🫶🏽Alan Gratz one-shots🫶🏽

💋ℳℐ𝒞ℋℰ𝒜ℒ:𝒫ℛ𝒪𝒥ℰ𝒞𝒯 1065💋

⚠️TW: Mention of the Nazis, Hitler⚠️
•DURING WWII-1942 (BEFORE FRITZ DIED)•

Michael's perspective:

I had just gotten back from another dinner with Nazis. I hates acting like I agreed with them, but I had to if I didn't want my family to end up in jail.

Or worse.

Ma was just coming back into Da's study, with a sandwich and a glass of milk for Simon. Simon was an RAF (Royal Air Force) pilot I had found in a secluded farm area during my Hitler Youth work. He had been shot down, and it was my troop's job to find him. I couldn't let those rabid Hitler clones find him first, so I worked quickly and found him soon. Now, back home, I was sitting in a chair yawning as I listened to Ma and Da talk with Simon.
"We need to get you out of here soon, Simon." Da said, and Ma nodded. "I'll get you out of here as soon as possible. I'll get you connected to my network and get you a safe rout." I could hear Simon thanking my parents, but I was too tired to care. I ended up falling asleep in the chair and waking up in my room where Da had carried me in the night. I had to get up for school. But I didn't really care about school. Nazi school was a joke. We really just spent most of the time playing games, doing physical education, and other stuff like that. I didn't want to be late and risk being bullied by the other boys, so I got up. I put on my long-sleeved white shirt, my brown shorts, and red Nazi armband with a black swastica inside of a white circle. I hate the uniform, but I have to wear it for the sake of my family's cover. If you haven't figured it out already, my family and I are spy's for the Allies. My Da is the Irish ambassador to Germany, and we are one of the only countries with an embassy in Nazi Germany. Ireland is neutral, so no one would suspect anything. We had just gotten out of a war with England anyways, so we decided to sit this one out.
     On my way to school, I noticed a girl around my age, wearing the uniform of the Bund Duestur Madel (A/N: I don't have my book with me so don't mind the spelling) and her long brown hair tied in two French braids. She looked really pretty. I turned away and blushed right when she looked at me. I couldn't let her see me. I slightly turned my head to see her looking right at me and blushing too. We both went our separate ways, but I couldn't stop thinking about her all day.
     When I arrived in class, I sat down next to my friend, Fritz. He could see I was still blushing. "Michael, why are you blushing? What happened?" He asked. I told him all about the girl. "She had brown hair, the most gorgeous blue eyes I have ever seen, and even the way she walks is graceful!"
"Wow," Fritz replied, his eyes a little wide in shock. "You seem to really like this girl. You should try talk to her after school!"
     I brightened. That was a great idea! I nodded and grinned to Fritz in agreement as class started. As class droned on, I practiced what I would say to her. "Hi, I'm Michael," I thought. "Do you want to be friends?" No, that would be stupid. I put my head in my hands and sighed. If this girl had any sense, she wouldn't like me. No! I thought. I can't like her! All the people in this land are Nazis. I have to stop thinking about her.

     As I was walking home, I saw The Girl come up to me. "Hi! I'm Y/N. I noticed you, Uhm, looking at me earlier, and I... come on, Y/N, just do it!"
I looked at Y/N, my head tilted as she struggled to find words for whatever she was going to say. She suddenly got closer to me, and said quickly, "Will you be my boyfriend?"
I stood there, shocked. Did she just ask me to be her boyfriend?
"Y-yes! Yeah, of course!" I replied. I saw her eyes light up and she shyly walked over to me.
"So, since we're official, you won't mind if I..."
She suddenly gave me a light peck on the cheek and dashed off. I blushed wildly, my hand tenderly reaching up to my cheek. I lightly touched the spot where she kissed me, my fingers shaking gently. I stood there, standing in my Hitler Youth uniform. I hated Hitler, hated hated hated that man. But how could I love someone who could possibly be rabid for the single thing I do passionately hated?

⚡️WORD COUNT: 824⚡️

A/N: Sorry for how long this is!! I love Michael for some reason, so this is a bit longer 😂