"...And their she stood in the doorway and i heard the mission bell and I was thinking to myself "This could be heaven or this could be hell..."-The Eagle's, Hotel California.

"Oh dear sister, how I hate you so" Ursula thought to herself, she loved her twin with all her heart yes, but she could be a pain at times. She had planed on working the bugs out of the Jet Strikers tonight, but then Erica comes along and tell's her she was going to auction off night's with some of the witches for some Britanian fundraiser to help with repairs after the blitz, and that she would be one of them.

"I can't, I have work on the Jet tonight that must be done" she told her sibling.

"Aww can't you put it off just for tonight? After all it's a good cause" she shot back, giving her the puppy eyes her Familiar was famous for.

"That won't work sister" she told her blandly.

Please"! she cried out, stretching the word to the point she thought it would burst.

"No"

She kept up with the sad face.

"That won't work" she insisted.

...

It worked.

"It's for a good cause" she told herself over and over again, she realy disliked these kind of event's, she prefred a quite officer's party, she could chat with some and still get in a few pages of a book, that was a fun night, not spending it with some total stranger. But it could be worse, some Witches in Fuso had fans, she realy didn't want to get kidnapped by some disturbed person who was her "1# FAN!".

She was just wearing her standard attire, nothing flashy like the dresses some of the others wore. She threw on her brightest smile and "sucked it up" as the Liberion's say. The auction was attended by many and the hall was full of talking and noise, so much noise and so little calm, was fate testing her again ? Slowly the noise grew to a mummer and then to nothing as the crowd settled down. Erica and a man in a Lufftwaffe dress uniform stood on stage, a microphone before them both.

"God evening everyone, my name is Hans Ricter, my young friend here need's little introduction" he said gesturing to Erica as the crowed broke out into chucking. He striated his tie and went on "Tonight were here to raise money for the many left homeless in Britanina after the Neuroi bombings of London, and from here my good friend will tell you more" He said giving the floor to blonde stepped forward and put on her charm as she took the microphone with a smile.

"Hello, as you should all know, many people in Britanina need aid, so tonight were going to auction off a night with some of our Military's finest" She sais with her smile beaming, her teeth so what you could see how the light bonce off of them. And so each of the witches walked out and bids were placed on them, some such as Barkhorn or Minna (who too, where less then thrilled to be here) went for a high price.

"And now, my one and only sister, who's hair shine's as mind, who's intellect helped build are nation the Jet Striker, Ursula Hartmann" Erica shouted, if Ursula didn't know any better, she would have swore her sister was trying to make her sound fair better then she was. She slowly stepped out from the curtain's back stage and the crowed got their first look at her, she had developed the Jet Striker yet her sister is still far more well know, and on more then one occasion's she was mistaken for her sister.

Well they did look much alike, they were nothing alike in terms of how they carried themselves and acted, Ursula being the more calm headed and reasonable one in the family and her glasses and seprate attire made it rather simple to deduce which witch was which if stood side by side.

"Any bets" she said, pointing her finger around the room in and arc like that of a tank's turret, moving on the balls of her feet.

No one said anything.

"Any bets"?

...

"Aww come on folks" she said raising her hands, "No one"?

...

"90 Marks"! a young man's voice shouted out.

"Oh, well-

"180 marks"! he yelled again.

"You don't need to-

"361 Marks"!

"SOLD, to that guy"! she yelled out pointing at a shape making it's way through the crowed. The overhead Lights shined in Ursula's eyes and she could only make out a black clade shape making it's way up the stage, she was ready for the worst, anyone willing to spend such money like that most like her a lot.

"Here you are" he said handing Hans the money, and traning her hand, she still couldn't see him very well as he pulled her outside, as they exited she heard Erica cry out "Have a good time you two" with a playful grin. She would kill her when they got back to base.

In the cool night air and in the less bright light of a street lamp, she saw her "Date" a young man around 18 years of age, his brown hair and hazel eyes had a dirty look and his black Lufftwaffe uniform had not a wrinkle.

It took him a moment to find his words "...I'm sorry to have pulled you out, I just couldn't bear to stay in their, it's so loud and crowded" he said with a smile as bright as the stars.

"Oh, no it's quite all right, I too hate the sounds and bodies of such an event" she said stutering a bit, he smiled at this, "No need for you to be nervous, I think that's my obligation in this situation" he said cheerfully with a nervous laugh.

"I'm Peter, Peter Von Luck" he said.

"Ursula Hartmann"

"I know you, after all you built the very Jet Strikers that are keeping us all safe"

"Oh it wasn't just me, we had many great minds working together she said as a tense silence filled the air between them.

"... So if you don't have any plan, would you like to go to a movie or..." he trailed away.

"You don't have to ask, it's your choice ,you did pay for the night"

"I only payed to free you, it's your choice and I would hate to get in the way of any important work you may have" She thought back to the Jet striker for a moment before answering him.

"No, i'm free" she said as he took her hand and they strolled down the sidewalk through the cold night air in the moon light.

"It's rather cold" she said shivering at the bite of the cool air, taking off his jacket, Peter wrapped it around her shoulders.

