Scars of Conquest; Germany x Reader

Chapter 15 - Born With Power

LUDWIG

    "Please say this is a sick joke."

Ludwig shoots his brother a look before continuing down the hall. "Don't you have to go with Y/n to town?"

"Yeah," the albino whines. "That was the plan until I figured out who was coming. Does your boss need to see that egotistical bastard to remember he isn't so bad?"

"He's in charge of the camp," Ludwig replies. "There is nothing we can do about it." Ludwig comes to a stop in front of his boss' office. "I'll see you soon, brother," he says in a manner of dismissing Gilbert

"Punch that bastard for me, West."

Ludwig watches his brother turn around and walk back the way they had come.

He sighs, leaning his shoulder into the door as he pushes it open. His boss looks up from the other man in front of him, nodding to Ludwig.

"Hello," Ludwig says, taking a seat at the only other available chair. His boss's hand makes a motion towards the other man in the room.

"Ludwig, this is Jonas. Jonas, this is Ludwig. Though I doubt either of you don't remember the other."

Ludwig shakes Jonas' hand. His reluctance masked as the other blonde flashes a cocky grin.

"Hello, Ludwig. Finally letting me take over as the personification?"

"Hello, Jonas," Ludwig replied.

Jonas' blue eyes seem to flash as he sits back down. "As stoic as ever. I heard that a certain bitch is now the personification of [Country Name]. I'm still baffled by how far you went to get into her pants. Though" – Jonas nods his head towards the boss in recognition – "she is a fighter."

The boss clears his throat and Jonas, still smiling, quiets himself.

Ludwig's hands were starting to turn white as he realizes he was gripping the arms of his chair hard.

"I thought you two should meet and discuss the meeting coming up tonight or even the ball tomorrow. Let's not have [Country Name]'s personification getting in the way of that. We, as people of this country, are well above such trivial matters.

Jonas' chair scrapes against the floor as he rises. With a bow, Jonas almost struts out of the room. Ludwig watches his boss make an obvious motion for him to go after the man acting like a rooster.

Ludwig rises as well and follows Jonas out.

"So. You seem to be better," Jonas says, eyes glittering. The door to the office swung shut behind them.

Ludwig couldn't hold back his glare. "There's a mirror in your room if you're looking for someone to warm your bed."

Jonas laughs. "Very funny, Ludwig. And do you walk into [Country Name]'s room when you need someone to warm your bed?" Ludwig doesn't respond fast enough and Jonas is already snickering at him. "I don't know who's more pathetic, you or her."

It is like fire. Fire that burns and consumes.

A mouth wrought back into the snarl of an animal. Fingers that snag at skin like claws. And that ear piercing scream that sent chills down one's spines.

And then there was him. A man – no, a thing – with eyes as cold as his heart.

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