AlicevsTheFandoms

 “Monsieur! You cannot just bring people here! Zhis is a private dig site meant for our vorkers und our vorkers only!” Colonel Dietrich nearly screamed at the Frenchman in front of him. “I could not just leaver 'er zhere! She was 'elpless! No food, water, insufficient clozhing, what would you 'ave done, hm?” the Frenchman, Belloq argued, motioning to the young, orange-haired woman cowering next to him. “I...I do not know. But I vould not have brought her here. Ve don't know who's side she is on, vhere she is from, ve don't even know vhat language she speaks!” Dietrich turned to the woman. “Do you sp

        It was the 3 year anniversary of the wedding of Alice and Edward Richtofen. Edward decided that since Alice was still asleep, even though it was 2:30 in the afternoon, he would make her a pie. She had always preferred pie over cake. He worked and worked for about 30 minutes trying to make it as fast as he could, constantly praying that she didn’t wake up as he was baking. He smiled thinking about how funny he looked; a former Nazi scientist hunched over making a pie for his wife. As he placed it in the oven, he thought, why did she marry him? At first, he wasn’t the nicest guy in Germany to her, but that was because he was

 Ding Dong! The doorbell sounded and Alice rushed excitedly to the front door to greet her and Richtofen's guests. She flung open the beautiful wooden door and smiled when she saw a certain American standing there with a pie in his right hand and his left one in his pants pocket. “Dempshey!” she greeted happily. “It is so gut to see you again!” “Alice, its always good to see you. Let me set this--ehem--homemade apple pie on the counter so I can give you a a proper hug,” Dempsey said, proud of his freshly baked pie. Alice led him to the kitchen so he could place his pie in a safe place. She could see the