Mankind's Valhalla

by PERS0N

Rating: mature
Tags: Violence, Princess Celestia, Crossover, Death, Alternate Universe, Human, Twilight Sparkle, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Equestria at War, Dark, Science Fiction, Horror, Profanity
Length: 7062

WW2 Germany in the world of Equestria at War! What can go wrong?

April 20th, 1945

The Greater Germanic Reich, better known as the Third Reich, was burning. Berlin was in ruins, as Adolf Hitler, the Fuhrer of Germany, realized all hope was lost and retreated to his room. The man had seen the writing on the wall, as his generals told him that the war was lost and he, for the first time, believed it.

The Soviet artilery was heared overhead. Nonstop.

However, by some miracle or form of dark sorcery, the weakened Reichsadler finds itself in a brave new world.

A shiver, a shudder and the bomardement stopped.

The next thing he knew was his generals informing him that Berlin, along with what's left of the Reich finds itself in a world that's incredibly different but similar to Earth. A world of magic and all kind of talking animals from myths and fairy tales, but a world filled with racial and political strife of a kind he knew all too well...

THIS STORY IS BASED OFF OF THE EQUESTRIA AT WAR MOD, "THE NEW GERMAN ORDER".

IT IS NOT MEANT TO GLORIFY OR SUPPORT NAZISM.

DISCORD LINK: https://discord.gg/PqqUJ2fUJ9

Published 2024-04-21 19:20:00 UTC
Last updated 2025-02-09 12:12:20 UTC

Prolouge

April 20th, 1945

11:45 A.M.

Furherbunker

Few words could describe how Hermann Fegelein was feeling at the moment, as he was looking at the watch for the 10th time today. The bolsheviks have begun their bomardement over the city of Berlin 45 minutes ago, and have not stopped since.

Exhausted.

That's the only word that could come ontop of his head. He had spent the better part of the day simply drinking his worries away, more or less just drinking wine and whatever other alcoholic drinks he could get his hands on. Earlier today, he had a small chat with Heinrich Himmler about somehow, someway, convincing the Fuhrer to leave Berlin and retreat to the alps for a last stand, but to no avail. The old bastard was simply too instant on remaining in the city until the end.

Well, this was the end, it seemed. The Reich was burning into a pile of ash, and it would be them who would be dragged through the mud to the gallows at the eyes of the disgusted.

Fegelein brought the cup in his right hand to his mouth, finishing his drink before putting his free hand to his face, wishing to rub away the fear of the gallows. Truth be told, he didn't want to die. He still had so much to live for, but he knew that it was over for him and the rest of the damned in this city.

Suddenly, a small shudder hit him like a splash of water. Normally, that wouldn't shake the Gruppenfuhrer, but this time, it did. For one simple fact.
The muffled sounds of artilery hitting the ground stopped.

The Soviet guns had ceased.

Fegelein thought the Bolsheviks had simply ran out of ammunition with how much they bombed the city with, but then he remembered that Ivan had nearly unlimited numbers of anything that was grounded.

Still, not wanting to waste the oppurtunity of peace, he got up and pulled out a pack of ciggars, walking through the bunker as all around him were murmurs and confusion to the same questions that were in the man's head. Why had the Soviets stopped?

He opened the main bunker door and simply walked outside, as what hit him wasn't the burning air of Berlin, but fresh air as a clear sky was visible.
He looked around confused, seeing the other defenders of Berlin, what remained of the Wehrmacht, look around in confusion.

The ruins were there, the destroyed city was still there, but everything in the exterior parts of the city were gone. Replaced by a grass field.
The first soldiers came running over, reporting that indeed the city had somehow...
...moved into a brave new world.

General Wiedlling groaned, as he opened his eyes and found himself on the dirt, before he looked to his left, and saw a huge bhole in the wall next to him. All he remembers is that he was shouting on the phone, to which as Knappe grabbed him and placed him on the ground as an artillery shell hit the already ruined building he was in.

He looked around, as he heard silence. Nothing but silence. All around him was shouts of pure agony due to some crushed bones.

He looked at the table as he grabbed the phone’s dangling handset before shouting “Hello?!” into it, his ears still ringing. “Anyone there?” he shouted again as he looked behind his back, seeing a confused Siegfried Knappe. “It’s cut, I can’t seem to get in contact with the command!” he says.

“What? Why?” asked Siegfried. “Maybe the Rusians have run out shells!” was the answer he got from the general.

The general began to walk out of the shelled building, followed by the captain as he looked around in the air.

What the hell is happening?

The general would soon get his answer as a Feldwebel drove over in a Zündapp KS 750, “General!” the man shouted as he got off the motorcycle, and ran over, before stopping and giving a quick salute and standing straight. “Sir, you need to see this.”

See what?

