Scars of Conquest; Germany x Reader

Chapter 14 - Born to Protect

READER

You watch silently from your perch on the back of the couch as you watch Kamiel, your boss, lean back in his leather chair. Rye, the secretary, fiddles with his phone, hiding the fact that he was worried.

Ugh, you didn't even want to know how early it was.

"I'm guessing you've both heard the news."

Your voice is monotone along with Rye's. "Yeah."

Kamiel's fist slams against the wall as he starts rolling around the room in his chair. "Where the bloody hell are they getting these men and supplies?! The only country interested in us is Germany because we are technically on their land. But someone has to be funding the South!"

"Yeah," you and Rye both reply lamely.

"And it isn't any other country because they don't give a shit. Damn. Why couldn't you be friends with America's personification? You're around his age. He'd back up a young country because he's a young country himself!"

"Sure," you drawl, and even Rye joins in.

"Both of you," Kamiel snaps, "stop it right now."

"Sure," you and Rye repeat.

Kamiel groans, burying his face in his hands. "Out of all the people I could have on my team."

Rye barks a laugh. "At least we're not the shit that runs South [Country Name]. They call themselves Wolves and they think they can run the rest of us like pack animals."

You lean back, uncomfortable with where this conversation was going.

"And they're headed for [Town Name]!" Kamiel cries angrily. Rye checks his phone again. Kamiel glares at him. "I'm lamenting. Listen to me."

"Just checking to see if they're bugging us. You're right. They were the first time." Rye finally turns his phone off and sets it down.

"Ugh," you groan, reminiscing. "Did you really have to punch me?"

Kamiel shrugs his shoulders. "It worked."

"Yeah," you grumble, thinking of the grief Gilbert and Ludwig had given you. "It did."

"Now, back to the fact that the place Y/n calls home is about to be flattened into oblivion by a bunch of Germans," Kamiel deadpans.

"Yeah," you and Rye say in synchronization again.

"Dear lord! Stop it!" Kamiel yells.

"No." You both let the word roll off your tongue in the same fashion.

Kameil stops talking and just glares.

You're the first to break the angry silence. "I can't exactly relocate Vivian. She's popping any second."

"Twins right?" Rye asks.

"Yeah," you reply. "I'll have to call them later on. Make sure that the Germans don't track my call."

"I'll open up a spot for you on that stupid landline they want us to use. Paranoid freaks. You'd fit right in, Kamiel," Rye chimes.

"Watch it," Kameil growls. You just keep talking.

"But I'll make sure Lily has them move anyway. Alice isn't there so I'll tell Leon to look into it. I think the mayor's wife was a midwife once."