Scars of Conquest; Germany x Reader

Chapter 1- What Was Left Behind

READER

            No one cares to save the foolish.  Because they are the foolish and the weak and the powerless.

            No one cares.

            It's raining again.  Just like that day where you had left for good.  When you had finally looked the wolf in the eye and realized you weren't ever going to play the role of the lamb.  There was no fixing what had happened.  So, in the end, there was never a chance to go back.

            Your thin fingers wrap a white and blue scarf around your neck to hide the necklace that you always kept there.  You were ashamed of the necklace in a way.  It had a gem the color of baby blue and a chain that was such a light gold it could have been blonde.

            You were ashamed that after all this time you didn't forget.  You had promised to forget.

            Maybe things like this aren't meant to be forgotten.

            Six years ago you were kidnapped and sent to Germany.

            Four years ago you were saved from the camp your captors had built.

            Two years ago you took your place as the personification of this country.

            You continue to change as you pace around the room.  A glance is shot to the rain stained window.  Winter had come.

            You walk out of the room, adjusting your sapphire suit, and quickly pounding on the door next to yours.

            "Hey, kid!  Wake up, I need to take you over to Vivian and Leon!"

            "Don't forget Aunty Alice!"

            You roll your eyes.  That was one person that you would never forget.  You weren't a big fan of a stalker random townsperson dropping off a young child at your door, blathering about how the two of you were related.

            I'm sorry, that's just creepy.

            The child was now in your custody.  "Lily," you hiss, using her given name, "I thought you told me you could take care of yourself."

            "I know!" she cries from inside her room.  The door suddenly slams open as your e/c eyed sister grins.

            You force the smile on your face.

            Alice was really pushing it.  You wonder if you're ever going to be able to deal with Lily at all.  She was growing up and you were a bomb waiting to explode again.

            Lily was born after you and your older sister Lucy had been kidnapped.  But now that Lucy was dead, Alice was really, really pushing your temper.

            You turn away, mumbling something incoherent under your breath, and head down the stairs to the first floor.  Lily tugs on your jacket.  "You're going on another job?"

            Turning back around, a heavy sigh passes through your lips as you look at the five-year-old.  You wish someone else would deal with her.  Lucy was ten when she died.  If Lucy was here –

            You paused your thought.  The words slide easily out of your mouth from years of learning hesitation could lead to death.  "Yeah, sorry, but this one's actually important."

            "If it's as important as the last one you could wait a few days, right?" Lily asks.  You crouch down to eye level with her.

            "Kid.  We're sandwiched between South [Country Name] who wants to murder our asses and Germany, who incidentally, also wants to murder our asses.  So, no, we can't wait."