The General thought he had gone insane, maybe he had finally snapped? Some shrapnel went into his head? Some brick hit his head? Because what he was staring at, literally just beyond the sign which said “Berlin” was a lush green field.

He placed his foot in the field, and the other leg on the destroyed road of Berlin and stared at the perfectly cut line, leaning down, undoubtably questioning reality.

He then leaned back up, arms on his sides, before he looked at the posed Feldwebel. “How long ago did this happen?” he asked.
The Feldwebel hesitated before answering. “A-About..” he has his mouth open, clearly thinking how to answer. “..uh..5 minutes ago?”
“5 minutes ago?”

“Yes, sir, 5 minutes ago.”

The General stared at the man for about 10 seconds further, as this began to sink in. “Oh God. “

13:30

Vanhoover Coast Guard Command Building

Command Office

Commander Straight Shovel looked at the several reports on his table as his hooves flipped through the several files of civilians reporting that a city appeared out of thin air. The earthpony looked up at Police Chief Strawberry. “Are you sure they didn’t eat some sort of mushrooms?”

“No, Commander.” the unicorn answered. “I went there and seen it myself, there are crumbled ruins of what looks like a city from a distance. There’s even smoke and what not.” Strawberry said. “Besides, I was wondering if you and your Coast Guard could go and investigate?” she says.
The colt leaned back against the chair, as he moved his hooves to his eyes and began to rub them before inhaling.

Sweet Celestia, give me strength.

And exhaled, before he let his hooves fall to the table. “Fine.”

Fuhrer Bunker

The bunker had never been this chaotic. Not even during the worst parts of this war, it had always been orderly. Now the bunker was empty of soldiers except for the Oberkommando, as all of them were either weeping for the loss of their loved ones or drinking their worries away. Some generals had left the bunker in order to see if they had families left.

Alfred Jodl, Chief of Operations Staff, was one such man. The realization that they, indeed, were in a new alien world was crushing for the man. It meant he lost his brother, Ferdinand. He sipped another drink before he had some more wailing coming from another room.

Reichsmarschall Goering had lost his wife and child, so he was drinking himself to death, it seemed.

Himmler was in the other room, and he was also wailing. Even more than Goering.
Everyone was not handling this well at all. Questions were everywhere. How? When? Why?
Amongst thousands of questions and sorrow that filled the bunker, mankind was at their lowest.

Adolf Hitler was in his bunker study, left alone with the pictures of the field about and stared at them. Where were they? Where was he?
That’s the question that kept gnawing at his mind.

Why? Where?

No answer could come to him. And Hitler despised this. He wanted an answer. He needed an answer. After all, what else would he say to those outside this room? It could lead to his downfall!
He looked around the room, something, anything that would give him an answer. He closed his eyes, his hands in his hair as he began to think, think, think. Something, anything!

In his desperation, something came to him. An old painting that he saw in the, now destroyed, Art Museum. Valhalla.

Valhalla. Yes, that’s it. Valhalla.

The germanic Eden reserved for the warriors of Germania. Perhaps they have been moved towards Valhalla? To claim it for the Aryan race? So that the light and glory of National Socialism to lead the world into a glorious brave new world?

All these points began to sink their teeth deep into the rationality of the Fuhrer. Perhaps the only way to settle the thirst for an answer that made sense was Valhalla. An Eden ripe for the taking. They had held out against the storm and have ended in a world that was unlike any other!

The answer was clear for Adolf Hitler. It had to be. This fact was the truth. Why? Because it came out of his mouth. And the Fuhrer’s word was law.

14:30

Outskirts of Berlin

Hauptmann Hans was adjusting his cap as he used his binoculars once again, looking into the lush green field. He had heard from the megaphones attached on the trucks that they have been brought into Valhalla. The Germanic Eden.

Of course, Hans was a rationalist and didn’t believe propaganda but nothing made sense anymore. Rationalism didn’t explain how he got transported into a new world. And to keep himself sane, and alive, he chose to believe, or at least, pretend to believe in what the party said.

“Sir, do you think we are in Eden?” a voice asked. Hans lowered his binoculars, as he adjusted himself ontop of the Sd Kfz 251, he turned his head to the left and looked down, it was an Unteroffizer, specifically Unteroffizer Fredrich.

Hans shrugged as he looked back up. “I mean, unless this is what the after-life looks like, I think I am still alive. “ he looked through the binoculars, as he saw a convoy of Bedford MWs filled with ponies in British looking uniforms. A part of his head wanted to think it was imagination, however no matter how many times he blinked.

They wouldn’t go away.

“CONTACT!” he shouted as he grabbed the megaphone. “POSITIONS! SCHNELL!”

Every soldier began to get behind the sandbags, some manning the machineguns, others cocking and reloading their STG-44s and MP-40s. All aiming at the direction of the trucks

The convoy stopped as Hans pulled out his MP-40 and aimed at the truck. He grabbed his megaphone, brought it to his lips and shouted. “HALT! WHO GOES THERE?!”

