Die Neue Burgunderfarben: A Story from the last days of europe in the New Order

[PROLOGUE]

It was now the Autumn of 1964, the chaos brought upon Europe following Hitler's death is over for now. The Black Sun has risen in Europe and its rays of darkness extend across the world. The OFN, the former Triumvirate, and the Co-Prosperity Sphere now observe what goes on in the Einheitspakt with rising anxiety over what happens next.

[Location: Grossraum-Paris]

Having found some time to himself after separating from Jeckeln and then Feldmeijer, Heydrich was currently exploring around the ruins of an area of what was once West Paris after having reported to Himmler of his great victory in the German Civil War.

"This view is amazing, and the trees look so beautiful this time of year", Heydrich remarked to himself as he stopped for a moment at a spot that was once a park to admire the falling Autumn leaves, ignoring the many scars of war which lay around him.

"Unbelievable!", he then heard a familiar voice call out.

"Heinrich?", he responded with a confused tone as he slowly turned around to see a bespectacled man in black uniform aggressively pointing his finger towards him from just across the small park.

"Just what are you doing here Reinhard!? Here to 'evaluate' my Germanization?!"

"Well, no, I'm just passing through.", he responded calmly as Himmler stomped towards him.

"Either way it doesn't matter! For you are now in the presence of the Reichsfuhrer of the Aryan race!", He exclaimed with a confident smile as he placed his hands on his hips proudly.

Heydrich chuckled at his words and clapped brought his hands together with a half-smile, "So you crushed the French? How am I not surprised Himmler, I knew those tin cans are no match for Aryan might!"

Upon seeing his reaction Himmler's expression softened slightly, expecting him to make a sarcastic remark at his expense or berate him for taking so long. Looking over at him in silence for a moment he quickly shook his head back and forth as his fiery demeanor returned.

"Yes, I won! The French people did as they did back in the Second Great War!", he replied pointing towards him yet again. The two chatted a little longer about the future of Aryan Europe throughout the ruined suburbs of 'West' Paris and eventually they both parted ways as Heydrich quickly boarded a train heading back to Germania.

[Timeskip]

[Location: German-Burgundian border]

The year is 1966, Burgundy has gone silent for whatever reason and all chaos subsequently broke lose in Germany, Heydrich swiftly restored order in Germany using his personal width-40 helicopter division. On one of his inspections on the German-Burgundian border Heydrich was now staring at the Burgundian side which was unguarded, then he saw Himmler coming out of a poopenfarten cubicle which was conveniently placed near a fence on the German side.

"Just as my spies have informed me in advance, the Butcher of Germania shows up once more", the bespectacled Reichsfuhrer remarked, unknowingly gazing at Heydrich's hips

"Herr Himmler, what are you doing here", Heydrich replied, he knew something wasn't right.

"It appears you have defeated my many pawns, I want you to be my opponent in a hoi4 battle now that we stand at the same level!", Himmler enthusiastically declared.

The smile on Heydrich's face returned and yet grew as he responded.

"A proper Aryan should never disobey his superior's orders, as such it would be my pleasure"

A hint of red formed on his cheeks at his words which he once again shook away before responding himself.

"Now I finally have a chance to show you how strong I can be!", Himmler called out with conviction as Heydrich's face turned to a contemplative one.

"W-What?!", he called out as he stared at the concrete floor in silence from across the border which was to be their battlefield.

A hint of red formed on Himmler's cheeks at his words which he once again shook away before responding himself.

"I suggest a wager Heinrich"

"What do you mean?"

"Whoever loses this battle has to promise do one thing that the winner asks"

He thought it over for a moment then yelled her reply.

"Done!"

"Very well", Heydrich then said as he called in his strong SS troops.

"Brilliant, now I can not only show him how much stronger I've become but also make him do anything I want...", Himmler thought to himself as he watched Heydrich after going a safe distance.

"Come on out Speidel", Heydrich announced as Hans Speidel, accompanied by the Reich's best infantry and armored formations appeared before him.

"We can do this...", Himmler whispered to himself as he glanced down at the radio in his hand. Squeezing it tightly to stop his hand from shaking.

"Go Degrelle!", He exclaimed loudly as the Wallonian, accompanied by the feared Burgundian SS formations, rush on to face the Germans.

"It's wonderful to see you again Degrelle", Heydrich spoke as he and Speidel saluted.

"Enough formalities Heydrich! Let's battle!"

"Okay then! Speidel!", Heydrich called out as Speidel's troops opened fire on the Burgundians

[STRENG GEHEIM]

A large explosion of dust and dirt came up flying up into the air after an hour of gunfire across the border.

