The Night the Walls Came Down

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by Coffee_Roles

by Coffee_Roles

Requested by multishipper_fricku

Britain x Third reich

Normal Au (just nothing it's normal no wars and stuff like thier just normal people)

And it's my first time hearing this ship

Angst + Fluff
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The air in the house crackled with tension. Britain and the Third Reich, usually inseparable, were locked in a heated argument. A disagreement over something trivial – maybe a misplaced book, or a disagreement about the best way to brew tea – had escalated into a full-blown fight.

The Third Reich, impulsive as ever, was fueled by a surge of anger. He didn't mean to, but in the heat of the moment, he accidentally hit Britain, sending him stumbling back. Britain landed hard against the wall, a sharp gasp escaping his lips.

The silence that followed was deafening. Britain, shaken and hurt, looked up at the Third Reich, his gaze a mixture of pain and disappointment. He didn't say a word, simply turned away and walked out of the room, leaving the Third Reich standing there, consumed by guilt and remorse.

The Third Reich tried everything to apologize. He offered gifts – a beautiful flower he found in the garden, a hand-painted charm that reminded him of Britain – but all were met with a stoic silence. He even tried to help Britain with his tasks, but Britain politely declined, his gaze fixed on anything but the Third Reich.

The house, once a haven of laughter and shared moments, felt cold and empty. The Third Reich wandered through the rooms, his heart heavy with regret. He couldn't bear the thought of Britain sleeping alone, his heart aching with the weight of his mistake.

As the night fell, he crept into Britain's room, finding him lying in bed, his face etched with quiet sorrow. He carefully climbed in beside him, wrapping his arms around Britain's waist and burying his face in his shoulder. He whispered a heartfelt "I'm sorry," his voice thick with emotion, and drifted off to sleep, clinging to Britain as if his life depended on it.

The next morning, Britain woke to the feeling of the Third Reich's warm embrace. He could feel the rise and fall of his chest, the gentle rhythm of his breath. He couldn't help but feel a flicker of warmth in his chest, even as he tried to ignore the feeling. The Third Reich, still asleep, murmured Britain's name in his sleep, his voice a soft, rumbling whisper. Britain's heart melted, and he couldn't help but smile.

He gently pushed the Third Reich away, but not before leaving a light kiss on his forehead. The Third Reich stirred, his eyes opening to meet Britain's. A silent understanding passed between them, a shared acknowledgment of the unspoken emotions that lingered in the air.

The day had been filled with conflict and hurt, but as the sun rose, painting the sky with hues of hope, a new dawn seemed to break in their relationship. The fight, the apology, the silent night – all had brought them closer, revealing the depth of their affection for one another. The house, once a place of conflict, had become a sanctuary of love and understanding.
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Hope you enjoyed im not exactly sure if this is what you expected

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