“HALT! WER GEHT DAHIN?!”

The first truck filled with ponies looked at each other in confusion, as they saw the disciplined line of bipedal soldiers aiming the guns at them. Those looked advanced.

“What did he say?” one mare whispered as she looked nervously at the Half-track.

“How in Tarturus should I know?” a stallion responded. “I don’t speak Herzlander!”

Commander Straight Shovel, who was next to the driver of the truck, opened the door as he held a stick with a white cloth. He slid out of the truck, adjusting his Lee-Einfield as he trotted slowly.

“LASS DEINE GEWHER FALLEN-! (DROP YOUR GUNS!)” was the reply from the one who looked like the officer, as the bipedal chocked on himself as he leaned forward. “Was zur Holle? (What the hell?)”

Straight Shovel, sadly, didn’t speak Herzlander. He spat the stick forward and asked. “Do you speak Equestrian?” he asked.

Hans stared at the pony for two seconds, as he gestured for a rifleman to move forward. “You mean English?” he asked. The man was taught english alongside german by his parents.

Straight Shovel raised an eyebrow. “Is that what you call it?” he asked, before he watched the rifleman move forward, poking the barrel against his side. “I would appreciate if you don’t.”

“Why are you wearing British uniforms?” Hans asked as he looked at the pony.

“Bree-dish?” Straight Shovel asked, as he put his hoof against the barrel of the rifleman and pushed it away. “Please, stop.” he asserted as he looked annoyed.

The confused rifleman looked at the pony straight in eye, as Straight Shovel could see his brain processing the information before looking at the officer.

Hans responded. “Yea. British. That’s a standard british outfit. “ he says as he points at the Brodie helmet.

“Look lad, I don’t know what you are talking about but I’m Equestrian.” and Shovel could see that Hans was having an internal seizure.
“What the fuck?!” was all that Hans could say.

“Langu-” Shovel said before he was interrupted by the laughing of Hans. “WHAT THE FUCK?” Hans shouted as he was clearly going insane. “Is this some elaborate dream? Or have the Soviets gassed this city with hallugenics?!”

Straight Shovel looked confused, as so was the rifleman next to him. “Uh..you mean Stalliongrad-?”
At that, Hans stared at Shovel before bursting into laughter. “STALLIONGRAD? DID I HEAR THAT RIGHT?! A TALKING HORSE SAYS STALLION-FUCKING-GRAD?!”

After about 3 minutes of very awkward, manical laughter, Hans sludged on the mounted MG of the half-track. “God, is this my life now?” he asked as he grabbed a cloth, shoved it into water on a nearby bucket and slapped it into his face, and praying that this was hallucinations, as he removed the cloth and stared at the very real pony next to the rifleman, and the truck behind him filled with different ponies looking at him and his men. “Yep, it is. “ he muttered before looking sludged at the pony.

“Either way…” Shovel tilted his head to the side, and looked at the ruins of the city. “What happened here?” he asks as he moves his eyes back to the biped.

Hans looked back at the city behind him, before looking back. “Total war happened. “ he shrugged. The man had gotten used to the sight.

Straight Shovel raised an eyebrow. “Really?” he asked as he stared at the biped, who nodded. “Uh, right. Can I ask what exactly are you?”

“I’m the man who’s having a conversation with a talking horse aka you. “ he pointed a finger at the pony. “I am a human, more specifically German.”

“A hoo-man?” the stallion tried to pronounce. “You look like apes to me. “

“So consider us more advanced apes. “ Hans chuckled at that.

Straight Shovel also chuckled. “So, are you the highest authority around here or do you hav-”

As fate willed it, the phone next to the Hauptmann. The man grabbed the handset, and moved it to his year. “Hauptmann Hans, wer ist das? (Who is this?)”

After a couple of minutes of Hans speaking with the Oberkommando and Straight Shovel staring around, as both sides’ soldiers just kept their weapons trained at them.

Hans slammed the handset down before putting his Luger back in his holster. He then crossed his arms behind his back. “It seems, mein Freund, that my government has taken an interest in your kind-.” he was about to close his mouth before the sounds of engine were heard behind the man. A soldier was on a motorcycle, before he ran to the captain.
He stopped for a moment, looked at the ponies, blinking, questioning reality before blinking again, climbing into the half-track and clicking his heels and extending a paper in his hand. Hans grabbed it and nodded the soldier, as the soldier got off.

Hans shrugged as he extended the letter, leaning down against the half-track. “For your government, it seems.” he says as he holds it for the earthpony.

Straight Shovel blinked before grabbing the letter with his hoof and putting it in his saddle. He nodded at Hans. “I’m Straight Shovel. “
“Hauptmann Hans Neumann.” Hans responded as he watched the earthpony give a brief nod before heading back to the truck, climbing into it as the trucks left the area.

