It's not Real!...Or is it ?(YANDERE COUNTRYHUMANS X READER)

Chapitre 45

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(Y/N) Pov:

Berlin's tour of the building was short. In fact, you wouldn't really call it a 'tour' since you visited most likely only 1/3 of the building... Berlin would stop every two doors and say it was private, Third Reich's businesses or sometimes wouldn't even muster a word. Like bro... Are you allowed to show me around or not?

Nevermind that, you wasted no time when he had to leave to just go in one of the rooms he actually showed you. You picked some papers and pen, and started writing. In every other timeline you came across, you did nothing to change the slightest detail of History. Maybe it was because you first thought it was a dream or because (B/F/N) was there or that you knew that you couldn't change what was written in the sketchbook.

However, now there is no dreams, no (B/F/N), and no sketchbook. Since changing major events would prevent your knowledge of the future, you would focus more on 'lesser' things such as maybe diminishing the total number of deaths by the end of the war? It would be rather...nice. After all, you had nothing to lose, and it wasn't like you couldn't do anything. You had direct contact with Third Reich, maybe you could try to influence him and do things behind his back.

And what if you got hurt? Honestly, you were a bit tired to always stay back just by fear of what could happen. Plus, you had those weird powers you kept forgetting, what could you do with them? You already healed Christoph and Berthold, you could maybe heal yourself. You had suspicions it was what happened at the explosion of German Empire's estate, where you found yourself without any scratches when waking up amongst ruins.

You also had some control over objects if you remember correctly where you would have fixed your and (B/F/N)'s phone in America. The first theory was that since you were the protagonist, you kinda had control over this universe? It sounds so confusing and unimaginable that you kept forgetting to use or try it.

Nevertheless you kept writing. You tried to remember everything about WW2 that you knew, you tried making timelines, adding some details, poorly drawn maps etc... You ended up with a nice stack of papers. You put them together and looked around. You had to find some kind of place to put them in. Those seemingly dull papers might be a real treasure if someone else reads it.

Not everyone has good intentions once they learn about the future, you were just taking the risk of writing these down only because it would be more proper and you surely won't forget a few things, as well as adding a few more if you remembered more in the following hours.

-"Where could I put those..."

You whispered under your breath and looked around, you found a sort of pouch to put the papers in, before walking out of the room, making sure not to attract much attention on the papers you were carrying. As you headed through the endless corridors, a few voices with different accents from a nearby room caught your attention. You tried not to get distracted to try and find an area where to put your precious papers but a familiar voice definitely made you turn around and approached the slightly open door.

'France...What is he doing here?' You wondered. You could recognise the voice, as annoying as ever. While thinking you got a slight idea of why he would be in an important Third Reich's building, but at the same time you were clueless as to why his voice sounded so nonchalant. Nevermind that, you wanted to tell him a few things.

After having hid the papers in your coat, you opened the door confidently and entered, eyes narrowing. However, your expectations fell when you found yourself not in a small room like you thought, but some big area with tables and couches. The kind of place that 'distinguished men' would use to talk about the current's philosophical ideas at the fireplace or something.