Confessions of a WWII Camp Warden

[Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers or anything affiliated with Hidekaz Himaruya. I do however own the Isle of Man OC, Gillian Kirkland. This story is based on a role-play that StarksBrat and I participated in. Caution, there is swearing. The terms saukerl and saumensch are used endearingly.]

22nd November 1944

Internment Camp

Douglas, Isle of Man

It was raining. Typical. What would one expect from an island so close to the rain-soaked Britain? The armoured truck carefully drove down the wet road towards the Internment Camp. Seated at the back of the truck, with Allied soldiers smirking down at them condescendingly, were some of the 5000 German soldiers that had been sailed into the Isle of Man earlier that day. The soldiers were silent, facial muscles taut as they clenched their jaws together to refrain from speaking against their enemy.

The atmosphere was tense and nothing else could be heard but the rumble of the truck's engine, the pitter patter of raindrops against the truck and the road and the occasional wheezing cough from one of the now prisoners-of-war. A bright light shone upon the truck, almost blinding the men seated at the back and the barbed chicken wire gates opened up to let the prisoners into their new home until the war was over.

The warden for this internment camp was Gillian Kirkland, personified representation of the Isle of Man. It was her duty to take care of these prisoners as best and worst she could to ensure no riots broke out. The young woman stood outside of her office with two soldiers standing on either side of her person for security purposes. Her emerald gaze focused and slightly hardened on the armoured truck as it pulled into a stop just before her office.

"These are the recently-captured prisoners that will be under my duty of care during this war, yes?" Gillian asked as she watched the guards pull out the prisoners one by one before having them stand in line in front of her. The soldier to her right grunted and nodded to her in response. Deeming that answer satisfactory, the Manxwoman looked each prisoner from head to toe. Her face paled and she gulped as she noticed one of the prisoners happened to be none other than her childhood friend, and representative of the German state of Prussia, Gilbert Beilschmidt; who at the time was half-conscious.

"Guards, prepare a bunk in my office, the albino stays with me and the other prisoners can be escorted to their own cabins" Gillian ordered, her emotional barriers broken but not making the slightest of impressions on her militaristic façade. Thus, the guards quickly got to work on their orders. The prisoners were escorted to their cabins in small groups and Gilbert was laid down in the bunk in the woman's office.

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An hour later, the Prussian male groaned quietly as he woke from his painful sleep. All he could remember before getting knocked out was being ambushed by a group of Allied soldiers. The Manxwoman had resorted to doing her paperwork in the meantime and didn't appear to be enjoying it at all. So she turned to look at the prisoner that was her best friend. He looked more slender and more tired but she could hardly blame him. War robbed everyone, soldiers and civilians, of peaceful sleep.

A knock on the office door broke the woman out of her trance and she turned away from the albino male. "Come in but keep it down, he's still sleeping" Gillian said as she ran her fingers through her hair almost as if to mess it up to make it look like she had been stressing over her work. The door opened and in to the office stepped in one of the guards, his hat in hand and looking slightly nervous; he saluted with a shaky hand.

"Ma'am, the others and I have been wondering, what are you going to be doing with him? Are you personally going to torture him to get information out of him?" the guard asked, rubbing the end of his cap anxiously as he tried not to look the warden directly in the eyes; it was a camp superstition that the woman could kill with a stare, bringing the cliché 'If looks could kill' to life.