Now where is that pack of Pervitin?

Author's Note

My first story! I hope you enjoyed it as I had been thinking about making it for some time now but never had the courage to do so.

Do enjoy and constructive critisim is welcomed!

Prolouge II: Situation in Canterlot

April 22nd, 1007

1:30 PM

Princessdom of Equestria

Canterlot, Royal Ministry of Internal Affairs

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Paper Stamper looked at the classified file, dictated “VANHOOVER INCIDENT”, in which he blinked at the category of incident. It was Category V.

What could have possibly occurred in that city that required th-?

His thoughts died out as soon as he opened the file with his levitation, looking at those black typerwriter words in it.

The file documented an unknown, alien species and a ruined city roughly 100km outside of Vanhoover itself. The species itself was ape-like, but capable of walking on two legs and having social capabilities. They wore Griffonian Empire-like army clothes and advanced weaponry. The helmets, which looked like the Griffonian stalhelm, seem to either have the Griffonian runes, or a tricolor flag on it, or a simple black bent cross on a white circle, with said circle on a red background. Some wore a cap. Children were identified within the group.

Most interestingly, the file couldn’t identify if they were speaking Ling or Herzlander. The ape claimed they spoke something called “German”. When questioned by the local police, they called themselves something called “human”. They also claimed they were other apart of the “Wehrmacht” or the “Schutzstaffel”, the children said they were apart of the “Hitlerjugend”.

A few humans, some in soldier-outfits while one in a suit, came over to talk with the local police, as they said that they hailed from a country called the Großgermanisches Reich and that they wished to speak with the Equestrian government in the name of the “Fuhrer”. (in their words, it was ‘whatever compiles as the highest form of authority’).

Paper Stamper was by now sweating. He was just a simple bureaucratic stallion! He wasn’t trained to deal with situations such as this! He took a deep breath in, and practically chocked on the hydrogen as he looked at the clock, as his eyes widened in a surge of panic. He had a meeting with the Privy Council about…4 minutes ago!

He immediately levitated the file into the suitcase, closed said suitcase and levitated it beside him as he began to trot faster than usual, praying to Celestia that the Privy Council wouldn’t fire him.

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April 22nd, 1007

1:55 PM

Canterlot Castle

Meeting Room

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Counciler Stiff Bit could only mutter one question.

“What?”

The entire room, alongside Princess Celestia, as regal as ever, looked in surprise at the, by now, sweating beaucrat.

“W-Was there something you didn’t unde-” Paper Stamper was interrupted by a hoof smacking the tabe, scattering a pen.

“Of course we bloody understood everything!” the Royal Armed Forces Council Attache, Colonel Dark Arms, shouted as he looked at the file. “Some technological advanced glorified apes who speak Griffonian and have Griffonian attire, have suddenly appeared out of nowhere! I ought to have hal-”

He was silenced by Celestia’s clearing of the throat, and her staring at the Colonel. “Colonel, please. “ she said in a calm voice before she moved her head to Paper. “You mentioned they wished to talk?”

Paper Stamper nodded. “Yes, your highness. The ap-”

“I think we should call them by what they wish to be called.” interrupted the Princess.

Paper Stamper grunted before he nodded.

“Right, sorry, your highness. “ he cleared his throat once again. “As I was saying, the…” he sighs. “...German ambassador who talked with the police forces said that they are in desperate need of, well, everything. Food, construction material, everything. He said that the Führer, that’s the title of their leader, wishes to talk with your highness at, what they call, the Reich Chancellery. “

The colonel huffed, but sighed. "Do we know anything about their capibilites?"

The beaucrat inhaled, as he looked at the Colonel, thinking how he should explain this to Prince Blueblood's right-hoof stallion.

He finally exhaled. "Reconnissance and, from what we got from the contact reports, the Germans seem to have advanced weaponry and technology. Some of it is out of our spheer of knowledge and based on the count, we have to assume at least, maybe, 20 divisons, if not more that we haven't seen."

Dark Arms looked at the beaucrat, worringly. "So, that's it? We can't stop them at all?"

Paper shook his head. "The reports indicate that the soldiers seem highly demoralized and depressed. Some of the ponies noted the physical aspects of the soldiers, some thin, some hungry, all of them dust and mudied. " he shrugged. "Well, those that the police saw anyway."

Dark Arms immediately brightened up. "See, Princess? We can just wipe them out in one g-"

The warmongering earthpony was silenced by the alicorn's stare once more.

"We haven't heard if they even have demands at all. Maybe they wish to join Equestria peacefully. " she said before looking back at Paper Stamper.

“W-Well, there was one demand they have. “ he then levitates a piece of parchment from the Foregin Office of the Reich towards the princess. “They want the two regions ceded to Germany.”

A slight silence before the entire room roared with fury. Giving up lands to aliens? Improbable!

