Thinking of You (open)

[PVT. FREDRICK ZOLLER]

Maybe he was selfish for wanting a few minutes of peace but Fredrick found himself suddenly locked in the exclusives area of the cafe where most of the individuals inside were either reading or off in private conversation. His journey across the main room had ended in many pats on the backs, hand shakes, and a few autographed pieces of papers. Fredrick found himself wondering why everyone considered him a hero; he'd only done his job as a German citizen.

Adorned in uniform, he sat at a small table over looking the windows, the only one with a still open seat. Being in his uniform felt like second nature at this point; he rarely took it off with all the orders and what not going around. Today had been the first vacation he'd had for a while. After his accomplishments and rough stand off he had been granted several moments of peace to meander through the French towns and see the attractions. Maybe the constant acquaintances made it more like a publicity stunt but at least he could enjoy himself within the quiet atmosphere of the cafe, enjoying a small cup of coffee.

Instantly his mind wandered, eyes focused on the cream that was steadily dissolving within the cream-colored liquid. But he only saw those brightened blue eyes, their centers sparkled like diamonds, framed by flowing locks of golden hair. She rarely smiled, her porcelain skin seemed to be too delicate for such an action and still he couldn't get the girl out of his mind. He hadn't even met her. Feelings of embarrassment washed over him as he added up the many times he'd purchased a ticket to the show just to see her around the theatre.

All he needed was a name to those pretty blonde locks and delicate blue eyes and he wouldn't even need the vacation he had been granted.

[[OOC: the stalking, I mean, story begins]]

[BRUTINA DOLFUS]

I know. I’ve been everywhere and seen everything and done everything…Sophisticated — God, I’m sophisticated!

An average day. A very boring and rather dreary average day. Why the hell was she in France anyways? Germany was so much more lovely, even if it was still being repared from the first World War. Germany would not fall this time, they would triumph in an outrage of victory and their Fuhrer would bring Germany to justice, as head of the world. Still, even a dedicated citizen of Germany and a Nazi party member like Brutina could not refuse a cup of coffee. Walking into the cafe, she took a seat as far away from the windows as she could, she hated to look outside and remember she was in France, it was so depressing.

She pulled out a German book and began to hum a gentle tune while she flipped through the pages to take out her bookmark. Chapter 5, of course, it was written in German, but she began to read, pausing to take a sip of her coffee every once in a while. The door to the cafe closed and shut and with every opening, her hard glance darted over to the door as if she were waiting for someone. In truth, she was annoyed that she was being disturbed from her reading. She did rather enjoy this book after all and everyone was ruining it as they walked in and out. The door opened again, but this time, she did not look, instead, she looked in a different direction, as if she was so annoyed at the door that she refused to look at it.

To her surprise, someone rather worth while took up her vision. Could it be? Gently, she slid her bookmark into the page, really, she had only read a total of three pages before she caught sigt of Fredrick Zoller. She stood up and clamped her book in her hand while grabbing her coffee with her free hand. With that, she ventured over to where he sat. She would not piss and wail in happiness at the sight of such a famous German private, but she wanted to make her presence known and at least see just what kind of man Germany held in such high regard.

"Excuse me,"

[/color] she said, standing near the seat that she planned on sitting in, if Zoller would allow her to, that is. "If you are the Fredrick Zoller, might I sit and have a chat with you? I hold you in the highest regard,"[/color] she said, her lips pressed together to form a smile and her blue eyes twinkled.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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words: four hundred and twenty four
tag: Fredrick Zoller
NPCS: none
summary: Brutina can read and likes strong Nazi's
quote: F. Scott Fitzgerald

[PVT. FREDRICK ZOLLER]

One second he had been thinking about the girl with the sparkling blue eyes and the next he found himself staring into them, well a different pair that is, but they were still lovely. This sudden gatherings of his attention brought him back to reality and Fredrick felt a little bit silly for having spaced out looking at a cup of coffee. He quickly pretended he had been giving it a little stir and stood up so as to be polite to the fraulien.

Fredrick didn't recognize her as anyone he had seen before but she seemed to emanate vibes of glamour and, well, sophistication. Had he not been through this sort of meeting before he might have been intimidated, instead he was amazed at how far word of his little adventure seemed to have traveled. Tight blonde curls rested against her heart-shaped face, paired with beautifully angled lips and those icy blue eyes. There was a different sparkle to them than the theatre girls but Fredrick couldn't tell why.

