Twisting Past: Old Countryhumans X Reader

Chapter 49: The Final Battle

Germany-1943
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1st POV

I paced back and forth in my room with Poland on my bed nervously, looking at me. It's been like this ever since we got here, and I've grown restless, all the scenarios and possibilities going through my head like wildfire.

'What if something bad happens?'

'What if Soviet kills Berlin or harms the kids???'

'What will happen when I come back..?'

"Augh!!! I can't handle this anymore! I have to go out!" I shouted, punching a mirror as it was then shattered to pieces and the glass dinging into my fist.

"Y/N! Calm down! You've only just got here. It's been 6 days since you came back to Russia and 5 days since you've stayed in St. Petersburg!" Poland said, immediately running off to get the first aid kit before tending to my hand. Removing the glass, I hiss at the pain. He dabs liquid to help clean the cuts, and he wraps the bandages around them.

"Thank you, Poland." I sighed. He took me to my bed and made me sit down.

"I know with Soviet things like this don't turn out well but have faith. He's doing everything he can to fight against Third Reich." The country said, his calming and soothing voice putting me at ease.

"It's just..."

"Stress, fear, anxiety... I know."

Later that night, I stared at the ceiling as I heard Poland softly snoring next to me. The urge to leave was growing stronger, and I couldn't handle it anymore. My guts were screaming at me to leave.

So I got up from my bed and took out my military uniform, I put it on, and afterward, I went to the desk to write a note for the household. I gently open the window, letting the cold air in. I snap my head to Poland's sleeping form. Surprisingly, not being affected by the cold. I went over to him and gave him a small kiss on his forehead before leaving through the window.

The snow softened my fall a bit. At this point, I got used to falling so that it doesn't phase me anymore.

"You forgot supplies for the war." A soft voice said from behind me, I jumped a bit as I then looked over at St. Petersburg.

"How long have you been out here???"

"I just got out here, I was wondering what all those footsteps upstairs were about. But I guessed, right?" He casually said as he held the only light in his hand with the other hand holding a backpack I always used.

"You'll be needing this, I packed what's needed. Also, including weapons such as ammo, handgun, and first-aid. You know all the good stuff. And also packed food." The city then tossed the bag over to me, I picked it up and wrapped it around my back.

"Thank you, St. Petersburg. I'll come back," I vowed.

"Don't promise something you're not going to keep.." He warned, "but I wish you the best of luck." He then leaves inside.

I let out a soft sigh before leaving the mansion and heading back into war.
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Germany-1945

3rd POV