A confused expression formed on Himmler's face as the smoke started to clear, opposed by a confident one from Heydrich.

"Spartan prowess can be very useful, but only when tempered with discipline and restraint", he spoke as the dust cleared and revealed Speidel and his troops stand practically unscathed contrary to Degrelle's who have suffered tremendous losses and were struggling to reorganize and hold the line

"N-No... Degrelle!", Burgundy exclaimed loudly as she realized what was happening.

"Speidel, show us the power of the classic Heer", Heydrich announced as the Luftwaffe and more heavy armor came into view

"Degrelle!"

Just as Degrelle and his troops have quickly recovered and prepared for a counterattack, Speidel's forces unleashed a relentless wave of bullets, shells, and missiles that blew Degrelle and the rest of his troops away, Degrelle himself landing all the way back to Burgundy's feet. Lying close to motionless as he did so.

"He-Heil...", Degrelle muttered as Himmler fell to his knees beside the defeated Wallonian.

"Danke Speidel", Heydrich spoke as Speidel's forces quickly rushed back across the border. He started to walk across the war-torn field, approaching a defeated Himmler.

"Degrelle, you did your very best. I'm so proud of you", Himmler said as deep thoughts overrun him. He pondered on the Ordensstaat's future as Degrelle is taken away by the medics.

"May you be received in Valhalla...", he whispered as he slowly stood up.

"Heinrich I...", Heydrich started, stopping as he noticed him quickly turn away from him.

He could hear him sniffling and could see him wiping the funny gamer tears from his face before turning back to face him.

"I-I guess y-you're still b-better than me huh?...", he asked softly. His usual boisterous tone replaced with a monotonous and saddened one.

Sniffling every few seconds, he barely made eye contact with Heydrich as he spoke. His eyes darting from Heydrich's, to the ground, to Heydrich's hips, to his own dirty jackboots.

"That wasn't a test to determine how good you are as the leader of the SS, Heinrich. It was just a battle between peers", Heydrich responded with a smile as he stepped closer and rested his hand on Himmler's shoulder.

Himmler gasped as he felt him do this and looked up into his hips then his eyes as a light shade of red started to form on his cheeks.

"I've always known you were going to be an excellent Aryan one day and am immensely happy for you that the Ordensstaat still stands. I'm proud to share the rank of Reichsfuhrer with you", Heydrich added as he wiped away Himmler's gamer tears yet again.

"A-Anyway!", Himmler called out as he quickly turned away from him and shook his head once again.

"Y-you won s-so... W-What do you want me to do...", He asked, his timidity showing almost instantly as he wondered what the Blonde Beast was going to ask him to do.

Heydrich chuckled at his quick cycling of attitudes and emotions.

"Same Heinrich as always", he thought to himself happily as he replied.

"I'd like you to accompany me to lunch in Rodomo"

"T-That's it?... You want me to go out with you to lunch?", Himmler asked, at first his tone being on of surprise and confusion but quickly turning to one of nervousness as he realized how he'd phrased it.

"Well if you wouldn't mind", Heydrich then chimed in as he watched Himler nervously look away once again.

"O-Of course not! An Aryan always honors his promises!"

"Great! Shall we go now then?"

"Y-Yeah that's fine..."

[TIMESKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY NICE REGENT]

After a short drive across the Burgundian countryside in silence Heydrich spoke as the pair reached their destination.

"Here we are", he exclaimed as he and Himmler walked inside.

Upon entering Himmler noticed how upstart this restaurant was, as well as the many obvious couples that were sitting around the room at various tables. The thought of this made his face go red for a moment as he followed closely behind Heydrich, staring at his rear as a distraction. Stopping as he pulled out a chair slightly for him before sitting down himself.

He opened his mouth to retort at him for doing so but as he did he saw Heydrich smile at him with a grin that made his words catch in his throat.

"T-Thank you...", he whispered as he sat down and adjusted himself in the chair. Quickly picking up the menu on the table and raising to cover his face.

"Why am I so nervous doing this... It's just lunch... Though it's lunch with him...", he thought to himself as a waiter arrived at the table.

"Greetings, can I start you two off with some drinks or starters?", The waiter asked as he placed two glasses and a pitcher of water on the table, using it to pour water into them.

"I'll have some gamer juice and no starter for me please", Himmler responded.

"I'll have the same and no starter either thank you", Heydrich added.

"Alright, I'll bring those out and then just let me know when you're ready to order your mains", The waiter replied before walking away.

"So Himmler, how long has it been since you copletely subdued the French?"

"Just over a few months, I came to the border the other day to take a bit of a break from it all and shit in the poopenfarten for a bit..."