"That would be me. Danke, but you seem to have me at a disadvantage Fraulien," he gave her a smile, "I do not believe we've met before."

He had been trained in the arts of war and combat, but dealing with women was another thing. Sure she was beautiful but Fredrick knew right away that she was the kind of woman that deserved respect, an art that he hadn't exactly been good in. He hoped that his manners were acceptable to the woman, hopefully charming so that he wouldn't look like some farm boy soldier or a man too in love with women in general. If Fredrick felt uncomfortable he didn't show it through the cheerful look in his eyes and wide spread smile to accompany them.

"Have a seat if you like, I always welcome good company," Frederick pulled the other chair out, indicating that she should sit if she liked.

[BRUTINA DOLFUS]

I know. I’ve been everywhere and seen everything and done everything…Sophisticated — God, I’m sophisticated!

Well now, he was just as young as Brutina had heard he was, however, she always imagined him a bit older. It was truly remarkable how such a young man could put forth that state of patriotism and stand by his country when times seemed nearly bleak for his life span. Remarkable indeed. He thanked her for recognizing him and she smiled and lowered her head as if to say "thank you", yet with her eyes close, simply because it looked more sophisticated in her book.

Yes indeed, storming in knowing his name and not giving her own would most certainly put them at a disadvantage, or at least put him there. "Oh, my apoligies. I am Brutina Dolfus, I run Aufman under Edselvine's command," she said, taking a seat. "Danke." It was best that she introduced herself as someone of some importance, she hated to look like some little school girl (or in her case, school teacher) twit with an obsession with the young man. He was rather attractive, ignoring that whole young bit.

She placed her book on the table and took another sip of her coffee. It tasted fantastic and this turn of events seemed to be more interesting than simply reading her book and drinking coffee. Perhaps this was the reason why she was in France? Simply to meet the famous Fredrick Zoller, or perhaps not, but even a grown woman could dream. "I must admit, you seem quite a bit more smooth than I had imagined you,"

[/color] she sort of laughed, to show him that she meant it all in good intentions.

"Truth be told, I thought you would like a bit more brutish, like someone who could crush me with your hand,"[/color] she did the motion through a smile but kept it rather sophisticated, her backbone straight and a small smile on her face. "But do not worry, I find you much more approachable than I thought I would. You have a rather pleasant face,"[/color] she complimented before taking another sip of her coffee to indicate that she meant it as a compliment, not a 'oooh, I really like you and think of you like this' phrase like most girls would do if they ever met him. Wisdom comes with age, no?

Her coffee began to get a bit cold and she caught the attention of one of the waitresses and asked for a refill. "Do you wish to refill your cup as well, Private Zoller?"[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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words: four hundred and ten
tag: Fredrick Zoller
NPCS: waitress
summary: Zoller looks so young
quote: F. Scott Fitzgerald

[PVT. FREDRICK ZOLLER]

"A fellow German! Well either way i'm glad to have your company," Fredrick smiled and sat down after Brutina took her seat. The table was small, rounded, and furnished with a reddish wood, but it would do for a delicate conversation between a war hero and a sophisticated woman.

He listened to her words, amused by the way that she could conjure up an amusing story while sharing her true feelings. That was the mark of sophistication and he had been right in believing that she was a woman well worth her looks. Not like he would judge any woman but Brutina's aura reflected her personality almost like a mirror and Fredrick immediately found himself relaxed in her company as though she were someone he talked to on a regular basis.

"Don't call me modest but it's not that great of a feat to snipe others from afar, a true war hero would make a name for himself on the font line, I just did what I had to and suddenly people love me for it," he paused, thinking about things for a moment and then spoke up again, "but this is what Germany needs I think. The war is getting into the darkest hours and people need something to look up to, even if it's me and my silly story about killing Americans, but forget about me for a second."

Brutina waved a server over with her delicate hands, clothed in beautiful white gloves that made her look more like a movie star than a regular German. Fredrick supposed that she would have to come from money with the style she was wearing though she wouldn't really need anything sophisticated to look beautiful. Fredrick waved the server off, his coffee still slightly hot and nearly untouched. He had been thinking too much to remember it was there.

"Nein, danke. You said you are under Edselvine's command? A lovely woman such as yourself?" he asked, eager to hear more about his new found friend.

[BRUTINA DOLFUS]

I know. I’ve been everywhere and seen everything and done everything…Sophisticated — God, I’m sophisticated!

