Meeting Hitler

~Agian. I own Fritz, I own the story BUT I don\'t own Adolf Hitler or Heinrich Himmler...I wish I did...but I don\'t. Don\'t steal Fritz. I\'m not making any money here people.~


Fritz fitfully tugged at the front of his uniform again, trying to straighten the dense material. His jacket was too hot and the waiting room he sat in was stuffy. He tugged a white handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his forehead. A secretary sat behind the desk across from him, her fingers fairly flying over the keys of her typewriter. He sighed darkly and looked at the windows behind the woman, it was a bright, wonderful day. The sky was clear and the air was full of laughter, you\'d have never guessed they were at war.

He looked down at his hands, the white gloves he wore were so strange to him, he was used to his field uniform with its comfortable cloth and black leather gloves that were a gift from his ‘mother‘, if one could call her that. His dress uniform was uncomfortable at best. It was too tight in his opinion; too tight in all the right places really. He liked his clothes baggy to conceal; this uniform showed that he was lean and wiry with a tight ass and strong limbs. He had an athlete’s build that was common to his family. His father had been absent since jsut before Fritz was born. Fritz had been too young to fight in the first war that almost ruined Germany but not this one. He had been ready to serve his country, serve his Leader.

But he had never expected to end up back here. In Berlin. Shortly after his joining the military he was sent to Poland. He hadn\'t had a choice in the matter but he had been glad for the work; disgusting as it might have been. He found what he did to be stress free and almost fun. He had nothing against Jews, not really, but he did have a natural love of pain, both giving and receiving it, but mostly giving it. 
 
He had done any assignment, no matter morally reprehensible it was. Shooting the elderly, the weak, women, and children. Then he had been given new work, work he could really sink his teeth into. Mercy killings they were called, freeing trapped souls from useless bodies. He had to agree, it was merciful and good for the soul. Not his soul of course, he never figured he had one. Then from there it was into real fighting, stamping out rebellions. He had been all over the place, and now here he was, sitting outside Hitler\'s office. Waiting.

He gulped and straightened his hat; the secretary looked up and smiled at him. She was pretty, very pretty, a classic German beauty but he had never and would never take up with a women. Women were weak and useless in his mind; the only reason they were not being wiped out too was that they were needed for procreation. Still, how could a man lie with a woman and put himself inside of her? It was a disgusting thought, a thought that made him shiver in his chair. The door next to him opened and a ferret-looking man stuck his head out.

He jerked a finger at Fritz who stood and walked to the door. He nodded quickly. “Sir.\" The man looked over him with a critical eye. \"Now he will see you. Come. Quick.\" Fritz nodded and followed the man into the office. He hesitated just inside but a sharp look from the man made him quicken his step. Standing next to the large desk, his hands folded behind his back as he looked out the window was Adolf Hitler.
 
Fritz froze, he wasn\'t used to famous people, he had met only one famous person in his life and he didn’t even know who that man was, and this was the leader of the entire country! The great man slowly turned to look at them. He nodded to the officer that had lead Fritz inside. \" Many thanks, Heinrich. Leave us now please.\" Himmler bowed slightly and left Fritz alone with Hitler. Fritz saluted him, \"Heil Hitler.\" Before dropping to attention.

Hitler smiled slightly at this. \"Leave the formalities for the field, Ulrich. Your not here to show me how well the army it trains its soldiers.\" Fritz let his arms fall at his side before quickly removing his hat. “Thank you.“ Hitler smiled and gestured at one of the seats before his desk. \"Have a seat, Ulrich. Or would you prefer I call you by your first name?\"

Fritz sat down, sitting his hat on his lap. \"I would prefer if to use my first name, sir. Thank you, Sir.\" Hitler nodded and too sat down. \" Do you know, why you are here, Fritz?\" Fritz shook his head slowly. \"I am afraid I don’t, Sir.\" Again Hitler nodded, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands on his desktop. \"You are here because you have proved to be a trustworthy warrior. A man who follows orders without question. I need a man like you here in Berlin.\" Fritz\'s eyes went wide. \"Me, Sir? You need me? But...but I\'m just a regular soldier! I haven\'t done anything that anyone else couldn\'t do! It’s not like I\'m some great war hero or something! I just followed my orders like anyone else!\"

Hitler sighed. “You really are so young and naive, Fritz. You have no idea what this is really about do you?\" Fritz shook his head, his pale cheeks flushing pink. \"\"No Sir, I guess I don\'t.\" Hitler smiled again and stood, walking around to sit on the edge of the desk in front of Fritz. He reached out and rested a hand on his shoulder. \" The war on frontline is not the only war we fight. It is here in Berlin also. There are many that would betray me and take from me this nation that I have brought back from the very edge of the destruction. I need a man I can trust, a man that is faithful to me and the country. You are that man, Fritz. \" Fritz smiled widely, his checks turning even brighter pink. \"Really Sir? You need me? But why? What can I do to help you? I mean, of course I will do anything I can to help you.\"

Hitler leaned closer until their noses were almost touching. “I need you to be my spy. I will send to you everywhere. To the camps, to meet with important people, you will make sure that our land is not destroyed from within.\" Fritz nodded happily. \"Of course, Sir! I will help you as best I can! I am absolutely loyal to you! \"Hitler stood and smiled at the shorter Fritz. Fritz stood with him as Hitler pressed a hand to the small of his back and started to lead him towards the door.

\"I thank you, Fritz. And your country thanks you too. Now then, Heinrich will give you your orders from now on. When you come back from your first mission, you will report directly to me. You do realize now that you will be inducted into the SS? You must join, because you will be witnessing things of a secret nature.” Fritz stood and looked at Hitler, his mouth hanging open. \"Really, Sir? Me? In the SS?\" He asked softly and Hitler nodded again opening the door for him.

\"Naturally! Now then I must get back to work. I am sure that Himmler can find some ways to keep you to busy.\" Heinrich Himmler was standing outside waiting, a slight smile on his lips. Fritz nodded to him before looking back at Hitler. “Many thanks, Sir. I will not let you down.\" Hitler patted him on the back and nodded. \"Of course you won’t, Fritz. Heinrich, make sure that you take good care of him.\" Hitler smiled knowingly at Himmler who smiled back, leaving Fritz out of the joke.

“Come along, Ulrich. We have a lot to do.\" Himmler said nicely and led Fritz down the hall. Hitler watched them go, his eyes on the seat of Fritz\'s pants. “Nobody is to bother me!\" He yelled at his secretary before ducking back into his office and slamming the door. He leaned against the door, the front of his pants bulging outward.\" Dear Gods... I must keep that boy very close, very close indeed. \"~


~~Done. I think I got Adolf\'s manipulative ways down pretty well.~~~