Sweet Nothing: Germany x Reader

Chapter Ten: Attempt to Free

It was nearly night time when I realized it; I hadn't seen Juliet the entire day. I ransacked the whole complex looking for her, but where ever she was, she was hiding quite skillfully. I asked Japan, Italy, and even briefly asked Germany, he was extremely intimidating. His blue eyes piercing my soul like daggers. I simply poked my head in his study, and saw him sitting behind his desk wearing spectacles and my began to sprit. He looked up at me and I felt dizzy. Perhaps I was still angered by last night, I needed to calm down, but it just wasn't happening.

"Uh, have you....seen Juilet?" I questioned my voice sounding odd even to my own ear.

"No," he answered boldly. His words seemed to be firm and concrete, like cement. There was no breaking him, he was a man of steel-Superman! No, okay.

"Um, oh." I responded shyly and slid back on the other side of the door frame so he wouldn't see me. Sighing, as I felt my heart pounding against my chest. I need some fresh air, I told myself. Walking towards the door past the kitchen where Japan sat explaining mahjong to Italy. They looked up seeing that I began slipping on my jacket and boots.

"Where are you going?" Italy asked.

"To look for Juilet." I responded as I began to exit closing the door behind me.

The twilight was amazing. The deepest ocean blues splashed around the clear grass that lead to the wood ahead. I placed my hands in my pocket and wrinkled my nose, it was getting cold offly quick. I continued to walk closer to the darkening wood feeling a bit anxious. I wanted to find Juliet and go back to the house, I was completely and unfortunately afraid of the dark. My strides began accelerating as my fears increased. When I was finally inside of the cold and creepy wood, I only felt more uneasy. Why was I filled with such fears? What is going on with me? Pushing my childish thoughts behind, I continued through the wood, dodging and ducking so I would not hit the prickling, merciless tree branches. It was a while before I realized that I had not been calling for Juliet sighing I began calling to her.

"Juliet!" I called. "Come out, come out wherever you are!" No response, it was completely silent. It continued like this for another few minutes until I could clearly see the moon fully suspended in the air. Fear built up inside of me, perhaps she had just gotten home and I wondered the wood unnecessarily. Maybe they were looking for me now. Maybe I was the one lost, I whipped around and saw that the clear meadow was no longer behind me. I twisted and turned and looked all around, occasionally bruising myself, my heart was completely haywire as it raced and fought in my chest. I felt like I had just walked into the never ending maze that would, well obviously, never end. I was cold and it was too dark to navigate, and without stars in sight, I had no luck. I was completely lost. Sighing I turned around and laid my head on a tree, and began tearing up. I had only been lost once in my life. When I was seven and one of those large countries tried to kidnap me. I remember how hard my father fought for me, he wouldn't let anyone take me. He was protective of me. He cared about me. He loved me, so deeply more than anyone in the axis manor, more than Germany. My tears had stained the ground under me and my hand had become scrapped and scratched even more. Blood was sprinkled throughout my arms and legs, and I was still cold despite that I was covered by a jacket. I stood up again and wiped the tears from off of my eyes. Now was not the time to act like a child. I knew that if I turned back I would not be able to find my way, there was only one way to go and that was forward. I continued to walk for what seemed like ages, and never seemed to get anywhere. The same type of tree, the same colored leaves, the same hopelessness they carried ever where I stepped. As if they were telling me that was getting no where. Perhaps they were right I was getting no where. But the again they were wrong! In the distance I saw the beaming light of a gas powered lamp, gleaming through my imagination and becoming a stunning reality. I found it, a place, CIVILIZATION! Words can not express the amount of joy I felt in my heart. I quickly dashed towards the scene, beaming with happiness. I would be free! Free from the torture of the prickly pines and sharp fruitless trees, free. Once I had reached the end of the forest I came to the beginning of a dirt road. I looked up to see a sign made of dark tree bark of some sort. I looked up at it and read what had been curved into it with a knife, Dachau. I proceeded to walk towards the tall metal gates.

"Hello," I called. "Is anyone in there?" No response. "Hello." I called even louder. "HE--" I was grabbed by the mouth to be silenced then pulled by the stomach back into the thick wood. My eyes widened, Germany.

"Be quiet." It was a woman. My heart beat fell after realizing that I was being held close by someone else. The woman released herself from me and looked into my face, Juilet.

"Thank goodness you're safe." I said as I gave her a hug. "What in the world were you doing out here?"

"I need to free them."

"Free who?"

"The prisoners."

"What prisoners?"

"The ones being held captive in that concentration camp." I looked back up at the sign, that was a concentration camp.

"How many are in there."

"Over a two thousand."

"We can't save then all."

"Why not?" Juilet cried

"Because we're not an army, and we're not strong, and we don't even have a set strategy. They'll just gun us down or capture us." I explained to her. "We don't stand a chance."

"I don't care!" She cried. She pushed past me and stood behind the bushes that separated us from the open. "If you won't help me I'm going in on my own." Before she could move any further I pulled her back by the shoulder and tossed her down right on top of the thick roots of a tree.

"Sorry about this." I trusted a hard punch right in the center of her cheek. She was out cold. I gently carried her unconscious body and headed away from the concentration camp where I could hear the voices of German officers approaching. Once we were back into the woods safe from harm another problem arose: we were lost. I placed her down laying her back gently against the truck of a tree as I sat opposite of her. I should have asked her for directions or something, surely if she had come all the way put here to free the prisoners, she must have know the way back home. Darn my luck. I sighed and realized I would get no where simply remembering my failure. I stood up and tried once again to pick Juliet up, but it was harder this time. She was a lot heavier and all my energy and strength had abandoned me. For the next quarter mile or so, I struggled aimlessly with her, feeling as if walking in repeated squares (cause I only made sharp turns, for what ever reason). I felt my feet give up on my and my lungs choking me instead of helping me. My heart was attempting to burst out of my chest and on to the wood's ground beneath my tattered black--now brown-- combat boots. I was covered in sweat and dirt and blood and I smelled like a pig and looked like one too. Juliet was not much better, her plain dark grey dress was ripped in numerous places and stained with dry blood. Her wavy hair that I remember being elegant and well kept, was destroyed and desastorous. We were both tired and worn out, and I was starting to give up. I collapsed in the dirt and my head was pounding, I tried to get up, but it was no use I was down for the count. I had not a single breath to even call for help. I was dehydrated, hungry--should have grabed an apple--tired and lost. There was no way I could do it. Juliet's attempt to free hadn't even gotten past stage zero and we were both about to die for it. With hopeless thoughts that danced inside my head, my eyes began to give up. I was about to die without achieving a single thing in life, besides being an idiot. As I said my goodbyes to this world, a familiar green flashed across my face, coming towards me, and then I was gone.