Hetalia x Male Reader - One Shot Book

Blackbird on my Shoulder - Doitsu

A/n: hello guys I'm back, have you guys heard of Call Me By Your Name? It's the best, gotta tell you, this is now my favorite song, so sweet, anyways check it out if you want, but I hope you like this story, request and all that good shit, but anyways on with the story, btw I think it's shit. (also a war setting-ish again)

~Narrators POV~

The darkness of the morning just before the sun rose was enough cover for the soldiers to be able to infiltrate the enemies base, the small group moving through the muddied water and tangled weeds. the group didn't see, couldn't see the grenade headed their way, a smoke grenade, they heard it. They heard it loud and clear. As it crashed into the ground the dirt and mud flew up, grey-blue smoke filled the air, the group of soldiers fell, bodies hitting the ground. The few soldiers that remained with vision looked up, they saw the Russian soldiers run forward, guns pointed at them, few men tried to stand up and run others got ready to, but as the smoke started to clear and the Russians could also see they watched the retreating men and shot them down. M/n was the one to lead a small group of men this far out into the field, just meters away from the Russian trenches, where their base lay, where they had their torture chambers, where his comrades were.

The brown haired man that was laying on the ground next to him lifted his arms in surrender and pulled out a white, although stained with dirt and blood, piece of cloth. The men didn't lower their guns, but instead watched the wounded and startled men more intensely. Adrenalin coursed through his veins, m/n swallowed his pride, went to stand, and all of a sudden all of the guns were pointed at him, everyone tensed, this was suicide, and m/n knew it. Being the youngest in the group wasn't helping, he guessed that the soldiers would probably only take an older, more experienced man seriously. But he was the only one in his army that could speak both German and Russian.

"We've come to offer you something,"

"What is it. SPEAK, NOW!"

"We-We swap our prisoners of war, with, with yours?"

"What do you mean?"

"I-I mean that we give you back your soldiers in return for our soldiers and we go our separate ways. We return yours alive, you return ours alive, deal?"

A man with grey hair stepped forward from the middle of the group, he was the leader of that group, m/n knew it, he could tell from the way he held himself, tall and commanding.

" Bring our soldiers here in one hour, we bring yours, we won't do anything if you won't. Deal?"

"Deal."

~One hour later~

The seven Russians that had been snuck out of the German base were cuffed and had extra soldiers walking behind them, with guns to their heads. M/n lead the squadron to the area they were at just 45 minutes ago, seeing the Russian soldiers standing with four companions of m/n cuffed, gagged and bruised with guns at the side of their heads as well.

"You turned up, well, well, well."

The grey haired man lifted his hand in the air, a silent signal to the soldiers to throw the prisoners on the ground in front of their comrades, and m/n did the same, but his soldiers were gentle and only pushed the prisoners toward the Russians. Some of the German soldiers ran forward and grabbed the men up and off the ground, pulling them back to their group whilst the Russians tried to undo the cuffs on their soldiers.

"There, happy now, German?"

"Yes sir, danke, it is nice to see our comrades again."

"The feeling shared."

"I wish you all the best in battle, for the next we meet I'm afraid it will not be in these circumstances."

A silent hum was all that was given by the commander as he turned and instructed his men to follow back to their base. M/n waited for a second, turned to his men and quickly pushed the ex-prisoners onto the large war horses, and lead them back to their base.