you’re in with a bad barrel. The longer you stay with them, the more the rot gets to you. If you want to save Louise, never see her again and annul this marriage as soon as it is safe to do so, that way Louise can move on and forget about you.”
“That was our plan.”
“Good. Then go back to your war. Die honorably, or surrender, I don’t care, just never come back here. The next time anyone wearing anything even resembling a swastika sets foot on this farm, I will shoot that person … and trust me, I shall not miss. Is that understood?”
Eren was momentarily shocked, but he stiffened his shoulders. He understood how protective this man must be over his whole family, especially after what they had been through. He flicked his cigarette into a puddle and replied, “Understood, sir. Tell them, thank you for lunch.”
Eren marched swiftly back to the car, shouting for Floch. The young soldier stopped the motorcycle and rushed over while trying to wipe the splashed mud off of his uniform. Louise followed in a hurry, shouting out to Eren. He took a seat in the back and shut the door before she could reach him. When she came up to his window, he kept his eyes forward.
Floch took a seat behind the wheel. “Aren’t you going to kiss her goodbye?”
“No,” said Eren. “Just drive.”
“Sir…”
“Drive. That’s an order.”
Floch frowned and started up the car.
“Eren!” Louise shouted to him, banging on his door.
He gave her a final sad smile. “You’re safe now,” he told her through the window. Then he faced forward. “Go.”
Floch shook his head but obeyed the order. They pulled away from the farm with Louise shouting again for him.
“That was cruel,” Floch muttered.
Eren kept his shoulders stiff. “I was obeying an order from her grandfather.”
“I saw you two talking. Did it not go well?”
Eren smiled wryly to himself. “He said if I set foot on the farm again, he would shoot me.”
Floch whistled at the threat. “I guess her family really is mad. I don’t blame them. If my little sister came home married to a British officer, I’d probably shoot the man. Still, are you sure you want to leave her there? We should’ve taken her with us.”
“No. All of this is for her safety.”
Floch shook his head. “Tell you what. I’ll help you kidnap her one day, okay?”
Eren had to laugh. What was it with men in his platoon being so eager to help him with relationship issues?
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Kaiserliche Marine (Imperial German Navy) – the navy during the German Empire, 1871-1919. It was replaced by the Weimar Republic's Reichsmarine (1919-1935) and later the Nazi Kriegsmarine (1935-1945).
Boris Feulner has a BMW R6 with a sidecar. It was a "one-year wonder," produced by Germany in 1937, so it's fair to assume Boris bought this before the war began. You could get a sidecar and either a rack or second seat over the back wheel. Boris has a Royal sidecar and second seat to carry a passenger. Let's just say, we'll see the R6 again someday.
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