Scars of Conquest; Germany x Reader

Chapter 5 - What Was Created

LUDWIG

You are a soldier, Ludwig. Obey your orders. Obey your leader. Obey your country. Do not think. Do not feel. Do not love. Do you understand?

Ludwig sighs heavily, pressing the ice pack closer to his bruising cheek. And Y/n had walked away without breaking her hand...surprisingly.

"Sir!"

"Yes?" he asks, Y/n' s punch having grounded him in an amused state.

The young soldier straightens himself, eyes curiously scanning the office. Ludwig clears his throat. The boy immediately focuses back on him.

"Sir. The representatives have asked for permission to use one of the meeting rooms. They requested that it be private."

Ludwig snorts. A characteristic that shocks him and the soldier. "Throw them into one of our bugged rooms."

"Yes sir!" the boy chokes out. He quickly leaves but doesn't close the door. Ludwig rose slowly and pushed it shut.

He locks it and walks gently back to his desk.

Ugh. Ludwig. You're not a machine. You're a human being.

He flinches as her voice worms into his thoughts.

He wraps his large coat like a cloak around him as he settles back into his seat. Gently opening a drawer, he pulls out a pistol. Setting it out on a large cloth, he methodically begins to disassemble it. The reassemble it. Then disassemble it again.

He could do it in a few minutes. He could do it blindfolded. He could do it (like he was right then) with one hand. He could do it upside down. He could do it, half dead, lying in a ditch.

He thinks back to the time where he was forced to go without food and water until he had mastered the skill.

You're a machine, Ludwig. Fast, efficient, and you know exactly what to do to win.

The phone sitting on his desk begins to ring. He hits the speaker. "Yes?"

"Hello, West. The conversation has been going on for a while now and they haven't really said anything important. Do you still want to join?"

"I expected you to contact me the moment it started."

"Ja, vhatever," Gilbert sneers in his crappy accent. "I do vhat I vant to do, so I just didn't tell jou."

Ludwig hangs up on him.

He puts his pistol back in its drawer before sliding a small radio like object, that was sitting next to the phone, closer to him. He turns it on and it crackles for a bit before the trio's voices come in loud and clear.

"Wait," the secretary goes, "Why are we here again?"

The boss clears his throat. "It's simple, really. I want to know how much information we're willing to give to Germany in order to make this situation work."

The secretary actually contemplates the question when all Y/n does it laugh.

"Nothing! Well, was that question really necessary?"

There's the sound of flesh meeting flesh.

The secretary cries out. "What the hell! Y/n, are you alright?!"