Orders (Germany x Country!Reader)

Chapter 11 - Falling

You walked across the populated living room in America's house to an empty arm chair. You were stopped by America- who seemed to be rather jumpy... more so than usual. He was rattling on about something nervously, and you stopped him.

"Is something wrong? You're acting differently than what I've seen..."

It was then that you felt a sharp pain in the back of your head and the world suddenly went black.

You then saw that you were in same room that you watched your father die in. You felt your throat involuntarily tighten. He weakly was sitting in the chair, asking you to once more promise him to never show fear. You felt yourself whispering an "I promise" once again. Your vision suddenly twisted, and you were in your father's chair.

"Oh gosh," you allowed yourself to think. You naturally screamed and tried to leave the chair to get your weapons across the room on an isolated table- only to find your wrists and ankles were bound with heavy metal chains to the chair. "Why is it always this? Why can I never stop reliving this?"

Giving up hopes on escape, you allowed your body and mind to succumb to the cold chains and the chair. This was it- you were going to die the same death your father died. You hung your head in defeat and closed your eyes. You had no defense against this.

Your eyes suddenly shot open. You knew you were back in reality- that it had just been a dream. Again. Question was: Where were you? All you could see was burlap. You didn't remember getting here... Or hearing turbines... Or being exceptionally cold. You tried to remember what happened last.

The last thing you remember was talking to America in his living room, who was acting weird. You heard mumbling on the right of you, and strained to hear it. You then heard a distinctly loud and obnoxious laugh. America's.

"America!" you yelled to nowhere in particular. "If this is your idea of a joke, it's not very funny!"

The burlap sack opened above you, and you turned your (E/C) eyes upwards to meet England's green eyes. He smiled.

"Hello, love, I see you're awake now," he said. He grabbed you from underneath your arms and helped you out of the bag, which made you realize your wrists were in handcuffs.

Taking in your surroundings, you realized you were on a war supply plane with the door open, and noticed England, who was still holding you by the arm, America, who was flying the plane, France, China, Canada, and Russia. Of course, Russia had to be here too. Great. You weren't armed either. Even better.

You narrowed your eyes at the men.

"I want an explanation, and I want it now." you demanded menacingly from the six men.

"Well, we wanted you as an ally- Russia said you were a good fighter." China explained.

You leaned your hips to one side.

"This wasn't exactly the way to go about doing it." you replied.

"Well... We also have reasons to believe that Germany has gotten close to you- even if he has labeled you as a 'prisoner.' So, we decided to use you as bait to get the Axis to give into our demands. Even if you don't ally with us." England continued.

You decided to play it off like you didn't have anything to do with Germany, giving a laugh.

"Do you guys really think Germany and I have something going on together? That's ridiculous."

It was at that moment that Germany, Italy, and Japan came through the open door on the plane. You were already mentally scolding them for coming.

Italy saw Russia and hid behind Germany, who had a handgun in his right hand. Japan was standing next to Germany with what looked like a katana.

"Hey- they showed up just like we thought they would!" America exclaimed.

England began to ask questions to Germany as he handed you over to Russia. He kept a tight grip on your arm.

"So, how are things with you and (Y/C/N)?" England asked, his words noticeably laced with poison. "Are they nice and comfortable?"

Germany narrowed his eyes at him.

"What are you talking about? She's a prisoner- not my lover," he coldly responded. You knew this was part of war- but a small portion of yourself doubted his previous care for you.

"That's not what Russia said," China began. "We were told that you attacked Russia when he was talking to (Y/C/N)."

He remained emotionless.

England then walked over to Russia.

"You and America throw her out- she serves no use to us anymore."

Your reflexes kicked in. You whipped your leg up and around and clocked Russia across the cheek with your foot. He loosened his grip on you, and you slightly climbed his back to slide your cuff chain over his throat. Terrified but concentrated, you pulled on his windpipe with the chain. He doubled over and flipped you off of his back while smiling.

By this time, America had made it over to the fight and tried to grab you by the waist and pick you up, but you cocked your elbow and slammed it backwards into his face at full force. He let go of you and stumbled backwards. You felt bad for hurting the two men- but this was war. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Russia then came towards you, and you used the metal part of the handcuffs to hit him across the other cheek. When you finished through the hit though, America grabbed your wrists with a strength you didn't believe possible. Russia proceeded to sweep your feet out from under you. As he reached down to grab your ankles, you landed a kick on his face, but he still managed to grab your ankles, and nearly crushed them in the process.

As you struggled, you looked over to see Germany watching. You could detect the smallest trace of sadness in his eyes as Russia and America picked you up and moved you to the open door of the plane. You then looked up at America.

"Dudette," he whispered, "I'm so sorry."

They then heaved you over the edge of the plane, and you freely fell through the sky, your hair billowing up and around your face. You felt your eyes widen in shock, but then closed your eyes- there was nothing you could do but accept it. Eventually, the air pressure caused your vision and mind to become hazy, and then everything went black.