That was before the Princess snapped and shouted “SILENCE!” in the royal voice. The room instantly quieted. Celestia took the moment to calm herself down before opening her mouth to speak. “Let’s hear them out first. Tell Vanhoover that I will be heading there to visit Berlin. I will see their situation for myself and decide from there. “

The colonel opened his mouth, perhaps to complain, and to perhaps try to convince the Princess to take advantage of the situation by simply mopping these humans up, but the alicorn was quicker.

“I will decide for myself.”

That pretty much just shat the entire room up before she turned her head to her Captain of the Royal Guard. “Do set it up, please?”

The Captain nodded, before moving his hoof to his head in a salute, before trotting out.

Celestia smiled before looking down at the table. “I believe that will be all. “ she said as she got up and trotted out of the room towards her office as she began to think her next words, and probably a letter to Twilight Sparkle.

Author's Note

Here is the second one! The next one is going to be the first chapter!

Chapter 1: Meeting with the Devil

“The road to hell is paved with good intentions”

Outskirts of Vanhoover

26th of April, 1007

11:37 Hours

Princess Celestia was relaxing in her seat in the carriage as the carriage itself was swaying side to side, driving down the marble road towards Vanhoover small huts and houses wooshed past by.

She levitated a cup of tea towards her mouth, her lips getting wet by the liquid as the taste of mint tea entered her mouth before she levitated it down and looked infront of her.

Infront of her was Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship, who was overextensively looking into books regarding the Griffonian language. Twilight Sparkle had been ecstatic, practically seeing this as a gold mine oppurtunity of potential information regarding a new species. For the first few hours, she had practically been gathering as many books as possible, most of them on the language, some of them empty for her favorite part, documentation.

Celestia chuckled. “I think you are overprepared for this, Twilight.”

Twilight looked sheepishly at her long-time teacher. “M-Maybe, but this is a huge opportunity for more knowledge!” the younger alicorn exclaimed with a widening grin on her muzzle. “I mean, a whole new species! Oooooh! I am so excited to see their ways! It’s a huge opportunity to make some new friends! ”

Celestia merely chuckled at that as she brought the cup to hear lips and took another sip. “Well, I can say I am also a bit excited to see a new species. The fact that they speak another common language and they know Equestrian, somehow, is reassuring for talks. “ she says as she levitates the cup down on the table. “Although I wonder about their technology. It seems relatively the same to ours but a bit more advanced. “

Twilight nodded quickly as she smiled further. “I know, right!? I can’t wait to speak to whoever’s in charge of their research, hopefully Equestria can also receive some of the technology in some sort of trade! I can only imagine what form of knowledge they have accumulated!” she beamed cheerfully.

As the convoy began to drive down the road which was reaching within the proximity of Vanhoover, Princess Celestia just looked outside the window of the carriage while Twilight was still muttering about the informatics to Spike whom was making a checklist of places to visit in the city of Berlin.

However, one thing that remained on Celestia was what they warned her about. It wasn’t a warning, per say, more of a heads-up, as the person from the Foregin Office said that Berlin wasn’t “in its’ former glorious condition of beauty and splendor befitting of your highness”.

How bad could it possibly be really?

Outskirts of Berlin

27th of April, 1007

12:55 Hours

It was absolutely worse than even Celestia had imagined as she was driven in the fine German car by a human, which was led by a convoy of motorcycles, as the humans called them.

The city of Berlin looked absolutely destroyed.

If Celestia didn’t know any better, she would have said that it was an ancient ruins. She turned her head to Twilight on her right, as Twilight looked horrified as she looked at the lumping civilians, scaviving what they could, while also children operating what looked like a piece of artillery (8.8 cm Flak 18/36/37/41 AT/AA gun). Whatever occured here looked like an utter disaster. It looked like complete anihilation of this city occurred.

Twilight Sparkle, ever the curious pony, decided to get information regarding what occurred from the closest human she saw – the driver.
She moved her hoof over to his shoulder, and patted the man on the back as he arched his back, before looking at the window frame. “Ja, how can I help you?” he spoke in a heavily accented Equestrian.

“If you don’t mind, could you tell us what happened here?”

The man sighed. He then thought about it for a second before he opened his mouth to talk.

“A war occured. “ he sighed. “We were winning. Until we weren’t. “ the man said as he turned the wheel around a corner, driving the car under a massive monument. “The Russians were the worst ones. They destroyed everything as you can see. “ he said in a tone that had a hint of exhaustion.

“I’m sorry.” Twilight said with an apologetic tone, as she looked around the destroyed city.

A heavy silence reigned in the car, except for the rumbling of the engine and the motorcycles escorting the car.

