To the inhabitants of the conquered territories:

Citizens of former Fr*nce,

congratulations! the long, embarrasing trial of your self-governance has officially come to an end. Belgium has wiped away your pathetic resistance and taken the reins. On the request of President theopold, I have gladly returned from my vacation home in Luxembourg to take up the position of Governor-General of Belgian Fr*nce.

Centuries of chronic laziness and inherent untrustworthiness have proven that you simply can not be left to your own decives. Therefore, the primary objective of this Belgian occupation is simple: re-educate you, install a basic work-ethic and enforce an appreciation for absolute Belgian superiority. As Governor-General it will be my job to ensure exactly this by giving you the tyrrany you deserve.

To celebrate your defeat and kickstart your education, I have already passed the following decrees:

1. All diplomatic messages, petitions, and pleas for mercy intended for the Belgian government must pass exclusively through my office. I assure you that every single letter will be filed directly into the incinerator.

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2. From now on, out of respect for sensitive souls, the words Fr*nce and Fr*nch will be censored. We hope this saves civilized readers some distress.

3. Continuing on this, standard Fr*nch is officially abolished as a langauage of the state and replaced by proper Walloon.

4. To civilize the population, every former Fr*nch citizen is legally required to consume at least one proper Belgian beer daily and one portion of authentic Belgian fries per week.

5. To properly reflect your new heritage, a giant statue of Manneken Pis will be installed on top of the Eiffel Tower, angled so that it is perpetually pissing directly onto the Arc de Triomphe.

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6. To decrease general lazyness, striking is now strictly prohibited. Any former Fr*nch citizen attempting to organize a strike will be sentenced to mandatory 12-hour shifts peeling potatoes at state-run fry stands, dressed in a neon vest, while listening to Flemish accordion music.

7. The event formerly known as Tour de Fr*nce is officially restructred. It will now consist of 21 consecutive stages exclusively covering the brutal, rain-slicked cobblestones and steep climbs of the Flemish Ardennes.

Do not bother resisting. Look up at the Belgian flag flying over your landmarks, accept your new reality, and know that your misery is my personal pleasure.

The Governor-General

the first part of this series can be found here: https://www.reddit.com/r/WareraBelgium/comments/1v53t9c/to_smurfette/
for the second part, click here: https://www.reddit.com/r/WareraBelgium/comments/1vbu3a7/to_smurfette_2/

My Dearest Smurfette,

I am writing this to you because if I don't put these words onto paper, the quiet inside my head will tear me apart.

When I arrived here, broken and hollow, the people of Luxembourg saw a war hero where I only felt a phantom. They asked me to take command, to lead their armies against the storm. Driven by the sheer agony of losing you, I accepted the burden. I poured all my grief into strategy, turning this once peaceful nation into a force of iron.

Our Benelux forces hit the enemy with a fury no one saw coming. The Germans collapsed back across their own border surprisingly easily. We didn't just hold the line, my love, we turned the tide completely. Right now, our banners fly over liberated Saxony and Rhine will soon fall to us.. The world calls it a miracle.

My officers celebrate around meTonight. But there is no glory in it for me. Winning used to mean everything; now it feels like ash in my mouth.

With every league of land we reclaim, with every deep stretch of forest our soldiers clear, I don't look at the tactical maps. I search every meter of thicket, every shadowed cave, praying to see your pretty blue face, to hear our little boy's laugh.

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I write this to calm the rising panic in my chest, to pretend for a few fleeting seconds that you might actually read it. I try so hard to believe you are just hiding, terrified, in some untouched corner of the woods. But as the miles turn to leagues and every search comes up empty... the cold, suffocating truth is finally settling in.

I am beginning to realize that I might only be chasing ghosts. That perhaps all I have left of you two... are memories.

Still, I will keep marching. I will keep searching until there is no forest left to stand in. Even if I am only searching for your graves.

Tell BabuJr I love him.

Yours, until my heart stops,

LGB

This post is an update to the one in To smurfette : r/WareraBelgium, read the first part to be able to understand the story.

My Dearest Smurfette,

I write this with trembling hands, whispering your names into the dark, terrified that I am sending these words to ghosts.

We gave it our all. We fought with everything we had left in the mud of the Ardennes, but the line broke. We lost. The Netherlands fell. Belgium fell.

When I finally dragged my broken body back to the Great Forest, hoping only to fall into your arms... I found nothing. Just ash, charred mushrooms, and silence. No signs of life. No traces of you. Only the agonizing weight of not knowing if you are still breathing. collapsed into the dirt and screamed for you until my throat bled, but only the cold wind answered.

