Secrecy and Deception (Countryhumans Cold War)

The Blockade And The Airlift

The italics in this chapter are English; the normal text is German. That's because most of the characters in this chapter are German, and I refuse to use Google Translate for an entire chapter.

Allied Control Council POV

Event: Berlin Airlift

Location: Frankfurt, Hesse, Western Allies Occupation Zone of Germany

Date: June 24, 1948

Was I going to be surprised by this? Of course, he did; why wouldn't he? Soviet had always had a history of being difficult, but this just takes the cake. He was preventing the other occupying nations of Germany from entering Berlin, all for what? To gain more control over the city, to cut out anyone that could challenge his influence?

It sounded like him. Soviet had already abandoned my organization because he wasn't getting what he wanted, storming out like a toddler having a temper tantrum, leaving my organization unable to function, leaving me disabled for the rest of my life unless, of course, he rejoined the council. It was an outcome that seemed more unlikely by the day.

"Four Powers, are you alright?" My father asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"No. Everything's gone to hell, and I've lost the ability to do anything about it." I said, rolling away from my father's hand, "Why does the USSR have to be such a stubborn individual?"

"They all are stubborn individuals. It's why this is happening. You may have only seen the USSR when he decided to let his emotions get in the way of logical sense, but trust me, France, United Kingdom, and United States are all equally as bad, if not worse." Father said. I sighed, knowing he was probably right, as he was older than all the countries that made up my organization.

"Yeah, but they are at least trying to work with me. And they aren't being as stubborn." I said, knowing it was a weak excuse, but it was my only one.

"Four Powers, just you wait. If I've learned anything about the United States recently, he's not giving up his control over Berlin without a fight."

"A fight is what I'm afraid of. We don't need another war." I said.

"Unless everyone decides to put their differences and need for power aside, another war might be what we get," Father said, "That's the way the world works."

"I wish it wasn't," I muttered.

"Most of us with common sense want that too. Unfortunately, it is hard for some to ignore the call of power in times of great change. Even your other father is not immune to that. You know the weapon he unleashed on Japan. Maybe he is kinder than the Soviet Union, but that does not mean he is kind. He still has an agenda, just like Britain, just like France, and just like the Soviet Union." Father said. I snorted.

"Well, I know that. After all, I exist, a temporary not-Germany until the country gains a new countryhuman again. The winners of the war created me so they could further their agendas. There's a reason one of my parents is an occupier of Germany. And with their plans of creating a new German state, I won't be around for much longer," I said. Father grimaced like he always did when I brought up my expiration date.

"Speaking of your other father, you still need to meet him to discuss this new issue, and you don't want to be late for that," Father said, seemingly ignoring my casual mention of my oncoming death–for now. I nodded.

"Right. Thanks, Father." I said before turning my wheelchair out of the room, wishing my headache would disappear.

America's POV

Something about being in a land void of a proper country was off-putting, like the ground itself was both clingy and dangerous, like a pit of quicksand trying to pull you under. It was a feeling that I'm sure would be worse if not for the German states. Their existence kept this land from becoming hostile towards us.