A good few minutes later, the convoy drove to a massive building, as the man turned around, looking at the princesses. “Here we are. The Reichskanzlei.” he said as two men in black came over and opened the door for them. The two humans raised their arms in what looked like a salute. Celestia nodded as her own two Royal Guards looked at the massive building, which, while it had dust on it, was still grand and massive. A massive eagle sitting was implanted on the wall at the entrance.

Celestia and Twilight both spared an eye at one another before looking forward, at the opened double doors leading to another massive marble courtyard.

These humans have a taste in asthetics. Celestia thought as she trotted forward, led by one of the humans, an officer by the cap, however neither she nor Twilight had any idea what the 4 silver pips on the right collar on him. They were led to the courtyard, which had an assembly of men in black, all holding their rifles at present arms.

The rigid discipline of the soldiers was quite impressive for the two princesses.
Twilight, always the curious one, asked the officer leading infront. “Excuse me, but could I ask what they are?” she points a hoof at the soldiers, still at attention.

The officer slowed down, as he looked at the soldiers, before grinning and raising his cap slightly before nodding to the Princess. “They are the Fuhrer’s bodyguards.”

He then turned back to the door and continued walking towards the second double doors in between two statues at the end of a staircase.

The two Princesses were quite optimistic. These people certainly had virtue and discipline, as they saw it.

~~It would be their greatest mistake.~~

Albert Speer was bored. It was rare for him to become bored.

He walked in circles around the grand marble gallery, arms behind his back as he looked at the shattered windows. He had a lot of work ahead of him in fixing Berlin after these meetings were over.
Albert looked at his watch. The watch dictated it is 13:20.

The Reichsminister heard doors opening, looking up expectantly. The main double-doors weren’t open. He sighed as he turned his head to see Reichsleiter Martin Bormann walk over to him.

Hello there, you work-acholic fat fuck. Speer thought as he crossed his arms behind his back once again. “Can I help you, Herr Reichsleiter?”

“No, I’m fine. “ responded Bormann, as he also crossed his arms behind his back, taking up much of Albert Speer’s personal space. It was not something that Albert Speer appreciated in the slightest.

“How is the Fuhrer?” asked the Reichsminister.

Bormann sighed. “The Fuhrer’s having that doctor inject him again. “

“Is the Fuhrer alright?” was the question Speer asked next.

“Yes, he is. ”

They were both interrupted as the double doors down the gallery were opened, revealing the two alicorns that were radiant.
Both of them blinked as both of them looked at each other in the eye.

If there was one thing that both of them agreed on, despite how much they hated each other, was that now was a moment that would define the Reich’s history.

Berlin, Neues Reichskanzlei

Fuhrer’s Study

27th of April, 1007

13:45 Hours

(German will be spoken in this colour)

Twilight Sparkle always prided herself on her ability to preserve herself when in front of foregin dignitaries, let alone the entire leadership of a new nation with an unkown species.

She questioned her abilities today as her nervousness began to chip into her.

She stared at the opposite end of the couch, as she stared at the old man infront of her, the Fuhrer.

He entered into a massive coughing fit for the 3rd time in..

...she counted 10 minutes in her head.

There were about 18 people in the room, 3 people in green, 5 people in black and 10 men in brown.

Twilight Sparkle looked at her left, as she adjusted herself on the couch. Celestia had that stoic calm face she always has but Twilight could imagine that not even her mentor was feeling any semblance of comfort within the proximity of this cripled man that they were supposed to be talking with.

Adolf Hitler coughed further, before he inhaled, grabbing a glass of water with a shakey hand, sipping the drink before he placed it down on the table infront of them before he looked up and down at the two alicorns, and their guards in that golden armor.

“What is this?” he asked as he gestured at the two alicorns, while looking at Bormann.

“Uh, these are the uh..” Bormann cleared his throat, leaning down to the Fuhrer’s ear. “..the princesses, mein Fuhrer.”

The Fuhrer looked back at the princesses, more so at Celestia, seemingly inspecting them,

Twilight Sparkle looked at the man, before looking at the nervous assistant in brown who was on a typewriter.

“If it makes you feel better, sir, uh..” Twilight, clearing her throat, tried speaking in the man’s native tounge, which was in her mind, Herzlander, “..I can act as translator for my mentor, Princess Celestia?”

“You speak German?” asked Goebbels.

“Yes, sir, we call it Herzlander.” responded Twilight.

Joseph Goebbels’s face turned angered. Who would dare steal the beautiful language of Germany?!

“Herzlander? Who wou-?!” Goebbels began shouting before he was interrupted by Bormann,

“That makes things a lot easier, however, if we could focus at the current situation?” Bormann said before he looked at the Foregin Minister,
“This is Reichsminister Joachim von Ribbentrop, the one responsible for the Foreign Office. If you would, Herr von Ribbentrop?”

The Reichsminister looked at Bormann before looking at the Fuhrer, who also nodded.

