The Wolf's Lair appeared even grander than he had expected. Members of the RSD
[1] overlooked the cadre of dignitaries as they casually walked through the colossal complex that was the Wolfsschanze, their careful eyes observing every movement that Slavko Kvaternik, Supreme Commander of the Royal Croatian Home Guard, made as he tightly clutched his ceremonial axe in his left hand, greatly resembling a weary, battle-hardened soldier apprehensively approaching his leading commander, the man he had heard only accolades and praises of, giving him daily reminders of his leader's judicious conduct against their enemies. As the Chief of the Croatian General Staff looked into the Führer's eyes, he noted two wildly differing expressions. While Hitler's friendly smile maintained a posture of amiable, easy-going outward appearance, he could only read stiffness, an ice-cold stare from his blue orbs reaching right into his soul in a calculated attempt to make a judgment of Kvaternik's character. The older man felt shivers travelling up his spine as he felt the air freeze around him due to the German's sheer presence, as if the Sun itself suddenly gave out and lost its shine and warmth on the first anniversary of Barbarossa.
„Mein Führer.“
„Herr Kvaternik.“
His grip was light, in stark contrast to what he had expected after observing his tensed-up shouldiers, somewhat easing Kvaternik's befuddled thoughts.
„Shall we?“
With a simple nod, Kvaternik beckoned the delegation to take a casual stroll through the East Prussian military fortification.
„I must say that I have looked forward to finally meeting you.“
[2]
„How so, Mein Führer?“
With a simple chuckle, the Austrian-born man said.
„Fighting Mussolini with little-to-no resources to a standstill, and in a fortnight no less. Sending young men with no arms or means to protect your heart to stop the tanks with their bare hands, thus only proving my doubts of Mussolini and those lazy Mediterranean fools. What's not to like?“
„You humble me, truly. We could not have done it without our love for the Homeland, and I do believe our Gothic blood has proven more than useful in that regard.“
„That it did. It truly is a shame to witness the Slavs poisoning your culture and diluting it with pointless barbarity, but I am of firm belief that you will find your righteous path again after the war is won.“
„How are things progressing in the East, if I may be given permission to know of such intelligence?“
„Indeed you may. By this time next year, we should already have Europe from Spanish Galicia to the Urals under our firm control. Stalingrad seems to be the largest obstacle in our path at this moment, since oil is highly sought-after, and most of it lies in the Caucasus, beyond that wretched Judeo-Bolshevik's city, and if I heard correctly, you shall be sending generous reinforcements to help our cause.“
„You are correct in that assessment, Mein Führer. About twelve thousand Croatians and Romanians are training specifically for that task as we speak.“
„Excellent, more than excellent, in fact. I have heard some bits and pieces of your budding alliance with the Kingdom of Romania, is that true?“
„It is.“
„I understand the reasoning behind it, I truly do. However, I cannot help but develop a sense of… wariness in your loyalty to the Reich, especially as you began creating the formidable political bloc to the Aryan southeast… I hope it will not escalate enough for Germany to take some drastic measures against this…“
„Mein Führer, whilst not a politician myself, I could care less about those things, frankly, I assure you that the alliance is of a strictly financial and military character, His Majesty confirmed so himself. As far as I am aware, Romanian funds will be diverted into fully expanding the oil refinery in Sisak
[3], in order for the Kingdom to meet the wishes of the Reich, while our boys will be stationed throughout Romania in order to help the Conducător maintain peace in his nation and vice versa.“
Hitler simply nodded in affirmation of Kvaternik's words.
„You do seem to put a lot of faith in your King's words and promises, Herr Kvaternik.“
„I am aware of that, but I do believe the Golden Lion
[4] has his people's best interests in mind, and his providence truly is far-reaching. With his help, I am certain we will be able to cleanse the Royal Croatian Home Guard of all the people wishing to do harm to the Croatian nation.“
The German Chancellor could not help but chuckle at the Croatian King's perceived, most likely intentional nickname.
Such purposeless pomposity… he thought to himself, but the Supreme Commander's last sentence piqued Hitler's interest.