He was a modest young man, he took credit where credit was due but did not turn so far as to bask in his own glory like one of those boring high class officers who just looked at themselves in the mirror and said "Damn, I'm fine." "Yes, be humble and modest, young Private, but don't act like you did nothing,"

[/color] she said, her words linked together as softly as a native German woman could link her words together. "It takes a real man to fight on the front lines, but it takes a real man to take out so many enemies without a single scratch."

She sipped more of her coffee, well, her new coffee at least. Through the duration of her response to Zoller, the waitress had left, grabbed the coffee, set it down and stood waiting to see if they needed anything else. Brutina looked up quizically. What the hell did she want? "Well, run along,"[/color] she said in a 'shooo' manner, like a fly that landed on their table. The woman looked flushed and scurried off looking embarrassed and rather pissed off. Brutina would still tip graciously, but not for her services, more to brag about herself. Quite the hypocrite, this Brute was.

"Now then, we have so many brute war heroes, Germany needed a hero that succeeded by means of strategic supremacy. That is why you are so loved, you used your brain to kill the enemy, it only proves that the Germans are the supreme race." They would triumph the Earth and people such as Fredrick Zoller would aid them. It was hardly ever seen that a military person could be so strategic and less brutish. Take for example Achilles versus Odysseus. While Achilles just stormed and attacked and that was his tragic flaw, along with his heel that legends tell was the weakest part of his body. Then there was Odysseus, who developed the Trojan Horse, a tactic that many people even today use. Odysseus triumphed because he had strategy. Achilles fell. Fools rush in.

A small laugh sounded from her and she leaned back in her seat, brandishing a smirk upon her face. A woman, even one such as herself could be under Edselvine's command, even if she was not any officer or even part of the Nazi military in the first place. "It seems we have something in common, dear. You don't appear to be someone who can kill so many and I do not appear to be a lady under Edselvine's command. Truth be told, looks can be quite deceiving."[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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words: four hundred and twenty eight
tag: Fredrick Zoller
NPCS: waitress
summary: Odysseus was cooler than Achilles
quote: F. Scott Fitzgerald

[PVT. FREDRICK ZOLLER]

"They certainly can be," Fredrick smiled, lifting up the steaming coffee cup to take a sip out of it. Hot liquid trickled down his throat, the taste of mocha thick within the cream-colored hues. Brutina seemed to keep living up to her reputation and Fredrick felt as though she were in the same mindset as himself.

He didn't understand the war, he didn't know why Americans had such a problem with Germany standing up for the first time. Fredrick, while naive, was well aware that some of the things they were doing was only justified by the firm command but if Germany was left to smolder in her ashes after the last shameful defeat he was sure the people would become as lifeless as zombies. Before him Brutina shifted in her chair, relaxing more like a movie star who was enjoying the company of a good companion.

"Other than business, what brings you to Paris?" Fredrick asked, trying to keep the conversation rolling and learn more about this respectful woman.

Fingers had already begun to pick up the metal base of the spoon, stirring the sugar he had just added back into his coffee. The cream had surrendered to the tropic temperatures of the beverage and all that was left was to drink it. Fredrick waited patiently for the fraulein's answer, suddenly grateful for her taking his mind off of the blonde haired beauty from the theatre.

There were more important things to be done than stare at pretty girls from afar, even if they were the bluest eyes he had ever seen.

[BRUTINA DOLFUS]

I know. I’ve been everywhere and seen everything and done everything…Sophisticated — God, I’m sophisticated!

Fredrick agreed, but then again, who would not? The saying had always been to never underestimate the power of something small, or however that saying actually went. To put it into perspective, everyone underestimated Germany. The foolish world and it's foolish inhabitants thought Germany would remain under everyone's heel for the next one hundred years or so and never be able to recover, but they damn well did and they recovered quickly, all thanks to the Fuhrer.

"Well, other than business, I am afraid I would not be found in Paris. My home is in Germany so leaving it for such a long time gives me quite the severe case of nostalgia," she nodded, thinking back of her home. Her father, the proud officer, her brother and his wife, her twin nephew and neice, Alonso and Alonsa. Yes, she would rather be running things from Germany at the time and would rather come home to an empty house, as she was single, but turn the corner on her street to meet her brother and his family. Again, the looks can be deceiving, Brutina really did wish she had a family, she would love to have little German babies, but no man could put up with her for so long.

