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It was quiet. Total silence, exempting the slight sound of the currents of clean and musty air flowing through the large air ducts you had been situated in for the past two days. A calmness seemed to permeate the area.
Which was odd. It wasn't a true calmness. Only a temporary one. No one could ever be truly, completely calm during war.
It was the third World War. An event that had been greatly feared even before it began taking place several months ago. Something the world had wished to avoid if at all possible. But man was weak, and violence was not something to be abandoned. It was through luck alone that the world powers had managed to forge an agreement not to use nuclear weaponry against their enemies. But who knew how long such an agreement could last? In war, all possible guns were drawn.
Even the young ones.
Judging your cover to be secure, you allowed yourself the moment to think back on how you'd come to be in this situation, which had started during school. During two weeks of P.E., a young, well-dressed and sunglasses-wearing man had come to watch your class. All your class knew was that he was some sort of government researcher, and all the exercises your teacher had been making your class do were part of some sort of new, important nationwide test. While you weren't joking with your friends about the government worker's funny cowlick, you actually worked hard at the tests. If it was some big, almighty test, you had figured you should try to get good results.
The young man, Mr. Jones, had a positive attitude, though behind it was a sharp intensity, as if all his actions took utmost precision.
Which, after being singled out by him as the one person who passed the test in your class, you learned was true. It hadn't just been a new standardized physical fitness test, but an admission test of endurance, physical strength, and determination. You were eligible to become a young secret agent for the U.S. government. Apparently you had already been on an unsized list of candidates, placed there from the monitoring of academic levels, and secret recordings of extracurricular activities, non-academic knowledge, social skills, and any other abilities that could be of use to the government during this rising war. Your ability to speak a little German probably helped boot you onto the list, seeing as Germany was one of the main opponents of America.
All this news came as quite a shock, but you'd quickly accepted, eager to serve your country.
Training had been hard. Taking each weekend off from school, so as to help not let suspicion arise, you're training had been at a grueling pace. Continued study of German, as well as other languages, learning to distinguish fact from fiction, reading up on espionage throughout history as a basis for where you would start.
On the occasion of receiving this mission assignment, you were proud. And scared.
"Once you exit the camp territory, be alert for anything. You're behind enemy lines. Follow the procedures exactly. Don't be heard, don't be seen. Stay safe, remember anything and everything you hear. Report back without detection," your superior, and new acquaintance, Alfred reviewed.
"Yes, sir," you replied, understanding the danger of your situation. A situation you wouldn't have to be in if it weren't for the extreme warfare taking place, calling for younger throngs of candidates to join in the cause.
After one final check of your minimal equipment, and getting your hair ruffled by Alfred, you stalked out of the hidden American camp setup inside the German border, heading in the direction of the German military base that had been discovered by your side.
That was where you were now. Having infiltrated the building, you'd found shelter in the ventilation system. It didn't reach some of the oldest parts of the military grounds, which was a place hidden away by the greenery of the surrounding forest, but it'd proven to be a successful stakeout route.
Over the course of the last two days, you'd crawled through the air tunnels softly and undetected. Listening in on one conversation or another, you gathered top secret data and plans from the officials currently stationed at the facility. You carefully remembered all the information, as writing it down was less secure. If caught, they'd know what you knew; they'd be able to change plans. If they didn't know, then you wouldn't get the information back to camp, but it would still be trouble for the neo-Axis. The personnel there mainly consisted of Germans, with some Italians and French in the mix, those countries being allied with Germany.
A metal click sounded below you, which grabbed your attention. Peering through the narrow grating under you, you saw a small group of German high-ups enter the small conference room. Sitting down at the table, they began discussing recent troop movements in the area. You lay above them, storing the information mentally.
Tnk.
You froze as a loose strap somewhere on your person fell and landed on the bottom of the ventilation shoot. The noise reverberated off the thin walls of the enclosed chamber which caused it to sound more loudly.
Risking a glance down into the room below, all the Germans were looking directly at the ventilation tunnel .
"Was war das?" the one who'd just been theorizing new strategies said.
'Shoot,' you thought, unable to think of a better phrase at the moment. Or anything else, for that matter. "Don't be heard," your superior's words rang through your head.
With a quick swipe of his hand, an aging officer took hold of the gun on his belt and sent three shots into the shaft. With one shot going into a holding joint in the tunnel, and you jerking back to avoid the bullets with your unknown name on them, it was no real surprise that the tunnel that wasn't made for considerable inside weight cracked open and sent you down. Sprawling into the small conference table below you, its legs snapped under the sudden pressure as well. Which left you, in your American spy-wear, sitting in the remains of a table and in the middle of a circle of very patriotic Germans.
"Don't be seen."
You looked up at your enemies, who were moving to grab you.
In your mind, you said farewell to your homeland.
Which was odd. It wasn't a true calmness. Only a temporary one. No one could ever be truly, completely calm during war.