Joachim then pulled out a dossier from his briefcase, as he presented it to Princess Twilight, in which she activated her magic, the purple wrapping and illuminating the paper, as she brought it over before holding it for Celestia to see it.

“I’m sure you’ve seen the city outside this building, Princess. Therfore, you must understand the necessity that the surrounding region around Berlin be given to the Reich. We have suffered...” he sighed. “...catastrophic losses to the Soviets and the other nations that have gone against Germany’s interests. We need territory to rebuild, restart, rebreed ourselves once more.”

Twilight translated all of that for her mentor, alongside what was written on the dossier, “They are essentially asking us to cede the Vanhoover region.”

Celestia looked at the file’s words, before she looked at the humans, her face stoic as ever, however, her head was overdrive into thinking the benefits and the cons of this deal.

Equestria would, obviously, lose territory and a sizeable population, alongside the city of Vanhoover and the Equestrian Navy would undoubtably be whining about the loss of a precious port city. Not to mention the Economic Ministry would be on her for weeks at the loss of the city and surrounding villages.

However...

She could see that these people were clearly all tired, exhausted from some devastating war that had utterly flattened this city to rubble. They also had some advanced technology, which implied that humanity was a smart species. In any case, she could get some good favor out of a grateful nation and a grateful population. Besides, despite how despairing the situation looked, these people were clearly still combat ready. Celestia may have abhored war but she wasn’t stupid and she recognized a mobilized nation when she saw one. These people, while not in the long term, could inflict damage on Equestria and she didn’t want that.

In that moment, she made her decision.

She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, before she exhaled through her mouth, before she opened her eyes and looked the crippled man that was their leader.

“What about my little ponies living in the region?” she asked calmly.

The Reichsminister immediately responded before Twilight could translate it.

“They will be left alone.” he said in perfect Equestrian, in his thick accent.

What made Celestia suspicious was the monolougous voice he said it. Almost as he had praticed saying that sentence, however, it was word from their minister.

“Is it possible to get it in the treaty?” she asked.

“It is. “ he replied. “Thank you for understanding our situation. “ he says as he looks at the man at the typewriter, who was just finished with the treaty. Joachim grabbed it before putting it onto the coffee table. He then places two pens on opposite sides.

Adolf Hitler leaned down, as he looked at the treaty for a couple of seconds, before grabbing the pen and signing it.

The Princess of the Sun levitated the treaty, looking at it. Everything seems in order. She levitates the pen and signs it before she levitates the pen towards the table, also putting the treaty down.

“I am looking forward for a beneficial relationship. “ she says as she extended her hoof.

Twilight Sparkle translated the sentence, as Hitler looked at her before looking at Celestia.

He eyed the hoof before he extended his hand, gripping it as he shook it.

“Mich auch.”

Author's Note

Apologises for the late release,

I had a lot of work to complete and, alongside my depleted motivation.

Either way, please do say in the comment section which of Hitler’s inner circle should I focus on the most:
Albert Speer,
Hermann Goering,
Martin Bormann,
Heinrich Himmler,
Joseph Goebbels,
Karl Dointz.

(im thinking Albert Speer however i would like to hear your opinions also)

Chapter 1.5: Ramblings

Berlin, Neues Reichskanzlei
Fuhrer’s Study
28th of April, 1007
12:15 Hours

Who thought it was a good idea to give the Fuhrer a history book of this world?

That was the question which plagued the entire inner circle as they all stood infront of the Fuhrer’s desk, to which infront of him was a book called A Comprehensive History of the World, which was a gift from Equestria. It’s been a day since the Berlin Conference was signed and completed, in which the gears of the machine that was the Party and Reich’s bureaucracy procedded to essentially take over all administrative duties of the Vanhoover and Cape Acadia regions while the Wehrmacht, more specifically the Heer, was securing the borders, establishing the Third Reich’s foothold into this world.

All of them would be busy for the months to come.
Hermann Goering would be busy refixing his Luftwaffe. Wilhelm Keitel would have the monstrous job of fixing the Heer and the Wehrmacht as a whole. Karl Doenitz would have the job of using Berlin’s ports to rebuild the Kriegsmarine. Berlin became a port city after Vanhoover was merged with Berlin.

Albert Speer would have the illustrious job of refixing Germany’s industries and refixing the German economy. Joseph Goebbel would have the job of bringing the German people back to their former fevour and to fill the minds of the last bits of mankind for their superiority in Valhalla while Martin Bormann would have the job of restructuring the bureaucracy and pratical governance, alongside the question regarding the non-humans. There was also the regional administration nightmare, such as renaming the regions and so forth.

While Heinrich Himmler would be ultimately responsible for restoring law and order within the Reich proper, and dealing with the non-humans.

However, They would have to, for a lack of better words, endure the incoming onslaught that would be Hitler’s incoming rampage.