Still, credit was due where credit had been earned and the French had done some things right in this life. "Yet, the French have good bread, good wine, good cheese. Some of the best proper food I've ever tasted. Plus, it's inhabitants are a bit more...how should I put it... fragile framed?"

[/color] It was true, Germans looked a little brutish with the firm faces and linear facial lines whereas French faces just seemed to curve and dip and do all sorts of things. They had nice complexions, not matter how stupid they were.

Placing her coffee back on it's small plate, she picked up her napkin and dabbed her lips ever so slightly. In all honesty, she did not want any lipstick to be removed by this attempt at wiping her mouth, so it was quite gentle and slow. When she had finished, she put it down, leaned back again and sighed out. With a smile, as if she were conversing with an old time friend, she spoke up again, "Did the military see it fit to send you out here or did you request to be positioned in France?[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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words: four hundred and three
tag: Fredrick Zoller
NPCS: no one
summary: French are so Fruffy
quote: F. Scott Fitzgerald

[PVT. FREDRICK ZOLLER]

"Actually I'm on a small vacation," Fredrick grinned, "the company originally sent me to the front lines but after my hold out they granted me a little bit of down time here in Paris. I would have preferred a nice trip back to Munich but I can't exactly return home until we've won this war."

It was true. Somewhere deep inside of him was the soul of someone who could never quit. Fredrick felt as though Germany were destined to show its colors now and if he had excepted the leave they'd given him to go home he would have felt like he was turning his back on his home country. So here he sat, conversing with a beautiful woman about the future of the nation and their love for their country.

"Paris isn't bad. It's no Germany but its probably the best place i've seen within France, granted its the only one i've seen where Americans aren't shooting bullets at my head," he let his curiosity get the better of him, "Do you come to this cafe often? This is the seventh time i've been here. It's not that bad of a place."

How could anyone imagine that a war like this was wrong? Blonde eyes gazed across from him, either watching him or something behind him and Fredrick felt that there was much more thought behind those crystalline eyes than the woman let off. Several shapes passed by the windows, uniforms made from a pristine grey and green followed by casually dressed french women and men.

Life seemed to go on regardless of the world or wars.

[[OOC: Not my best post. Kind of brain dead so hopefully you have enough to work with]]

[BRUTINA DOLFUS]

I know. I’ve been everywhere and seen everything and done everything…Sophisticated — God, I’m sophisticated!

"My my my, you are quite the soldier: not returning home until you come back with victory on your shoulders," she nodded. He really was exceeding her expectations and she always enjoyed the company of a strong proper-moralized Nazi man, even one as young as Private Frederick Zoller himself. Still, that might be the reason why Brutina never became a soldier, she would never be able to stay away from home for that long, she enjoyed visits, just to remind her that France was nothing compared to the great Fatherland, Germany.

He spoke of how he views Paris, which was true, it was rather civilized and the people there were not as stupid as those out in the farms and in the rural areas, still, he was right, Germany was better. "Paris is nice, but they say it is the City of Love, or is it Lights? It must be Lights for I have not seen much Love around these parts,"

[/color] she joked. The day Brutina Dolfus fell in love would be the day the Eiffel Tower was carried off by a bunch of hungry birds who thought it was a giant Hershey Kiss. It probably would never, ever happen.

His comment about dodging bullets made her laugh, which was always a great thing when someone could make her laugh, and it was a real laugh. "Yes, it is nice to be out of harms way for just a bit,"[/color] she nodded in agreement yet again. "Although I am sure you are much more appreciative of the lack of bullets fired at your head than I am, my life is not in nearly as much danger as those who dedicate themselves to the Nazi party by fighting on the front lines. Don't worry though, my dear, I hold you in the highest respect for that."[/color]

He asked her about the cafe, which almost made her laugh, but not one of those genuine ones, it would have been a 'seriously?' laugh. "Oh no, I have only been here twice, I hardly ever come to the same place too often. Routines are so boring. I myself love some variety. Take for example, I have heard of a bar in a basement somewhere away from Paris that I plan on going to before the war is over just to see what it is like, I have heard so many good things about it. And I have also heard that the bartender, Eric, I think I've heard him be called, speaks German as well, which is never a bad thing."[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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words: four hundred and twenty six
tag: Fredrick Zoller
NPCS: no one
summary: Variety is the key
quote: F. Scott Fitzgerald