„Is that so? What seems to be the issue?“
„Our fight against the Communists yielded pained results, I am afraid to admit, all throughout the winter, but despite us solving many of those problems, a handful of officers rose up to disobey me and my respected colleagues. This all came to the forefront while training in Romania, when some directly left the camp upon hearing my orders.“
Careful lies, careful wording.
Surprisingly enough, the Nazi did not seemed all that surprised by Kvaternik's words, as if ready to brush them off like they were merely particles of dust on his coat pocket.
„Why didn't you get rid of them?“
„Too great a risk. Their popularity, while lacking in ranking, certainly provides for in numbers. They have all the lower-ranking officers and Home Guardsmen behind them, and with each new day, their influence grows ever stronger.“
„You must act swiftly, Herr Kvaternik, and with cunning precision, like a bullet to the head. Once their feeble minds finally catch up to you, they will finally understand who they tried to overthrow, and they will bend the knee, I am sure of it. The anthropoids inhabit all societies, but it is our Germanic right to root them out and purify the existing structure before they get to see it crumble, it is either that, or they will do everything in their power to knock us down again, just like they had over two decades ago.“
„I agree, but I'm worried about the Ban, too. It appears he looks on them favorably.“
„So? He's merely assistant to the King, after all. King Filip has all the power in his hands, and his hands on your shoulders, so you should be safe in that regard.“
Hitler suddenly looks away from Kvaternik over to one of his guards, and the young man, with sincere devotion in his eyes as he gazes into Hitler's own, nods very briefly, giving the Austrian dictator a sign to inform his Croatian subordinate.
„The
Stellvertretender Reichsprotektor should be here any minute now, then we may discuss the terms of introducing autochthonous SS units into the Croatian nation. It will be a lengthy process, but I believe that the King would find it in his best interest to meet me personally…“
At the mere mention of the man's title, Kvaternik froze in his step, shock evident in his eyes as his thoughts completely wiped away the avalanche of information he kept receiving in German. His heartbeat resembled a mortar pounding away at the enemy's positions frantically and without much surgical precision expected of such artillery pieces. Well aware of the man's fearsome nature, Kvaternik's hopes of making a decent first impression were getting less and less likely as seconds ticked away in his rapidly accelerating mind. Hoping to divert his attention to Hitler's previous words, he thought of the decaying situation within his own forces, but could not come up with that many poignant solutions that could alleviate the burdens the Kingdom is feeling.
With much doubt, the old Croat general contemplated the whole exchange apprehensively.
Act swiftly… In order to do that, a good opportunity must arise for him to make his move, but he felt that now was not the right time. He would have to inquire the King about what to do, he was, after all, one of his few allies in the den of wolves that had begun to form in Banski dvori. One thing he knew for certain –
no matter who wins this crucial fight, by the end of the year, the Royal Croatian Home Guard will enter a new era.
Meanwhile, in the sun-bathed confines of Croatia's capital city, the sweat-laden forehead of Major General Matija Čanić shone brightly in the hot afternoon light. He looked to his side, observing the massive frame of Đuka Kemfelja as he downed his
gemišt [5] in a single gulp. Despite the Armed Forces Minister buying a round of refreshing alcoholic drinks to the men accompanying him, the forty-one-year-old declined instantly, citing that he does not indulge in such delights of life while on duty. As the large man enjoyed himself to another drink, the third participant of the conversation, Vladko Maček, continued his speech while absentmindedly fiddling with his glasses on the side where his once working eye stood.
„We are fighting an uphill battle, gentlemen. While he has an audience with Hitler, we are sitting here like lame ducks, helpless to do anything productive with regards to the developments in the army.“
„What of Colonel Novak? The Slovenian National Council could give us the support we desperately need in this situation and perhaps even turn the tables in our favor.“
Kemfelja looks up at Čanić incredulously, before slurring his next sentence.
„Novak?! That man emotes like a brick wall, I can never decipher what he is planning to do next, much less thinking of what to say.“
„Then what exactly do you suggest, Minister? We have nobody to turn to. It is quite clear that the King does not stand us, and worst of all – he has powerful friends whom Kvaternik is getting closer and closer to as the Major General and his men continue standing up against him.“
Another shot, this time of whiskey, and as the petrol-tasting poison sears his throat, before he gets a chance to speak, Vladko Maček warns him, noticing his colleague's increasing consumption of alcohol in the past several weeks.
