Orders (Germany x Country!Reader)

Chapter 8 - Greetings at the World Meeting

One plane trip later, you were with the Axis standing in front of a gigantic house, to which Germany was ringing the doorbell.

A honey-blonde man that was slightly shorter than Germany swung open the door rather quickly.

"Yo dudes, you made it!" The man yelled, then turned and looked at you with wide blue eyes. "Wait a sec- who's the dudette?"

"Me?" You said, pointing to yourself.

"America, this is (Y/C/N). (Y/C/N), America." Germany said while slightly frowning.

"Cool- nice to meet ya! Come on in, the others are in the meeting room!"

"Uh, nice to meet you too," you spoke while following Germany, Japan, and Italy into the house.

"So this is America... Okay..." you thought.

You followed them into a large room with multiple chairs around an oblong table. There were many people- some conversating, some keeping to themselves. You decided to separate from the group and walk to a less populated portion of the room. Some of the other countries looked at you as you passed them. You noticed a man with shoulder-length blonde hair walking towards you while smiling.

"Oh, who might you be?" he questioned, smoothly wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You didn't like the feeling you were getting from this man.

"I could ask you the same," you coolly spoke, pushing his arm off and away while glaring at him.

"Ohonhon, feisty are we, mademoiselle? I am the handsome France."

"LEAVE HER ALONE, YOU CHEESY MONKEY!" You heard someone yell in the distance.

"SHUT UP, BLACK SHEEP OF EUROPE! SHE OBVIOUSLY ENJOYS MY COMPANY!" He yelled in return as he was attacked by a man with a green outfit.

Unsure of what to do, you backed away before bumping into someone. Turning around to apologize, you saw a familiar face looming high above yours.

"Privyet- we have met before, da?"

You blinked once.

"Not that I can recall, no," you lied. "Sorry about bumping into you."

He flashed the same childish smile you saw when he attacked Prussia.

"Hmmm..." He studied you for a second. You remembered your father's dying wish for fearlessness and you immediately straightened your posture and looked him in the eye as he gave a slight chuckle. "My name is Russia."

"Oh okay." You decided not to give him your name- you didn't want someone like him to know part of your past, what you looked like, and your name. Your thoughts were then interrupted by someone laying a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, I need you over here for a moment."

You turned to look at the person to see Germany, not looking at you but rather at Russia.

"Okay, sure," you replied, glad to have a reason to leave Russia.

You followed Germany to the other side of the room. He then turned to face you.

"I wouldn't talk to him if I were you," he spoke in a whisper. "He-"

You cut him off.

"I know that was who attacked Prussia. Besides, why does it matter to you who I talk to?" You whispered in reply.

He turned a light pink as he looked at you.

"That's not the point," he quickly stated. "Just don't talk to him."

"Fine. Not like I enjoyed talking to him anyways."

You turned and walked away from him, only to have a heavy arm slung across your shoulders.

"So dudette," America thundered above you, "are you and the Axis allies?"

You scoffed out loud at the thought. He stopped walking (making you stop) and grinned at you.

"Then that means you're allies with us!"

"Excuse me?" you replied. "I'm not allies with anyone!"

"...then why are you with the Axis?"

You sighed.

"Germany took me prisoner, and I need to escape but he hid my weapons. So I'm stuck with the Axis until I find my weapons or this war is over, whichever comes first."

He stood still for a second, seemingly absorbing your words. He then yelled "I'M THE HERO!" before throwing you over his shoulder and attempting to run out of the room.

This wasn't what you meant by trying to find help at the world conference.

You gritted your teeth, kicked, and tried to pry his arm off of your waist as he ran through the room. An angry Germany was not far behind. As a last resort, you began screaming and hitting his back like any helpless girl would do in such a situation.

"You're not helping this escape, (Y/C/N)," America yelled at you.

You finally landed a kick on his face, making him stop and put you down. Looking around, you were both in the long hallway outside the conference room.

"Look, I'm sorry I had to kick your face," you began as he poked his nose to see how much it hurt. "It's not like I can leave- Germany still has my weapons. I appreciate the effort though."

Germany, red-faced, appeared in the hallway.

"WHAT WAS THAT?"

America laughed obnoxiously and walked towards Germany.

"Lighten up dude, I was just being funny."

Germany sighed and looked at you.

"The meeting starts in five minutes."