Fem Germany x Reader: A Year of Smiles 11-12

Fem Germany x Reader
A Year of smiles 11:
June-July, 1945
Observation Journal:
Month Eleven and Twelve:

~Awesome Dairy #IIIII
I have lost everything. The allies plan to build a wall to separate my sister and myself. It’s a precaution until such a time they see fit. During the talks it was decided that I would go with Russia. From what Franny has told the awesome me, America fought tooth and nail for my sister. When I asked her why France simply guess it was due to guilt. That’s when I learned that _______ died on the battlefield. My hands are still shaking, and I feel so weak. The awesomely strong me, WEAK! When I begged to see her I was denied. Russia said if I got on my hands and knees and begged her I would be allowed to spend a few moments with her. I swallowed my pride getting down on my hands and knees. I the awesome me graveled before Russia. She laughed sweetly and told me it wasn’t possible for me to see my sister ever again. I lost my sister the same day she lost everything.~

Germany was sitting up in the bed assigned to her. She was housed in a military base until the war talks had died down. Germany stared out the window watching the leaves blow softly in the hot June wind. She noted a knocking at the door, but did not acknowledge it.  The door creaked open revealing beautiful woman with dirty blonde hair pulled back into a French bun.
“Louise?” She called softly peeking into the room.
“My name is Germany, France.” Germany reminded her tone France noticed was dead. France came into the room shutting the door behind her.
“I didn’t come here as a nation.” France informed sitting down at the edge of the bed. Germany felt the movement of the bed drip more than saw it.
“Louise is dead.” Her words were clear and cold as ice startling the women beside her. It took a moment for France to regain her composure.
“You really loved ___________”
“Shut up!” Germany barked her eyes growing hard as she glared at the window.  France’s hand enveloped one of Germany’s fists. Germany was unaware that she had made a fist until that moment.
“It feels like your heart has been ripped out by Monsieur Death. Each time you breathe feels like a heavy anchor on your chest.” France’s voice trembled as she went on talking about the pain that Germany felt.
“Does it get better?” Germany whimpered grasping onto France’s hand.
“No,” France answered squeezing the hand back.
“It only becomes more bearable because of the memories they leave you.”  France looked at Germany a hopeful smile glowing on her face. Germany threw France hand away crawling in on herself.
“Lou---” A scream of get out drowned out whatever France was about to say. France felt anger boil in her veins that wanted to be fueled. Instead of feeding her anger France rose from the bed, purple cloak furring behind her as she stormed out of the room. The heart racking sobs from behind the door sobered France enough to slip the letter Prussia handed her under the door. She waited with baited breath to hear Germany pick up the letter. It took a few moments, but she heard the rustling of sheets and the clopping of steps.  France sighed happy to help an old friend one last time.
“Bloody hell frog where have you been?” An English voice questioned when France entered the kitchen.
“Trying to hide from your cooking ma petite Angleterre.” France cooling replied twirling a finger around a strand of one of the long blonde pigtails.
“Get off!” The women hissed shoving France away to turn back to her cooking. The gray mass before the two women could never be called cooking.
“I assume this is all for Ameriko?” France murmured giving a nasty glance to the mess before her. The personification of England growled pulling the half-baked scones away from France.
“She’s still in her room upset about what has happened!” England informed her green eyes glaring into France’s blue.  France winked seductively which only ticked England off more. England turned away pigtails twirling in the air. England left the room France trailing after her.
“I doubt Ameriko will wish to see you.”
“Likewise, Igiko!”
England growled knocking on the door to the room America was staying in.
“America, I brought you some scones!” England sang turning the doorknob.
“If you eat those dear you’ll die!” France sang following after England as she entered the room.
“Shut it you bloo----” England stopped short when she noticed that America was gone.

June-July, 1945
Observation Journal:
Month Eleven and Twelve:

~The thoughts of the HERO:
IGIKO HANDS OFF!
Hero here! I am totally the hero again after what I did! See I was feeling bad that I killed Germany’s girl. So, after I saw France leave Germany’s room I went in to talk to her. She wasn’t all that happy to see me, but the hero can dodge any weapon thrown at her! Anyway after all the sharp and pointy objects were out of her reach she was willing to listen. I had come to apologize and she said the only way she’d accept it is if I helped her run to Italy. The hero is not the type to just let the criminal escape! I told her no way, but she kind of used the whole guilt trip on me! ^-^;
She also promised that once she completed what she needed to do in Italy, she would come straight home. The hero couldn’t let her leave without company and I do need a vacation! So, now I’m currently in Italy trying to find some woman named Rosalyn in order to be the hero again. HERO OUT!~

