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GermanyxSlovakian!Reader
This was the end.
You were surrounded by death. The smell, the taste, the feel and the image filled your senses. In the middle of all of it you were laying there, near death with no chance of escaping. The enemy would be there soon, you could hear their boots. They were likely to not take any prisoners. You would either bleed to death or one of them would shoot. It was only a matter of time now.
There was a call. The voice of a strong and determined German man rang out over the silence of death. Another legion of footsteps started marching forward. Gunshots rang out. You could hear cries but couldn't see men for the dirt and blood that covered you.
Then silence fell.
It was a silence that wasn't really quiet. It was the kind of silence that came when there was a sound so familiar you don't notice it. You continued to lie in the mud, barely moving, just managing each breath. Then you couldn't manage that breath. It hurt too much to even try. There was no reason for it, you just couldn't. That was when you realized something. You had already come to the conclusion that you wouldn't make it out of this alive. You already knew that you were going to die here. What really surprised you was this:
You weren't afraid to die.
You were so sure you were going to die that you weren't afraid of it. It was something you welcomed now. Death would be heaven compared to the pain you found yourself in. But the pain lasted. It just kept hurting. You were still in agony. Why wouldn't Death save you from this? Why wouldn't he come to take your soul away? Why was he making you suffer like this?
Boots were staggering around now. Over the rush of your own blood you could hear everyone moving around, as if checking the bodies for survivors. You hoped that you would die before they found you. You didn't want to survive. After everything you had seen, you just wanted to die. It didn't even occur to you what they might have done finding out that you were a female. All that mattered was that they didn't find you alive.
Someone knelt at your side and two fingers touched your neck.
"This one's alive!" called the man beside you.
With care, he turned you over. You couldn't see his face, even when you forced your eyes open. Everything was a blur. He was just a silhouette against the grey of the sky. For a moment he looked at you, and then his head vanished from your vision, replaced by a larger man. You could see that he had blonde hair and broad shoulders. Strong arms lifted you with all the grace a soldier could muster. Once against his warm body you realized just how cold you were. A shiver ran through your body.
This was what it felt like to be dying.
The cold, the emptiness. Everything began to fade. Each of your senses became dulled and all but useless. There was the drone of voices, the vague warmth of someone's touch and fuzzy shapes in your vision that looked human-ish. One thing that remained throughout the whole time was that soldier, the one that had picked you up. He was always there at the edge of your vision. After everything, he took your hand in his and stayed there until you finally faded into the black.
--
When you woke there was commotion all around you. Men were rushing around, carrying wounded soldiers on stretchers through the large tent. You tried to sit up but a hand rested gently on your shoulder. He was still there. That soldier. His slicked back hair was coming loose, a couple stray hairs falling on his forehead. He was only in his undershirt and cargo pants, his jacket was tied around his waist. A sad smile crossed his face, making his blue eyes twinkle lightly. You lay back as instructed.
"How are you feeling?" he asked in his gruff German voice.
You were careful when you first spoke, not knowing how your throat would react after everything that happened. "I'm doing… alright I think…" You looked around at everyone bustling around. "What happened?"
The German man's smile vanished. "We're not doing so well it appears…" That was the most you would ever be able to get out of him.
The two of you sat in silence until everything else began to slow down. Men were removed from the tent both dead and alive. The place began to reek of blood and death. It was an all too familiar smell. You didn't complain but it made you feel nauseous. As if the soldier could tell, he gently picked you up again and carried you out. Despite protesting profusely he didn't set you down until you had reached a rather extravagant tent. It looked like the ones reserved for high ranked generals or royalty.
The soldier placed you on the softest cot you had ever felt and took up residence in a chair next to you. Rolling onto your side you gazed at him. Who was this man? Why was he helping you? None of it made any sense. You were a female, you weren't supposed to be holding a gun, you shouldn't have even made it into the registration tent at the beginning of the war and yet, this man, this soldier was helping you. All of the people that worked on you would have figured out that you were a female and yet you were still here in a uniform.
It didn't make any sense.
"Who are you…?" Your voice was quiet, almost as if you didn't want to know.
The man smiled again. "My name is Ludwig Beilschmidt, I am the general of this army."
"Sir… why am I still alive?"
"You had the best doctors here treating you."
"Why…? I'm a-"
"Female? Yes, we know, but I told them not to care." You just blinked at him. He chuckled. "Your older brother is a dear friend of mine. He told me that you had snuck into the German army and told me to keep an eye out for you." Of course this was all your brother's doing. He was always saving your ass. "You are a strong one though. You held on long enough for the doctors to treat you."
