Scars of Conquest; Germany x Reader

Chapter 9 - Made of Bullets and Blood

READER

"Y/n," Lucy cried as she gripped your hand. "There isn't going to be any food left for us."

"There's never enough food," you muttered darkly. The bruises on your arms seemed to just pulse in a silent reminder of your failure to steal anything.

You shot a dark look at the officer who was the reason why you never got away. That blonde haired blue eyed asshole, Ludwig Beilschmidt, didn't even bother to look up from his station. Your eyes dropped before someone else caught your glare and shot you for it.

Lucy tugged at your hand as one of the higher ups waved his loaf of bread at the gathering group of prisoners. He's laughing about something that must really be stupid because all the prisoners were subtly looking at him like he was a moron (which he was). You only bowed your head and tried to keep your mouth from turning down in a snarl.

Someone was going to get killed if he kept flaunting his food like that.

Everyone else pressed closer and Lucy followed them. You wanted to pull her back, but you could also smell the food the man was waving. It was fresh. And there was a lot of it.

After a year here you had picked up at least enough German to understand what the officers are saying. You still remembered the first day where you didn't understand a thing and had to grovel for forgiveness as you couldn't tell what the man was asking.

None of the German speakers stepped up to translate. If you didn't learn fast you would get killed. Some had been killed. And you couldn't hold it against the German speakers, you had done nothing to help either.

Fewer people meant fewer mouths to feed and meant fewer people you had to fight in order to win scraps. It also meant that the spotlight had fallen on someone else and there was no point risking getting captured in the light and falling prey to the soldiers yourself.

The higher up spouted something about an important visitor. The crowd began to part, forced back by some of the officers. You see Ludwig's stupid cap and you hope he gets run over if everyone rioted.

He never actually turned you in, but geez he knew exactly how to grate your nerves to death. Okay, fine, you didn't actually wish for his immediate doom.

His head rose as he shot you a dark look. A warning. You nodded your head slightly, acknowledging that you saw it. You wondered for a second when Ludwig had started looking out for you.

Or maybe you were just being ungrateful.

A man dressed in white, with white gloves adorned with diamonds, strutted forward wearing boots that covered his knees. Most likely trying to keep the dirt and filth off of him.

Sorry bruh, you thought sarcastically, it isn't like we got put in a five-star resort.

The rich man looked over the group, drinking in the skeletons looking back. He said something about how the higher up should feed his prisoners.

The higher up agreed.

And the loaf was up in the air.