In the year 1812
The young German knew his brother and the Russian were discussing battle plans in Prussia's office. He leaned against the closed door, desperate to hear what they were planning. Gilbert was trying to keep him out of the fighting, but dammit, he was 18 years old, and Napoleon was occupying his country too. Suddenly the door opened, and Ludwig practically fell into the towering Russian. He quickly straightened and threw a hasty salute. "Ah, guten tag, herr. It is good to meet you."