"Thank you, sir."
"You must be hungry. I'll get you something…" He stood and left the tent before you could say anything.
After that, you lay on the cot and thought about things. At first they were important; what would happen when you got better? When you ran out of questions like that, you began to think about other things, minor things, like what he was going to bring back for you to eat and when you'd be able to shower.
He came back but you ended up eating in silence. Nothing was said between you two. Not one word. After the food was all in your stomach he told you to rest and call if you needed anything. It sounded like he was going to leave but he just leaned back in the chair and pulled out a book. A smile crossed your lips. This had to be more than just your brother telling him to watch out for you, but you didn't ask. There was no reason to break the peaceful mood, seeing as this would probably the only time you would ever feel this at ease until this war ended.
--
After you recovered you became a part of Ludwig's army. It was odd being around all these men who knew you were a female. It shocked you too. One thing you didn't expect when out at war with all these men was that they would protect you. But they did. Time and time again one of the men would save you and, whether it was an order or they just did it, you were thankful.
Over the course of the war, you became closer to Ludwig. The two of you shared a tent and ate meals together. You would wash in the privacy of his tent while he stood outside and your uniform was kept relatively clean. During battles, you would stand at his side on the front lines. At the end of every battle, whether you had won or lost, the two of you would stagger away with whoever was left and do what needed to be done.
It wasn't long before you realized that you had fallen for the large German general. Every time you were near him, your heart would flutter. It became hard to look him in the eye. Whenever he would call to you there was a pause in time where your heart would stop beating. It seemed that everyone but him noticed all of this. Soldiers talked and joked about it, both with you and behind your back. At first, it bothered you, but then you realized it really didn't matter.
You loved him.
--
"Frau!" called a deep German voice.
It was hard to hear it over the din of gunshots. You fired again, trying to keep the men away from you. Every chance you got, you would look for the source of the voice. This was the last battle of the war. After this, Germany would have to surrender; they had nothing left to through at the Allies.
They were done.
It was over.
Germany had lost.
… But they weren't going down without a fight.
There was a cry behind you. Just as you were turning you saw a man out of the corner of your eye. Not one of yours. You were going to die. It was certain. Closing your eyes you tried to cover yourself but knew in the back of your mind it was useless. There was the crackle of machine gun fire, then a strangled cry. Your eyes shot open. That voice was- A broad shouldered, blonde haired soldier collapsed in front of you. You wanted to rush to his side but your first order of business was the enemy. You gun cracked and the man fell to the mud.
Without thinking about anything else around you, you fell at the side of that German soldier. You rolled him into your arms and held him close. He looked up at you, scared but happy. His face was creased with pain but there was a smile there. A tear fell on his cheek. You didn't realize you were crying. With all the gentleness that he had shown you since the say you had met, he reached up and touched your face.
"Frau… I love you ____..." he managed.
You managed a nod. "I-I lo-ove you too…"
"I know…" he chuckled but it turned into a groan of pain.
"Don't talk," you insisted. "I'll get you help."
Another pained chuckle. "You can't carry me… I'm going to… die here…"
"No! You can't! Somebody!" His hand covered your mouth.
"Shh… I'm going to die… but it's not so scary… when I have you…" he explained. "Dying… isn't so bad when you're not alone…"
You shook your head and mumbled out meaningless words and sounds. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't die. Not now. Ludwig couldn't die. The smile began to fade from his lips. In a panic you kissed him. It was the only thing you could think to do. Somewhere in your mind you wished that it would heal him, like the old fairy tales, but you knew it wouldn't do anything. The rational part of you just hoped that he would understand the depth of your feelings for him. In your heart, you knew he did.
Around you, there was more gun fire and bombs, more men screaming and dying, but none of that mattered. You didn't hear a thing. All you heard was his breath and his heart beat as they slowly faded and died. You clutched his hand and prayed to someone, anyone, to spare him. Prayed that by some miracle he would survive, but it seemed that God and every other deity had deserted you. You didn't know what you had done to deserve this, but you held him in your arms as he died. All you could do was hope that it was as painless as possible.
--
You woke up in an infirmary somewhere, injured but not unable to walk. So you walked. And you just kept walking. You walked until you finally slumped to the ground wherever you were and looked up at the sky. The war was over but what had it done? It seemed that it had done nothing but take and take and take until there was nothing left. Not one thing left. The Germans had lost the war, wives lost husbands, mothers lost sons, children lost fathers and brothers and you had lost the love of your life.
What was there to gain from war except for pain?
Nothing more than selfish pride.
So now, you knelt where you were and cried for everything lost.