Must be the stress of this unforgiving job and all the recent goings-on, Maček thought to himself as words left his mouth.
„Đuka, this must be your nineteenth drink already, please take it easy.
As his lips depart the glass with a look of intense shame on his face, Kemfelja looks away momentarily, mumbling out a saddened reply.
„I-I shall, Your Excellency.“
Čanić decides to speak up again, noticing the conversation might come to an abrupt end.
„If my knowledge serves me correctly, you are of Slovene descent, Your Excellency…“
A nod is all Čanić needs to continue.
„Perhaps you might approach
[Ivan] Lavrih from that particular angle… Again, my abilities in the field of politics leave much to be desired.
Politika je kurva [6], as many of you would gladly say but refrain from doing so, and what better man to take care of those matters than the one with almost four decades of experience.“
Maček seemed unsure of the proposal.
„Lavrih's word means nothing without the Council's approval, and unfortunately, all of them aside from the President himself are military officers, all holding important positions within the Home Guard. I, myself do not possess the military knowledge necessary to be able to get closer to any of the councilors.“
Čanić interjected quickly.
„Your Excellency, I may be able to ease the pressure off your back in that regard. For all your faults I shall fill in the gaps and help you, while you may help me get my point across to the Slovenes in our lands.“
Maček thought of the plan for a brief moment, absentmindedly tapping his untouched glass before looking up at the tensed-up army officer and offering him his right hand.
„We have reached an agreement, Major General.“
During this process, Đuka Kemfelja sat to the side, looking far off into the distance whilst focusing on nothing in particular, only noticing Matija Čanić shaking hands with his Ban from the corner of his eye. Guilt washed over him as he believed he did not contribute to any new positive developments during the meeting. In actuality, he still thought of the early months of 1942 and all the secrets he kept from His Excellency, and despite doing so with the best intentions in mind, it still caused major delay in the Reformists' reaction against Kvaternik's old coots that only destabilized the entire situation even more.
Perhaps I should resign from my position, he mused to himself as the other two men still chatted over the details of their hopeful plan. It has the possibility to set a dangerous precedent, seeing as not a single member of the Maček Government has resigned their position up to that point.
Maybe it would be for the best that someone more capable takes the reins, but he decided he would give the idea more thought, but after all this ethanol evaporates from his dizzy mind.
[1] Reichssicherheitsdienst (lit. Reich Security Service). SS security force tasked with protecting Hitler's life (one example being in the Wolfsschanze), though it later provided protection for other high-ranking Nazis as well.
[2] IOTL Kvaternik met Hitler at the end of July 1941, though ITTL Hitler postpones his meetings with any Croatian higher-ups until this point due to the chaos of the Croatian-Italian War as well as the Marburg Treaty that followed.
[3] Oil refinery whose history began in 1923 with the establishment of an oil storage by Royal Dutch Shell. In 1928 it was extended and the first refinery system was built, while processing of raw oil began in 1940. IOTL it was heavily damaged during the Second World War, however ITTL, with less overall destruction and more finances thanks to a more stable internal situation as well as King Filip's wealth and specific relationship with some of his constituents (more on that soon), it is decided that the refinery would be expanded even more in order to bolster the German war machine with some Romanian financial help (hurrah Latin League!).
[4] A bit of an ego trip, but the King uses it as a projection of force and power onto his subjects as well as his political opponents. Got the idea for this specific nickname by finding out about the
House Order of the Golden Lion handed out by Filip's own royal house.
[5] From German
gemischt (to mix). In continental Croatia, it denotes a drink made by combining dry white wine and mineral water in differing ratios, while in coastal areas of the country a mix of white (or red, depending on taste) wine with regular water is called
bevanda. If neither of those are your thing, there is always the Serbian variant called
špricer (
spritzer) that is made from combining exclusively white wine with soda water that is poured from those cool high-pressure bottles.
[6] (Lit.
Politics is a whore.). A cynical saying often used in the Balkans to convey the frustration felt when witnessing the political failures and pettiness of the region's politicians.