One Last Chance [Countryhumans! Germany x Reader Fanfic]

Chapter 5

The group of survivors were forced onto their knees, raising their hands up above their heads as the Nazi ordered his henchmen to check them for any weapons.

One by one, each country and organization was being checked, handcuffed, and loaded into a truck.

New Zealand glared into the enemy's eyes with no emotion, following his every move until he crouched down in front of the young country.

"All of this is your fault, you know?" He attempted to degrade the country. "If you hadn't acted so suspicious, none of this would have happened. I mean, I'm glad this happened, because now I know East Germany and Weimar are alive! Maybe British Empire was right, you are worthless and weak.~"

"..."

Reich cupped his chin, grinning.

"Giving me the silent treatment, huh? Very well..." He pulled his hand away roughly, his dangerously sharp claw-like finger accidentally digging into New Zealand's cheek, leaving a big scar.

The small country hissed in pain, holding onto his bleeding cheek.

"Oops.~"

Third Reich walked off, smirking and chuckling as he headed towards East Germany and Weimar.

New Zealand stared at the ground, a sad frown forming on his face as he thought about what the man said.

Was this all really his fault?

No, it wasn't his fault.

Or maybe it was...

It was like a war was going on in his mind, the voices in his head fighting for whether it was his fault for getting the rest of the survivors caught, or whether it was not.

"ATTACKKKKK!!!!!!"

A feminine voice shouted from within the trees of the forest surrounding the camp.

Reich sprinted and rolled over behind the truck, pressing his back against the black painted metal making up the exterior of the vehicle.

Smoke bombs and tear gas was thrown into the crowd, making it impossible to see who or what the attackers were.

New Zealand felt himself getting scooped up off the ground and taken away from all of the commotion.

The smoke seemed to have cleared up, and all he could see were trees, shrubs, bushes, dirt, and other plants.

Whoever had him ran rather quickly; the chaos, the shooting, all of the loud noises had suddenly gotten quieter the further he got from the battlefield.

Eventually, his mysterious rescuer stopped at another campsite, where many other tents, cars and cabins were set up with other people running around, entering and exiting the buildings and tents.

"I've got one!"

"Put them in T1-A!"

The country was brought into a tent, where his savior lay him down.

Two other persons rushed in with medical supplies, instantly getting to work.

"Hey, you alright?" His savior asked.

"Y-yeah, I think." NZ's vision was slightly blurry.

More shouting was heard outside the tent he was in, people running around and helping each other out as even more countries and organizations were brought in.

"Who are y-you guys?"

The three people continued on with their work, healing and checking for any other wounds and scribbling down important notes on their clipboards.