"Oh, no it's fine-" she started but he put a finger to her lips "Hush, I will be fine" he said as, the night sounds of cars and of the city seemed to come to a halt as they strolled in the moonlight. The theater was showing two films, Casa Blanca (Very Popular even years after it's release) and a Liberion Western, Dark Command stairing John Wyane and Roy Rogers, Peter looked like a boy with the look of pleasure on his face at seeing both names on the poster.

"Roy Rogers and John Wyane of two of the finest actors in Liberion" he said rather happy. Ursula was not much of a movie viewer (she hadn't seen one in years with all her work) and knew the man would not take anything less then that film.

"Would...you like to see it"? he asked his voice cracking slightly.

"Yes, it's fine" she answered as a look of pure happiness spread across his face, "Thank you" he said as they bough their tickets and snack's and headed inside and took their seats, the movie began, and for a Liberion Picture, it was a rather fine story, about an outlaw during the Liberion Civil War.

They watched as outlaws and lawmen fired six shooters at each other, one Peter pointed out as "John Wayne" a large man with a square jaw and simple way of speaking, he didn't fit the image of the loud Liberion's most other nation's assumed their allies were like in real life, but this was a film so he may have been acting.

As she reached for a handful of popcorn she grasped something soft and looked down to see her own hand wrapped around peters, who seemed not to notice as he was looking with an unblinking gaze at the screen.

She was ready to let go but, why bother? it was fine and didn't effect her viewing of the film, she went back to watching the movie, leaving her hand inter locked with his for the rest of the film.

Everytime we touch, I get this feeling, and everytime we kiss, I swear I can fly"! -some Youtube video from 2007.

"That was good film, I know it's getting late but if you let me , i would like to show you something I have never shared with anyone" he said hailing a cab with a whistle of his fingers. The car can to a halt and he opened the door

"will you let me show you"?

"Yes" she said back stepping in, the car drove for sometime, she didn't hear what Von Luck had told the driver but he had slipped him an extra few marks to make it "snappy" (he had also payed for the film and snacks).

The car sped down the road until it stopped at the gate off a Lafftwaffe airbase, getting out and paying the driver, Peter told her to follow as they went inside. He then told her to wait outside the pilot's barrack's, in a hushed voice he called out "Eugen, I'm borrowing your Stuka, if you don't want me too, just say so" after a moment with no replie he smiled and stood up from the door way "he's doesn't mind us barrowing his plane, then again he's on leave but if he want's to stop me, he just has to say so" he said with a smile and they waked to the runway, a two seater Stuka dive bomber sits motionless and Peter open's the cookpit and sit's in the pilots seat.

"Get in" he said with a smile, holding out a hand as he helped her up into the back, the seat was modified so the gunner's seat was facing forwards with the pilot

"It's made for recon and showing off troop exercise's to the brass" he says as she stairs at the oddly placed seat.

He closes the cockpit and snaps his belt on, as does she, taxing down the runway and soaring into the air, the tower is dark and no respone to the take off is given. Pulling the plane up he looked back "you witch may never realize how peaceful it is up here" he says pulling up through the clouds, the moon was full above their heads and the beautiful stars shine bright as if a patch of flowers have been planted in the heavens.

"I take night patrol a lot, I gives me time to think and be here with the lights"

"It's like...looking over a city at night" Ursula says looking over the sky, Peter banks the plane to the left to give her a better view as a shooting star passes, it's tail white as snow and burning hot.

"I said the same the first time I saw this, we take shifts on base for night patrol but I will often take extra's just to be here with the lights and the silence, and when I first heard of you, a quite bookish girl in her sisters shadow, I knew I had someone I could relate too and show this, my secret place too" he tells her with a tear in his eye.

"Thank you, it's was..." she couldn't find words to describe how kind of him it was to do this, she sits quietly the rest of the flight, trying to find a way to thank him. He landed the plane back at the airbase and helped her out, taking her hand and helping her down she blushed a deep crimson red. He then "borrowed" a Kuble Wagen and took her home, the witches were housed at Saint Trodes for the moment.

Walking her to the door and wishing her goodnight he asks her "You never did thank me for showing you-" and then with the door halfway open, she kisses him on the lips, her first kiss and if asked, Peter would have said it was magic, the tongue's interlocked like to swordsmen in battle, only stopping for a breath of air for their burning lungs.

"Was that thanks enough?" she asked with a sly smile.

"Yes and perhaps next time we can go to a museum" he said, his face covered in a blush and smile.

"Yes, lets do that next time" she said wishing him goodnight and closing the door, Erica was standing their with a look of surprise and couldn't say a thing, so Ursula said it for her.

"I had fun tonight, how about you"? as she walked by to her room to go to sleep. "This had been a long (and enjoyable) night" she thought to herself falling asleep.

Hope this was ok, I spent the last 3 hour writing this and lisening to The Eagel's, I wrote this because, Come on, Ursula need's some love, if you like this I could write more on Peter Von Luck and Ursula's time's together.

This has been Empty Promise, hope you enjoyed my writing.