PruCan: Love Is War 4

September came about and the second and third Canadian Divisions were preparing for the attack. Germany had set trenches around the town of Courcelette and Canada was ready to take them. All final adjustments were being made the night before the advance.
Matthew patrolled his trenches checking each division. Newfoundland had recovered well, with new troops sent over from home. B.C. was always keen.
Ontario went to Matthew.
"Canada," the young province said.
"Yes, David?" Matthew said calling him by his true name.
"You should come see something," David said.
"What is it?"
"It's Quebec, sir."
"Quebec?" Matthew asked, "Is there something wrong with him?"
"No, actually," David said pulling Matthew through the trench, "Just come see."
David was smiling so Matthew couldn't expect anything bad. He followed until David stopped and pointed.
Pierre was sitting against one of the walls of dirt assembling a rifle. He was fully suited for battle as well.
"Pierre," Matthew whispered, "Qu'est ce qui ce passe? Your fully dressed for combat. »
"C'est vraie," Pierre said looking up, "I'll fight for you. But just this once. I'll fight."
Matthew sat down with him. "That…That's amazing. But why all of a sudden?"
"You need me," Pierre said bluntly, "Je suis le meilleur au fusil."
"There's more to it, isn't there."
The corner of Pierre's lips curled slightly. "Oui. Angleterre, he doesn't see that his tactics are not working. I'm afraid that—"
"That what?"
"…that you'd get far too beat up out there. Je dois participer."
Matthew smiled and gave Pierre a one armed hug. "Thank you for the support, Pierre. I appreciate it, truly."
"Whatever," Pierre mumbled, clicking the ammunition into his rifle, "Just don't die, D'ac?"
"D'ac d'ac."

That same night, the German camp was quiet. The trenches were well reinforced and the soldiers were keen on the offensive but unsure of what every new day would bring.
Ludwig sat at the desk in his quarters, seeing if he could channel some of the Allied transmissions through his radio. His brother had said that the mysterious appearance among the Allies had not been that of America but someone else. If the German could get the right signal he might get a name or something.
"West," Gilbert came in, "Can I go back now? Or would you rather be destroyed by Russia?"
"Gilbert, if it's America out there, I need all the help I can get," Ludwig said.
"But he's not out there!" Gilbert said sitting down heavily on Ludwig's bed, "It's someone else! What're you doing?"
"I'm tapping their communications," Ludwig explained, "To find out who it is."
"Ludwig, look," Gilbert said, "You're really being a wuss about this butt if it matters that much to you, I'll look into the identity of said unknown country so you can fight."
Ludwig thought it over. "You promise?"
"Ja," Gilbert said smiling confidently, "I promise."