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GermanyxSlovakian!Reader
This was the end.
You were surrounded by death. The smell, the taste, the feel and the image filled your senses. In the middle of all of it you were laying there, near death with no chance of escaping. The enemy would be there soon, you could hear their boots. They were likely to not take any prisoners. You would either bleed to death or one of them would shoot. It was only a matter of time now.
There was a call. The voice of a strong and determined German man rang out over the silence of death. Another legion of footsteps started marching forward. Gunshots rang out. You could hear cries but couldn't see men for the dirt and blood that covered you.
Then silence fell.
It was a silence that wasn't really quiet. It was the kind of silence that came when there was a sound so familiar you don't notice it. You continued to lie in the mud, barely moving, just managing each breath. Then you couldn't manage that breath. It hurt too much to even try. There was no reason for it, you just couldn't. That was when you realized something. You had already come to the conclusion that you wouldn't make it out of this alive. You already knew that you were going to die here. What really surprised you was this:
You weren't afraid to die.
You were so sure you were going to die that you weren't afraid of it. It was something you welcomed now. Death would be heaven compared to the pain you found yourself in. But the pain lasted. It just kept hurting. You were still in agony. Why wouldn't Death save you from this? Why wouldn't he come to take your soul away? Why was he making you suffer like this?
Boots were staggering around now. Over the rush of your own blood you could hear everyone moving around, as if checking the bodies for survivors. You hoped that you would die before they found you. You didn't want to survive. After everything you had seen, you just wanted to die. It didn't even occur to you what they might have done finding out that you were a female. All that mattered was that they didn't find you alive.
Someone knelt at your side and two fingers touched your neck.
"This one's alive!" called the man beside you.
With care, he turned you over. You couldn't see his face, even when you forced your eyes open. Everything was a blur. He was just a silhouette against the grey of the sky. For a moment he looked at you, and then his head vanished from your vision, replaced by a larger man. You could see that he had blonde hair and broad shoulders. Strong arms lifted you with all the grace a soldier could muster. Once against his warm body you realized just how cold you were. A shiver ran through your body.
This was what it felt like to be dying.
The cold, the emptiness. Everything began to fade. Each of your senses became dulled and all but useless. There was the drone of voices, the vague warmth of someone's touch and fuzzy shapes in your vision that looked human-ish. One thing that remained throughout the whole time was that soldier, the one that had picked you up. He was always there at the edge of your vision. After everything, he took your hand in his and stayed there until you finally faded into the black.
--
When you woke there was commotion all around you. Men were rushing around, carrying wounded soldiers on stretchers through the large tent. You tried to sit up but a hand rested gently on your shoulder. He was still there. That soldier. His slicked back hair was coming loose, a couple stray hairs falling on his forehead. He was only in his undershirt and cargo pants, his jacket was tied around his waist. A sad smile crossed his face, making his blue eyes twinkle lightly. You lay back as instructed.
"How are you feeling?" he asked in his gruff German voice.
You were careful when you first spoke, not knowing how your throat would react after everything that happened. "I'm doing… alright I think…" You looked around at everyone bustling around. "What happened?"
The German man's smile vanished. "We're not doing so well it appears…" That was the most you would ever be able to get out of him.
The two of you sat in silence until everything else began to slow down. Men were removed from the tent both dead and alive. The place began to reek of blood and death. It was an all too familiar smell. You didn't complain but it made you feel nauseous. As if the soldier could tell, he gently picked you up again and carried you out. Despite protesting profusely he didn't set you down until you had reached a rather extravagant tent. It looked like the ones reserved for high ranked generals or royalty.
The soldier placed you on the softest cot you had ever felt and took up residence in a chair next to you. Rolling onto your side you gazed at him. Who was this man? Why was he helping you? None of it made any sense. You were a female, you weren't supposed to be holding a gun, you shouldn't have even made it into the registration tent at the beginning of the war and yet, this man, this soldier was helping you. All of the people that worked on you would have figured out that you were a female and yet you were still here in a uniform.
It didn't make any sense.
"Who are you…?" Your voice was quiet, almost as if you didn't want to know.
The man smiled again. "My name is Ludwig Beilschmidt, I am the general of this army."
"Sir… why am I still alive?"
"You had the best doctors here treating you."
"Why…? I'm a-"
"Female? Yes, we know, but I told them not to care." You just blinked at him. He chuckled. "Your older brother is a dear friend of mine. He told me that you had snuck into the German army and told me to keep an eye out for you." Of course this was all your brother's doing. He was always saving your ass. "You are a strong one though. You held on long enough for the doctors to treat you."