“Germaaaaaaaany.” America whined stomping her feet on the dirt road. Germany ignored the girl next to her searching for the house her sister had described in the letter.
“Be quiet America.” Germany hissed spotting a yellow house with white shutters on the second floor. Germany rushed ahead toward the house leaving America behind. Germany stood before the door, butterflies fluttering around her stomach.
“Just knock on the door already!” America yelled from behind her leaning on her trusted baseball bat. Germany frowned at the women’s antics and cursed herself for having allowed America to come. With a glance at her counterpart Germany placed a gentle knock on the door. The door slammed open a moment later startling Germany and America. Germany had no time to react, when her head was whipped to the side.  A sharp pain blossomed on her left cheek turning it a nice shade of red. From the corner of her eye Germany noticed an upset women with ________ (h/c) hair cascading frown her back in curls. Brown eyes on the verge of tears glared at Germany. Germany turned her face back to stare at the little sister of _______.
“I’m so-----” another slap to the same cheek stopped Germany from apologizing.
“Don’t you dare!” Rosalyn hissed dropping her hands on Germany’s chest. Rosalyn sobbed clutching onto Germany’s black tank top.  Once her sobbing had ceased Rosalyn raised her head to look deep into Germany’s eyes.
“Vorrei prendere un centinaio di anni di mal di cuore, di avere un anno di sorrisi con lei.” She spoke quickly in smooth Italian. Germany was unsure of what Rosalyin had said and the confusion showed on her face.
“I would take a hundred years of heartache to have a year of smiles with her.”
Germany gulped willing the tears to not fall. Rosalyn wiped at her cheeks releasing Germany from her grasp.
“_______ loved you Louise.” Rosalyn started looking deeply into the watery blue eyes.
“I tried to tell her loving you would only lead to heartache. Yet still she loved you, her nation.”
Germany jumped at the wording Rosalyn had used to describe the love _______ felt for her.
“She knew you were a nation.” Rosalyn informed taking a deep breath.
“Our father told us about you, his nation Germany.  You were his strong woman, who my sister wanted to know more about.”
Rosalyn words struck a knife in Germany already wounded chest. Germany choked on the air she breathed unsure of how to respond to the pain.  Rosalyn noticed the change in Germany and lightly placed a hand on Germany’s cheek.
“She wanted to get to know you Louise the woman. Not Germany the nation. In her letters she talked about you fondly…..” Rosalyn choked back a sob that tried to escape past her lips.
“Then she fell madly in love with you.” Rosalyn cried the tears falling anew from her glistening brown eyes.
“I told her it would end in heartache, but she didn’t care. She wanted to be with you, Louise.” Rosalyn informed tilting Germany’s face up to look at her.
“So, don’t you dare apologize to me.” She hissed anger growing in her brown doe eyes.
“My sister lived a happy life because of you. If you apologize for that, then that means it meant nothing to you.” Rosalyn stepped back into the house motioning for Germany to wait a moment. Germany waited feeling like a scolded child that had been caught stealing cookies. Roslyn soon came back with a beautiful baby girl in her arms. She had a tuff of (h/c) on her bald head and bright brown eyes to match her mother.  The baby babbled as she was placed into Germany’s arms. Germany unsure of what to do stood there with the wiggling child.
“Never forget my sister, Louise.” Roselyn ran a hand over her daughter’s head.
“Never forget the love or the smiles she gave you. Those were my sister’s gifts for you.” Roselyn informed watching as the baby smiled toothlessly up at Germany.
“It is with you, myself and my daughter _______, that allows my sister to live on in our hearts.”
“Thank you.” Germany chocked tears running down her face as she smiled down at the giggling baby girl in her arms. Rosalyn smiled hugging Germany and her daughter joining in on her bawling.
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“Thank you Emily.” Germany thanked once the two girls had safely arrived back in Germany. America waved it off shushing Germany.
“It’s what Hero’s do!” She laughed quietly as the two sneaked back into the base.  America heisted for a moment grabbing Germany’s arm.
“I am sorry Louise.” America apologized looking down at her feet. Germany placed a hand on America’s head smiling down softly at her. Germany removed herself from America running for her bedroom before she was caught. America stood there dumbfounded at what had just transpired.
“AMERICA!” England screamed jolting America out of her trance.
“Crap.” America laughed as England caught her red handed.

~Dear little awesome sister!
It’s your awesome big sister here writing to tell you how sorry I am. I know you loved _______. I did too. She was a sweet woman who cared about everyone and everything. You were the most important person she had in her life. Address in the rest of the letter is the address of her younger sister’s. She needs to know about what happened to her older sister, and I think you should be the one to do it. Ask for America to help you. I know. I know. America I don’t think meant to kill _______, and she’s been trying to make amends for that. This may be the last time you hear from me again sis, so I just want to say something. It gets hard loving someone who can die someday. It’s even harder when they do die! France once told me that when people we love die we should pray. We should pray that someday somewhere for all the pain they endure that they get a second chance in life to be happy. They may be born somewhere else with little chance of crossing paths with us, but as long as their happy we can smile. I want you to remember that and I want you to keep smiling. You’re a strong nation and an even stronger woman. I love you, Louise. Till we see each other again, west.
~Your awesome sister Maria.~