The Everfree forest was burning. This was not some accidental fire. This fire was intentionally set. Century’s worth of trees crackled in the firelight, and sparks floated lazily on the breeze. A majority of the forest was already burning. Animals and monsters alike scurried to and fro trying to avoid the licking flames. In a few hours, the forest had been reduced to a cinder, consumed by the intense flames. Dieter smiled. Equestria’s maps were inadequate, and he was continually lost in the Everfree forest. Dieter had set the fire. Now he would not get lost, and the path to Germaney was clear.

Dieter began to march to the North-East. The land was now a grey wasteland, unbroken and immense. The feeling was familiar. The Soviets had used scorched earth tactics on the Easter Front. Dieter had been continually marching through wastelands for most of the war up until Stalingrad. The fact that there were no craters was a relief. However, there were corpses in spades. Many of the animals had been burned to death in the inferno. In hindsight, the fact that the pegasi had diverted the fire from Ponyville was nothing short of miraculous. Dieter would have to look into the military capacity of pegasi.

Dieter marched for days, his pace unbroken. He paused only to eat and drink when he got the opportunity. The Everfree forest had come to an end a while back, and Dieter was now climbing mountains. There was very little wildlife on the mountain, and Dieter ate once a day, killing for food. Dieter came to the edge of the mountain range, and saw in the distance, a grey land of industrial might. Coal smoke rose on the wind, and the clanging of metal could be easily heard. Already, Germaney reminded Dieter of home. They were obviously an industrious group. Dieter hoped they had military might to go with it. He had plans. The Third Reich may have fallen, but he would create a new Reich in his own name. He would begin by conquering the Equestrian world. He needed support.

Dieter reached Germaney. It was an almost unbroken mass of buildings and factories. He found that most of the ponies there had grey coats, blonde manes, and blue irises. The similarities to Germans were eerie in a way. The only way one could really tell them apart was their cutie marks. Each mark was set upon what looked like an Iron Cross. Most of the Cutie Marks involved military implements, such as swords, spears, and surprisingly, bombs. This was a militaristic society. Dieter knew that this would be where he would begin. Dieter had read of Germanean history at the Canterlot Library. He knew that they had gone to war with Equestria. They had been beaten out through a lack of supplies. The Germaneans would have won, Dieter had realized, if it had not been for food shortages. They were more militarily aware than the Equestrians, and were tactically and strategically superior. Dieter knew where he would start his bid to power.

Dieter continued walking until he had reached the Germanean capital of Marelin. He strode up the stairs of a building that looked surprisingly like the Reichstag. According to reports that Dieter had gathered in Equestria before he left, the leader of the Germanean Neighmar Republic was old and ill. He would soon die. The parallels to German history were very odd to Dieter. However, he took them as good omens for his plan.

He approached the secretary. Her cutie mark appeared to be a clip board superimposed over an Iron Cross. Dieter stared at her with intimidating calm, his blue eyes seeming to radiate cold light. Dieter leaned in close so that she could see his Iron Cross. Recognition came into her eyes as she saw the symbol of Germaney.

“Take me to see your president.” said Dieter quietly.

President von Ponyburg was old, weak, and easily manipulated. Confronted by this being from an alternate reality, he folded. Dieter explained to him that Germany had become great. Germaney, he reasoned, was a parallel universe equivalent. History could only repeat itself. Germaney would be great under his leadership. Von Ponyburg didn’t bother asking how Dieter had come to his world. Only bowing in acceptance, and declaring Dieter his successor. The next day, von Ponyburg died under mysterious circumstances.

Dieter stood on a podium before the parallel-Reichstag. He stared out over a grey mass of ponies. He gestured. He pounded his fist over his heart, and finally lifted his arm parallel to the ground in a parody of the Roman salute that had been used in the Republic. The ponies raised their right front legs.

“HEIL HEINRICH!” The crowd roared.

"So it begins." Dieter whispered, smiling coldly.

In 1253 E.F. (Equestrian Founding), Dieter Heinrich was crowned Fuhrer of Germaney. This was despite the fact that he was not Equine. Dieter took a much less extreme stand in comparison to the Third Reich. He did not endorse mass murder or the death camps. Rather than exterminating subjugated races, he simply had them integrated into Germanean society as lesser-races that could work their way up through satisfactory labor. In this way, the First Germanean Reich could be considered much more benevolent government than the German Third Reich.

Author's Note

Special thanks to Nuggetmanu2 for proofreading and suggestions. Thanks to the readers for support and suggestions. This chapter came on a bit of a whim. It is not meant to support Nazism in any way, but is simply a form of entertainment. No, this is not the end. Get ready for an Equestrian World War!