((Cover art belongs to me. My Own AU. Feel free to use it in stories but credit me.))
When Germany is sent off to boarding school and his roommate happens to be Russia, someone that he has been told to despise all his life, will they get along?
Unfortunately these bois will be on their cramps for a while. Sorry if it's a little uncomfortable.
WARNINGS: mentions of Third Reich, mentions of abuse/rape, angst and shouting from Germany, mild panicking (why did I write milk panicking).
--Germany's POV--
I groaned as I spread across the floor, grumbling to myself in German as I pressed my cheeks against the cold floor. It helped, since I had screamed for some reason when I was offered painkillers, and the countries that were there had given up and walked back out. Suddenly, the floor was not cold anymore. Weird. I moved around to find the best spot before I slowly crawled across the floor to Russia and hugged his leg, groaning at the coldness.
"Russland..." I groaned again as he weakly lifted me up before I hugged him around his chest. "Zo cold..." He nodded and wrapped his arms around me, and I just leaned against him. Having someone be a walking ice cube really helped. I didn't care how people saw us, it was just nice and cold and it helped numb the pain in my body and stop my tremors. A knock on the door only got a grunt from the two of us and the door opened with Canada I think, since my glasses were off but it was still hard to mistake his height, a couple of other people standing behind him. He stared and almost walked back out. "Kanada...nein...sday..." He hesitantly came in with the other people and I didn't move.
"Germany, are you sure-" Definately Canada.
"Ja, it's okay, Russland is cold. Cold iz good." I snuggled more into Russia, not even caring about how many people filed into the room. I kept close to Russia, who at this point was asleep sitting up again. I gently leaned him against the wall and sighed, finally realising how many people were around. I wasn't able to properly count, but there was more than free. I felt cold metal in my hands, and reached up to my face slowly, slipping my glasses on. I immediately tensed at how many people were there, and automatically shrunk as my eyes met the USSR's. From memory, I expected them to be cold, hard and stern. I guessed Russia was right when he said that his father had changed. They were a lot softer than I remembered. Still cold to the normal person, but not as much as they used to be. They also had a weird shine to them, though I had guessed it was partly due to me hugging his son tightly. Deep down, he was a little like Japan except only with his children. Kind of disturbing, but also kind of not. The others that were there was the five heads, Canada ((we can't forget about maple boi)), and for some reason, Austria-Hungry. Why his great grand-father was there, he had no idea.
"Germany." UN talked, and I relaxed a little. He always made people relaxed, unlike the EU. Damn, that man was annoying.
And to think I had to work for him once I left school made it worse.
"Germany, we've been thinking of what to do...we need to find where your father is...none of us would have any idea of where to start looking for him apart from yourself and Soviet...and I don't want to send up Soviet on his own." I started to get what they wanted.
"So, basically you're trusting a 6-month student who was always told to be untrusted to go with the man that my father said to hate and basically yell out Vater until he either blows himself up again or kidnap me?"
"The kidnap part we would like to avoid, Germany..."
I sighed before feeling a boiling in my chest.
"Why not? Why not! This is probably the most schiesse thing that happened so far, why not let myself become vergewaltigungsköder (rape bait) ((tell me if this is wrong, I used google translate)) for my stück scheiße vater! (piece of shit father!)" I started to get angry, and I had no idea why, but I stole Russia's cold blanket and wrapped it around myself before curling up and flopping to the side. I kept ranting loudly, hitting the walls a couple of times before ending up in my knees and sniffling into my knees. I felt that familiar Canadian pat and whimpered louder.
"Done?" I slowly nodded, still not understanding how my head was starting to flip between everything so fast but trying to calm down. "I have no idea what you said, I don't speak enough German, but rest assured nothing will happen...you will have Soviet with you...I know you have been told to not trust him but I think you know the difference."
Lets just say, 4 hours later with a lot of holding down to make me take painkillers and Russia finally waking up and making me promise that I would text him every couple of hours, I was standing behind Soviet, fiddling with my jacket.
"Zir-"
"Soviet."
"Zoffiet, vy do I need all zis equip...equip..." I struggled with the word.
"Equipment? It's forrr safety. Stop fiddling and lets get moving. Sooner ve move out, sooner ve get back."
I nodded, and I followed him close behind as the bunker door opened. I covered my eyes, and hissed as I followed Soviet, gulping as I heard the bunker door close behind me. I slowly uncovered my eyes and followed Soviet, trying to ignore the damage already done to the school due to the rampage. I must say, the bunker was well sound proofed. I couldn't hear what had happened to the school, and as far as I could tell neither had anyone else. Windows had been smashed in, doors thrown off the hinges and my father had enjoyed himself with a can of spray paint. Everywhere. It was disgusting to look at, and it was oddly silent.
"I don't zink he's here, Zoffiet." He turned round before softly smiling.
"I'm glad ve zink alike zen. Yourrr house firrrst, and zen ve kan check his varrrious bunkerrrs and safe houses. I don't vant us splitting up, I doubt you kan handle yourrrself under poverrrs of him. Agrrreed?"
"Ja. If he kot Opa und Uropa, zen zere is nein chance for me." More silence. I kept glancing up at him, and he either didn't notice or didn't care. Probably the latter. After controlling 15 children for a while, I assumed you wouldn't get shifted by stares. "Vait, Zoffiet...how are ve koing to get zere?"
He turned to me once more, and there was that smile again. It was a lot like Russia's, controlled but not misleading. "Ve'rrre rrriding horrrses to edge of school borrrder, and zen kountrrries arrre meeting up vith us to eskorrrt us back." That made sense, apart from the fact that I had a prosthetic, and that I couldn't ride a horse.
Walking up to the stables, luckily that had been left alone. Two were mysteriously already tacked up for us, and Soviet had a check over of everything before lifting me onto the smaller horse. There were no stirrups on the saddle, apparently my cooporation had been planned in advance. Nice. Just what I needed whilst sitting on top of a 14 hands high piebald horse, to know that I was just a pawn. But I was sure that Soviet was involved with that, and that meant that I had some purpose. As I was thinking, I hadn't realised that my prosthetic had been pulled off and I immediately got embarrassed.
"Zoffiet-"
"I don't vant it falling off. Ve kouldn't find stirrrups to fit yourrr prrrosthetic unforrrtunately." He put it into his bag strapped to the back of his horse before looking over at me after getting on his own horse. "Just hold on and you'll do fine. You have kalm sirrre zerrre, he'll take you easy. Ve von't be doing anything faster zan valk, zey'rrre not T-90s." I chuckled a little before grabbing onto a chunk of the mane out of nervousness.
EYO DUDES!! You've probably noticed, but I finally made a cover! Enjoy the enlarged version of it as Art of the Day!
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Be careful my dudes, even though the covid cases are down in the UK they are still rampant in other parts of the world.