The only sound was the ticking of the clock, as the room awaited in heavy silence. It was becoming unbareable, all of them wondering when the Fuhrer’s wrath would finally come crashing down on them.

“WHAT IS THIS?!” a roar finally snaps them out of their thoughts, as they all see Hitler up, his palms against the table. The man is furious. Utterly furious.

“COMMUNISTS? IN THIS WORLD?! A RAGTAG HIVE OF BUGS SPEAKING OUR BEAUTIFUL LANGUAGE?! “ he shouts. “THIS WORLD IS FILLED WITH ABOMINATIONS OF CREATION! “ he slams his fit, shaking several items, and a lamp falls down, shattering on the floor. But Hitler doesn’t care. This degenerate filth is polluting his glorious Valhalla.

“THIS PRINCESS IS UTTERLY PATHETIC! SHE HAD ALL THE NECESSARY TOOLS AND CAPABILITIES TO CRUSH THIS REVOLT OF RAGTAG COMMUNISTS WITH EASE. SHE HERSELF HAS ALL THE SUPPOSED STRENGTH AND ‘MAGIC’ TO CRUSH THIS ANIMALISTIC BOLSHEVIK IDEOLOGY! AND YET SHE DOESN’T! THIS DOESN’T SOUND LIKE A STRONG, BENEVOLENT RULER! THIS SOUNDS LIKE A WEAK RULER WHO DOES NOT UNDERSTAND THE CONCEPT OF POWER!”

Hitler began to move around the room, his words shouting venom as he could not believe what awaited in his beloved wonderland for the Aryans.

“SHE DOES NOT UNDERSTAND HER SO-CALLED PEACE DOES NOT HAVE THE CAPACITY TO FUNCTION. HER ARMY IS NON-EXISTANT! SHE DOES NOT HAVE THE CAPIBILITIES TO DEFEND HER IDEALS. ONLY RELYING ON 6 PONIES TO DEFEND ALL OF THIS SHAM OF A NATION! IT IS UTTER INSANITY!”

The man coughed several times, as he grabbed another lamp and threw it at a wall as he roared with fury. The lamp shattered against the wall, the shards falling onto the floor.

“MY BELOVED VALHALLA IS FILLED...” he coughed again, groaning. “..WITH FILTH! NO MATTER WHERE I AM, THERE IS FILTH AND ABOMINATIOns...”

Adolf Hitler was breathing heavily, his voice rasp. Himself shaking with anger. He leaned against the desk, putting his hand on the edge for support.

“Gentlemen..” his rasp voice calls to the inner circle members. “..we have ben given, by the wills of fate, a great responsibility for the betterment of mankind. These creatures are not animals in the slightest. They are an abomination, creatures that have been out of their cages for too long. It is time for our species, our race, to step in once more and bring semblence of order to these things, these animals that have the unnatural ability to speak. They have been out of control and it is our duty to put these animals in their place. This is our collective struggle, our struggle for the restoration of mankind as the dominant species of this world. It is now my responsibility to not only make Germany glorious again, but to show these creatures their place once more. After all, a man is not ruled by a horse. He rides the horse. Germany will not be run by animals, but by humans. “

He inhaled, having somewhat calmed down, however he was still furious. However, as he had done in 1933, he would follow whatever the circumstances dictated. In the end, he would be victorious.

“We have been given a second chance, a new lease upon life. We have been given the mandate from fate to cleanse our Valhalla. It is our duty to seize this oppurtunity with both hands. We shall rebuild, rearm and Germania shall be reborn anew. “

With this, he grabbed the history book and threw it in the trash can.

He then walked towards his office table, sat down on the seat, grabbed his glasses and placed them on before grabbing a governmental report.

Hitler then looked up at the men still in the room. There was a heavy silence for about 5 seconds before he opened his mouth and out came one word: “Dismissed.”

That one word immediately made the men, out of instict or, in Goebbels’s case, fanatical belief, raised their arms in a salute, before all of them were heading for the door.

The Reich’s gear are spinning..

the Fuhrer’s orders are clear...

..there is much work to be done.

Chapter 2: Order and Paperwork

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Chapter 3: Discussions and Planning

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Chapter 4: The Gates of Tarturus...

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Chapter 5: ..have been opened.

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Chapter 6: Decision

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Chapter 7: Discovery

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Chapter 8: Discretion of Diplomacy

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Chapter 9: Time Off

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Chapter 10: Fabricated Warfare

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Chapter 11: Spring Cleaning

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Chapter 12: The Berlin Conference

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Chapter 13: Madness and Stupidity

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Chapter 14: Political Grivences

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Chapter 15: Fresh Faces

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Chapter 16: The Heavens Fall

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Chapter 17: Profession and Wrath

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Chapter 18: Trial and Error

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Chapter 19: Demolished Playground

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Chapter 20: One of Many to Come

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Chapter 21: Legend Anew

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Chapter 22: Death and Memories

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