Scars of Conquest; Germany x Reader

Chapter 8 - Made of White Gloves

READER

You have no clue what the bloody hell was going on. Your eyes slide over to Ludwig who looks just as confused. Your eyes slide to the other side to see Gilbert, who also was visibly showing his confusion.

You try to smile but it turns into a grimace. The hair was rising on the back of your neck as you try to press yourself deeper into your chair. It was late and you had a horrible feeling about this.

"We kill the person who orchestrates the entire escape and we still get yelled at," Gilbert grumbles. "How fair is this?"

"Technically, I killed her," you say out loud, hoping your voice wasn't shaking. You were having slight déjà vu as you sat there sandwiched between the two males. Maybe it was like the time when Roderich had flipped shit because you had all accidentally burned his music papers...

"How's your wound?" Ludwig asks gruffly.

Your head sort of dips as you look down at your stomach. You did get bandages that were currently being covered by one of the only white starched shirts that you had left. If you kept this up, you would burn through all your suits before you could even head home.

Not like it was your problem. You grin wickedly at the thought.

"I hope you know that you're giving the staff one hell of a headache trying to fix your suits," Gilbert tacks on, noticing the grin.

You roll your eyes. "Yeah. Well, at least it isn't my staff."

"Do you even have any?" Gilbert asks. "All those rumors say you live alone."

"I do," you say. You make sure your voice stays even. You already had a bunch of escapees hightailing it to your town, you didn't need them to know about Lily too.

"No wonder you're always in a foul mood," Ludwig grumbles. "I'd be too if I was mentally unstable and lived by myself."

You and Gilbert sort of just look at Ludwig. "Was that a joke?" you both ask in unison. He only shrugs you off.

A door slams open as a man in a suit walks in and sits down in the chair before you. You stop rolling back and forth in your chair as you focus on the man on the other side of the desk.

"Germany, Prussia...and [Country Name]. It seems you've all failed today in some very spectacular ways."

You're now only paying attention so when Kamiel gives you the same shit later you could tack on some poorly placed comments. You try to pretend you don't know German while you're at it.

The man before you, Ludwig, and Gilbert seems to notice this and switches to an accent. Gilbert and Ludwig both visibly flinch. Neither brother says anything so you don't as well. It was also fairly sad considering the language of [Country Name] was a mash up of German and other languages. "As jou can tell, not all of zhe prisoners vere captured. Also, zhe leader of zhis operation vas killed but ve believe zhere vill be more."

"Yeah," you reply with a shrug. You speak in German just to spare the brothers. "I killed her after she knifed me. You're welcome."

The man looks surprised. He exchanges a glance with Ludwig before looking back at you. "If you are so skilled, at least you managed to get what information you could before she died."

You roll forward, hands leaning against the desk as you grin at the man. "Oh yes, I did. And now, if you want it and my unstopping mouth to shut, you're going to agree to become an ally of [Country Name] and help the North defeat the South. That won't be that hard. Right, Boss?"