Topic: Aftermath of German invasion of Norway. Basically Norway and Reich arguing
Characters: Norway, Reich, Wehrmacht
Warning: WW2, Third Reich. (obviously)Enjoy.
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1940, Narvik
Kingdom of Norway, or Kongeriket Norge sat on the wooden chair in the tense and somber meeting room, his gaze fixed on the two Germans across from him.
Sitting right across from him was Germany, or Third Reich, his expression devoid of any regret or any emotion that showed doubt, Instead, his expression showed that he didn't care, almost like he was bored.
Beside him was his trusty Armed Forces personification Wehrmacht, who was sitting straight with a neutral expression, his eyes focused on the Norwegian personification.
They had agreed to meet due to Norway's complaints. He can't comprehend that his country, neutral, was attacked by the bastards in front of him. Couldn't they read? Couldn't they, most importantly, think? It's almost as if they're completely ignoring Norway's status as a neutral country.
Or maybe that's exactly what's happening.
"Good day, Germans." Norway greeted bitterly, his tone clearly sarcastic, but Reich seemed to be amused of it.
"Let's get to the point here, you invaded my country for no reason! We declared neutrality remember? Yet you still attack us, that is a breach of our neutrality!" Norway yelled, he was visibly upset, and his eyes narrowing, trying to contain his emotions but ultimately failed.
"Attack? Invade? What are these, Norwegen?" Reich’s voice was laced with mock surprise, his tone dripping with feigned hurt and innocence. "You seem to not get it—we're protecting you from the British."
That was the last straw.
"Protecting, protecting?!" Norway's voice rose, his fist crashing against the table. Glasses and papers jolted off, shattering across the floor, the sharp sound slicing through the tense room. Wehrmacht flinched, just barely, his eyes narrowing as he registered Norway's fury.
Norway leaned forward, his face mere inches from the so-called thousand-year empire.
In an instant, Wehrmacht's body tensed. Almost reflexively, he rose, stepping in front of Reich and lifting an arm to shield him. Norway hesitated, his defiant expression wavering as Wehrmacht’s presence forced him back a step. But then, with a quiet, commanding gesture, Reich placed a hand on Wehrmacht’s shoulder, wordlessly signaling him to stand down.
Wehrmacht obeyed without question, settling back into his chair, though his sharp gaze never left Norway, tracking every sign of fury in the Norwegian's stance.
Norway's gaze was intense as he looked between Reich and Wehrmacht, chest heaving. "Your so-called protection—" he spat the word, "has brought nothing but destruction to my lands."
Reich only tilted his head, a small, unfazed smile playing on his lips. "Oh, such ingratitude." He said, his tone mocking. "You'll thank us one day. Europe must be… unified." His voice was calm, almost patronizing, as though he were addressing a child who didn't yet understand the world.
Norway's fingers clenched around the edge of the table. "Unified," he repeated, his voice expressing disbelief. "Is that what you call silencing those who resist you?"
Wehrmacht shifted in his seat, his jaw tightening. Though bound to serve Reich, there was a flicker of something—regret? Frustration?—in his expression as he watched the Norwegian. His hands, resting on the table, were tense, fingers drumming in slow, barely noticeable movements
Reich leaned back, folding his arms with a satisfied demeanor. "Resistance is simply... misinformed loyalty. It’s a barrier to progress. And we are here to bring progress, Norwegen, whether you see it yet or not."
Norway's eyes flicked to Wehrmacht, his lips twisting with disdain. "And you? Does this 'progress' mean anything to you? Or are you just another weapon Reich uses without question?”
For a moment, something sparked in Wehrmacht's eyes—a flicker of conflict, quickly suppressed. He glanced at Reich, as if seeking permission to speak, but the empire remained silent, watching with an inscrutable gaze. Wehrmacht's face hardened, his voice cold and automatic as he finally replied, "My loyalty is to the Reich. It is not my place to question."
But even as he said it, his gaze dropped slightly, this slight hesitation was noticed by Norway.
Norway leaned back, "Then perhaps you’re as much a prisoner as I am."
Reich's mouth twisted in a faint smirk, but his eyes had something resembling threat. "Enough. We are not here to debate ideals, Norway." His voice was low, dangerous. "You can accept our terms, or we will find… other ways to make you a part of this empire."
Norway stiffened, "I will never serve you."
Reich's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing, only nodding to Wehrmacht. The silent command was clear. With a reluctant nod, Wehrmacht, ushering Norway toward the exit.
But as Norway moved to leave, he glanced back, one last spark of defiance visible on his expression. "Mark my words, Tyskland. One day, you'll fall. You and everything you've built. Your ideals won't last long. And remember, it's your own hands that brought you to destruction."
Wehrmacht's gaze lingered on Norway as he exited, his expression blank, unreadable—but a shadow of doubt passed over his face, showing his hesitation and doubt to the cause."
Reich, however, only chuckled softly, the sound echoing coldly through the room. "That pathetic Norwegen, he'll learn eventually. And I'll make the greatest empire ever built—" He then stood up, walking towards Wehrmacht, grinning. "and you know what? No one can stop me."
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5 years later: literally fucking dies.Well howdy y'all :D
I had a sudden motivation and I immediately use it to write this idea that I had in mind for a while.. It's shorter than expected, though. It's supposed to have some physical confrontation but.. I'm gonna save writing combat for a real oneshot about battles or something-as always, have a great day! :)
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