I tried to survive under Germany's soul-crushing regime. I tried to bow my head while their gray bureaucracy turned our home into a prison of permits, bans, and cold, joyless order. But living as a ghost in a ruined world broke what little was left of my spirit.

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I couldn't take it. I broke. I ran into the freezing night, terrified, bleeding, utterly alone. Somehow I made it across the border into Luxembourg. My love, it's a beacon of light. A tiny defiant bastion, somehow holding off the terror of this cruel world.

People here still smile, but I cannot join them. There is no joy for me in a safe haven if you are not in it. I stare at the horizon every evening, haunted by the fear that you are gone. Are you alive? Is our little boy safe? The unknown is a torture far worse than any battle I ever fought.

If you are hiding in the cold, praying for a miracle and somehow receive this, please try to find a way to the border. I will wait for you here until my very last breath.

Tell BabuJr that I love him.

Please... just be alive.

Forever yours,

LGB

Day 1 of German occupation and I'm already tired of filling these non-stop forms. Look what I had to fill to be allowed to defend Brussels:

COVER NOTE TO THE OCCUPATIONAL BUREAUCRACY

To the Honored Occupational Bureaucracy:

I hereby submit Form 404-B in triplicate for immediate administrative processing. I am fully aware that under current occupational directives of Wallonia, no defensive action, regardless of urgency,may be undertaken without prior written authorization, strict adherence to noise ordinances, and certified safety equipment.

Therefore, in order to prevent Brussels from sharing the exact same fate , I am dutifully submitting this paperwork to secure official clearance to participate in its defense (strictly between 14:00 and 22:00, in accordance with EU Working Time Directives).

Yours faithfully,

LouisG-Boulanger

Occupied Wallonia Sector

FEDERAL OFFICE FOR DEFENSE APPLICATIONS AND FORM MANAGEMENT (BVF-B)

Form 404-B / Subsection 12: Application for Temporary Participation in Territorial Defense (Sector: Brussels-South / Wallonia Border)

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Section I: Personal Details of the Intending Defender

• 1.1. Surname, First Name(s): LouisG-Boulanger
• 1.2. Academic Title: Master of Verbal Retaliation (Self-Appointed)
• 1.3. Local Registration Checked In: [X] Yes    [ ] No
• 1.4. Preferred Rest Periods: 22:01 to 13:59 hrs

Section II: Detailed Specifications of Proposed Resistance Action

• 2.1. Intended category of defensive measure:
  • [X] Throwing of objects (DIN EN 12345 safety certification required)
  • [X] Tactical hiding (Only permitted with written consent from the property owner)
  • [X] Verbal deterrence / Shouting (Hours: 14:00–22:00)
• 2.2. Deployment Site (GPS): 50.850346, 4.351721 (Brussels Barricade #4)
• 2.3. Environmental Impact Assessment Ref: EIA-2026-BRU-INSULT-88

Section III: Equipment and Safety Certification

• 3.1. High-Vis Safety Vest (ISO 20471 Class 3): [X] Yes    [ ] No
• 3.2. DGUV 3 Safety Inspection: Exemption 88-C (Unpowered Insults & Thrown Objects)
• 3.3. Waste Sorting Pledge: [X] Yes, I solemnly pledge.

Section IV: Noise Control & Quiet Hours

• 4.1. Sound Exceeding 60 dB(A): [X] Yes (Night-shift tax declared)    [ ] No

Section V: Authorization & Signatures

I hereby certify that I have completed this form in strict compliance with all 847 relevant federal directives. Current processing time: 6 to 8 weeks.

Date: 25/07/2026        Signature: LouisG-Boulanger

AKTE / INTERNAL ADMINISTRATIVE NOTES (OBERKOMMANDO)

• Note 1 (Gefreiter Hans): Herr Kammerad, ze Applicant wants to throw items, hide tactically, AND insult us between 14:00 and 22:00. Dis is complying wiz ze local Ruhestörung laws. Permission maybe yes?
• Note 2 (Hauptmann Weber): HALT! Look at Section 2.1! Throwing objects requires DIN EN 12345 safety inspection, und does he have ze Baugenehmigung for tactical hiding?! Where is ze TÜV-Plakette for his thrown rocks?! Neinsten!
• Note 3 (Oberinspektor Schmidt): Ja, but ze Formular is in blue ink und clean folded. Plus, we need ze targets for artillery training. I grant PROVISIONAL PERMIT, but ONLY IF he wears ze Warnweste while hiding!

DECISION STATUS: [ X ] VORLÄUFIG GENEHMIGT (PROVISIONALLY APPROVED)

(Conditions: Must bring own hi-vis vest (even when hiding), stop shouting promptly at 22:00, and collect all spent rocks/projectiles after use.)

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