"I guess I kind of got in the way in that regard and ruined your time off, I'm sorry", Heydrich said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

A Surprised expression then formed on Himmler's face as he saw him look a little saddened by the prospect of ruining his time off.

"I-It's fine really... I'm a-actually glad how things turned out...", he muttered nervously in response with a smile as the waiter came to their table and placed their two drinks down.

"So what main's can I get you two?", the waiter asked as Heydrich's expression softened and smiled back at him.

Himmler then watched as he pointed to an item on the menu to the waiter and spoke to him about how he wanted it done.

"Reinhard... Reinhard... Reinhard Heydrich!", he finally called out which brought him back to reality.

His face turned red for a moment as he realized he'd been starring at her.

"What can I get you sir?", the waiter then asked as Heydrich shakily replied.

After the waiter took both of their order's and their menu's away Heydrich heard Himmler chuckle to himself for a moment.

"Is something the matter?"

"No, it's just that you looked really funny when I had to yell at you to get your attention with the waiter"

"Oh..."

"What were you so fixated on anyway?", Himmler asked as he turned in his chair to look behind him.

Heydrich chuckled to himself as he did this.

"I don't know if her being oblivious is a good thing or a bad thing", he thought as she turned back to face him.

"It isn't that tall slav(e) at the table in the corner is it?...", Himmler asked with a slightly uncomfortable and nervous tone. Slowly crossing his arms and looking away from him.

"No it... It wasn't...", Heydrich quickly replied, not sure how to fully respond.

"Then what then?", Himmler asked as he lowered her arms and rested them on the table. Leaning forward with an inquisitive expression.

Heydrich's face turned a deep shade of red as he spoke.

"I-I was um... Looking at your Aryan features..."

Himmler's expression didn't change for a few moments as he took in what he'd said and processed it.

His face quickly turned as red as EU4 Burgundy as he nervously looked down at the table before him.

"You jew", he whispered with a slight pout.

[TIMESKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY DSRUNFUNNY]

After their food had arrived and they'd eaten it Himmler and Heydrich spent a very long time in the gaming restaurant, talking for what seemed like hours about all kinds of things. From Heydrich's brainrotted adventures with Skorzeny to the release date of Toolbox Theory. As time went on they hardly noticed their nerves anymore, that replaced with the comfort of talking with someone that they both trusted deeply.

"I guess that was a long lunch...", Heydrich muttered with a chuckle as he and Himmler emerged from the restaurant, the last to leave before closing in fact.

"Yeah, it was...", Himmler responded as the pair drove back to the border. Eventually reaching the area where they'd had their battle earlier.

As they entered it was just getting dark and the lights around just switching on.

"Well I'm sorry to have taken up most of your day Heinrich, I know you're here to enjoy yourself so-", Heydrich started, stopping as he saw Himmler lower his head and look down at his boots as he'd done earlier.

"Heinrich?", he spoke as he heard him sniffle and raise one hand up to his face.

"P-Please...", she muttered through his tears.

"What is it?", Heydrich asked. Stepping forward and putting one arm around his waist while the other lifted his head up to face his.

"P-Please don't b-betray me!", Himmler yelled out as fiercely as he usually would.

Heydrich gasped at his words and seeing the tears that were streaming down his face.

"Y-You're the reason I was motivated to p-push the Germanization! You're the reason I t-trained my army so hard! I-I wanted to be able to p-prove to myself I c-could do it! S-So I would have the courage to...", He frantically yelled out.

"Himmler...", he whispered as his own face started to darken.

Sniffling and crying wildly Himmler leaned forward and rested her head on Heydrich's chest.

"T-Today was the happiest day of m-my life! B-Because... Because I got to spend it all with you...", He added softly as he leaned back and looked up into his eyes.

Heydrich's expression softened as he pulled him closer, using his free hand to wipe the tears from his face before resting his hand on her cheek.

Burgundy slowly leaned his head into his hand and closed her eyes as a smile formed on his face.

After staying like this for a few moments Heydrich reached for the Luger, and took aim at Himmler's head

After slowly pulling back from him Himmler, his eyes still closed and oblivious to whats going on, prepared his lips, expecting a kiss.

"Auf wiedersehen... Heinrich...", Heydrich whispered as he fired his Luger, watching Himmler's lifeless corpse fall on the cold autumn ground.

Heydrich stood still, staring at Himmler's corpse as the distant sounds of German artillery firing, the all-familiar rumbling of German boots and armor, and the deafening noise of helicopters and jets all headed in the direction of Ost-Paris surrounded him.

The Black Sun has been eclipsed by the Swastika, and the World holds its breath

Fin

*Author: Unknown*