It was the third World War. An event that had been greatly feared even before it began taking place several months ago. Something the world had wished to avoid if at all possible. But man was weak, and violence was not something to be abandoned. It was through luck alone that the world powers had managed to forge an agreement not to use nuclear weaponry against their enemies. But who knew how long such an agreement could last? In war, all possible guns were drawn.
Even the young ones.
Judging your cover to be secure, you allowed yourself the moment to think back on how you'd come to be in this situation, which had started during school. During two weeks of P.E., a young, well-dressed and sunglasses-wearing man had come to watch your class. All your class knew was that he was some sort of government researcher, and all the exercises your teacher had been making your class do were part of some sort of new, important nationwide test. While you weren't joking with your friends about the government worker's funny cowlick, you actually worked hard at the tests. If it was some big, almighty test, you had figured you should try to get good results.
The young man, Mr. Jones, had a positive attitude, though behind it was a sharp intensity, as if all his actions took utmost precision.
Which, after being singled out by him as the one person who passed the test in your class, you learned was true. It hadn't just been a new standardized physical fitness test, but an admission test of endurance, physical strength, and determination. You were eligible to become a young secret agent for the U.S. government. Apparently you had already been on an unsized list of candidates, placed there from the monitoring of academic levels, and secret recordings of extracurricular activities, non-academic knowledge, social skills, and any other abilities that could be of use to the government during this rising war. Your ability to speak a little German probably helped boot you onto the list, seeing as Germany was one of the main opponents of America.
All this news came as quite a shock, but you'd quickly accepted, eager to serve your country.
Training had been hard. Taking each weekend off from school, so as to help not let suspicion arise, you're training had been at a grueling pace. Continued study of German, as well as other languages, learning to distinguish fact from fiction, reading up on espionage throughout history as a basis for where you would start.
On the occasion of receiving this mission assignment, you were proud. And scared.
"Once you exit the camp territory, be alert for anything. You're behind enemy lines. Follow the procedures exactly. Don't be heard, don't be seen. Stay safe, remember anything and everything you hear. Report back without detection," your superior, and new acquaintance, Alfred reviewed.
"Yes, sir," you replied, understanding the danger of your situation. A situation you wouldn't have to be in if it weren't for the extreme warfare taking place, calling for younger throngs of candidates to join in the cause.
After one final check of your minimal equipment, and getting your hair ruffled by Alfred, you stalked out of the hidden American camp setup inside the German border, heading in the direction of the German military base that had been discovered by your side.
That was where you were now. Having infiltrated the building, you'd found shelter in the ventilation system. It didn't reach some of the oldest parts of the military grounds, which was a place hidden away by the greenery of the surrounding forest, but it'd proven to be a successful stakeout route.
Over the course of the last two days, you'd crawled through the air tunnels softly and undetected. Listening in on one conversation or another, you gathered top secret data and plans from the officials currently stationed at the facility. You carefully remembered all the information, as writing it down was less secure. If caught, they'd know what you knew; they'd be able to change plans. If they didn't know, then you wouldn't get the information back to camp, but it would still be trouble for the neo-Axis. The personnel there mainly consisted of Germans, with some Italians and French in the mix, those countries being allied with Germany.
A metal click sounded below you, which grabbed your attention. Peering through the narrow grating under you, you saw a small group of German high-ups enter the small conference room. Sitting down at the table, they began discussing recent troop movements in the area. You lay above them, storing the information mentally.
Tnk.
You froze as a loose strap somewhere on your person fell and landed on the bottom of the ventilation shoot. The noise reverberated off the thin walls of the enclosed chamber which caused it to sound more loudly.
Risking a glance down into the room below, all the Germans were looking directly at the ventilation tunnel .
"Was war das?" the one who'd just been theorizing new strategies said.
'Shoot,' you thought, unable to think of a better phrase at the moment. Or anything else, for that matter. "Don't be heard," your superior's words rang through your head.
With a quick swipe of his hand, an aging officer took hold of the gun on his belt and sent three shots into the shaft. With one shot going into a holding joint in the tunnel, and you jerking back to avoid the bullets with your unknown name on them, it was no real surprise that the tunnel that wasn't made for considerable inside weight cracked open and sent you down. Sprawling into the small conference table below you, its legs snapped under the sudden pressure as well. Which left you, in your American spy-wear, sitting in the remains of a table and in the middle of a circle of very patriotic Germans.
"Don't be seen."
You looked up at your enemies, who were moving to grab you.
In your mind, you said farewell to your homeland.
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Hey, hey look. The beginning of a series. Yay me.
This was actually from a Hetalia dream I had (those things are always weird). I decided to finally make it into a country x reader.
Germany'll appear in chapter two.
EDIT: For everyone wondering, I DO plan on continuing this, but there's other stuff I've gotta work on first. So it'll still be a while sadly.
This was actually from a Hetalia dream I had (those things are always weird). I decided to finally make it into a country x reader.
Germany'll appear in chapter two.
EDIT: For everyone wondering, I DO plan on continuing this, but there's other stuff I've gotta work on first. So it'll still be a while sadly.
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Please update soon i really want to know how this goes.