"Thank you, sir."
"You must be hungry. I'll get you something…" He stood and left the tent before you could say anything.
After that, you lay on the cot and thought about things. At first they were important; what would happen when you got better? When you ran out of questions like that, you began to think about other things, minor things, like what he was going to bring back for you to eat and when you'd be able to shower.
He came back but you ended up eating in silence. Nothing was said between you two. Not one word. After the food was all in your stomach he told you to rest and call if you needed anything. It sounded like he was going to leave but he just leaned back in the chair and pulled out a book. A smile crossed your lips. This had to be more than just your brother telling him to watch out for you, but you didn't ask. There was no reason to break the peaceful mood, seeing as this would probably the only time you would ever feel this at ease until this war ended.
--
After you recovered you became a part of Ludwig's army. It was odd being around all these men who knew you were a female. It shocked you too. One thing you didn't expect when out at war with all these men was that they would protect you. But they did. Time and time again one of the men would save you and, whether it was an order or they just did it, you were thankful.
Over the course of the war, you became closer to Ludwig. The two of you shared a tent and ate meals together. You would wash in the privacy of his tent while he stood outside and your uniform was kept relatively clean. During battles, you would stand at his side on the front lines. At the end of every battle, whether you had won or lost, the two of you would stagger away with whoever was left and do what needed to be done.
It wasn't long before you realized that you had fallen for the large German general. Every time you were near him, your heart would flutter. It became hard to look him in the eye. Whenever he would call to you there was a pause in time where your heart would stop beating. It seemed that everyone but him noticed all of this. Soldiers talked and joked about it, both with you and behind your back. At first, it bothered you, but then you realized it really didn't matter.
You loved him.
--
"Frau!" called a deep German voice.
It was hard to hear it over the din of gunshots. You fired again, trying to keep the men away from you. Every chance you got, you would look for the source of the voice. This was the last battle of the war. After this, Germany would have to surrender; they had nothing left to through at the Allies.
They were done.
It was over.
Germany had lost.
… But they weren't going down without a fight.
There was a cry behind you. Just as you were turning you saw a man out of the corner of your eye. Not one of yours. You were going to die. It was certain. Closing your eyes you tried to cover yourself but knew in the back of your mind it was useless. There was the crackle of machine gun fire, then a strangled cry. Your eyes shot open. That voice was- A broad shouldered, blonde haired soldier collapsed in front of you. You wanted to rush to his side but your first order of business was the enemy. You gun cracked and the man fell to the mud.
Without thinking about anything else around you, you fell at the side of that German soldier. You rolled him into your arms and held him close. He looked up at you, scared but happy. His face was creased with pain but there was a smile there. A tear fell on his cheek. You didn't realize you were crying. With all the gentleness that he had shown you since the say you had met, he reached up and touched your face.
"Frau… I love you ____..." he managed.
You managed a nod. "I-I lo-ove you too…"
"I know…" he chuckled but it turned into a groan of pain.
"Don't talk," you insisted. "I'll get you help."
Another pained chuckle. "You can't carry me… I'm going to… die here…"
"No! You can't! Somebody!" His hand covered your mouth.
"Shh… I'm going to die… but it's not so scary… when I have you…" he explained. "Dying… isn't so bad when you're not alone…"
You shook your head and mumbled out meaningless words and sounds. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't die. Not now. Ludwig couldn't die. The smile began to fade from his lips. In a panic you kissed him. It was the only thing you could think to do. Somewhere in your mind you wished that it would heal him, like the old fairy tales, but you knew it wouldn't do anything. The rational part of you just hoped that he would understand the depth of your feelings for him. In your heart, you knew he did.
Around you, there was more gun fire and bombs, more men screaming and dying, but none of that mattered. You didn't hear a thing. All you heard was his breath and his heart beat as they slowly faded and died. You clutched his hand and prayed to someone, anyone, to spare him. Prayed that by some miracle he would survive, but it seemed that God and every other deity had deserted you. You didn't know what you had done to deserve this, but you held him in your arms as he died. All you could do was hope that it was as painless as possible.
--
You woke up in an infirmary somewhere, injured but not unable to walk. So you walked. And you just kept walking. You walked until you finally slumped to the ground wherever you were and looked up at the sky. The war was over but what had it done? It seemed that it had done nothing but take and take and take until there was nothing left. Not one thing left. The Germans had lost the war, wives lost husbands, mothers lost sons, children lost fathers and brothers and you had lost the love of your life.
What was there to gain from war except for pain?
Nothing more than selfish pride.
So now, you knelt where you were and cried for everything lost.