WWI AU’s

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Not as she seems.

(Aldo Raine x Russian!Female!Reader)

For the lovely @strudelcreme, I hope both you and your lovely friend enjoy this ❤️💛 Happy Birthday 🎉🎉❤️

Smiling wasn't something that (Y/n) was all too familiar with.

Even before all of this, her life back home in Russia wasn't much better. The cold was still very much embedded into her skin, and even the fiercest fire couldn't warm her. The frost of memory was always difficult to thaw.

There were moments of happiness, she supposed, moments she chose to not partake in. But there was always one man that would try to pull her in. And he would never let up.

(Y/n) could still hear his southern twang on the wind.

"Alright, ya Basterds! Gather round!" Aldo ordered, and (Y/n) was the first to move. Once everyone was close enough to hear, Aldo began to brief them. "Now, as most of yall' know, me and Donny hear managed to get some valuable Intel from one of the Krauts we caught." Aldo informed. (Y/n) remembered it well. The man spoke perfect English and was more than willing to speak if it meant getting to live.

Too bad he was hanging off Aldo's belt now.

"There's a small shack just north of ere', and someone there has been handing out supplies to countering war missions." Aldo said. "Kraut also mentioned that the guy's Russian. So (L/n) get your ass over here." Aldo said, and (Y/n) simply nodded and didn't say a word. Her relationship with Aldo was a complicated one. He always tried to make her smile, with stupid jokes and even stupider impressions. At the time, (Y/n) found it terribly annoying, but now, as much as she hated to admit it, it was cute.

She couldn't remember the last man that put so much effort to get her to do something as simple as smiling. His advances made some unfamiliar feelings drudge up as well. Feeling that (Y/n) thought herself too broken to possess. It took (Y/n) a lot of time to accept the fact that she was in love. And it was a beautiful and scary feeling. What if he died? What if she died? (Y/n) couldn't bare all the grim possibilities that could make her love turn into a tragedy.

Once the team had been assembled and the others were stationed on watch, it was Aldo, (Y/n), Donny and Wicki.

The four walked carefully until the reached the edge of the woods, where an opening sprawled into a field. The shack became visible and (Y/n) could see a figure moving on the inside. Maybe this informant of theirs lived there, if that were the case...why did (Y/n) get a bad feeling?

She stopped in her tracks, which also made Aldo stop.

"What's the matter, (L/n)?" He asked, a look of concern washed over his face. (Y/n) knew that Aldo would listen to her. And when you had a man like Aldo listening, everyone would follow. She threw her head at the cottage, making Aldo and the others turn their gaze at the shack. "I don't see anything wrong with it, doll." Donny commented, his accent coming out thicker than ever. "I….I got a bad feeling." She responded simply.

Aldo scratched his head. "Donny, Wicki, you stay on watch and me and (L/n) will get a closer look." Aldo ordered, raising his hand to quickly silence any sort of opposition.

Aldo and (Y/n) began to approach slowly, keeping their eyes on the visible figure. Once they were close enough, Aldo motioned for (Y/n) to speak.

"We are here! Come out!" (Y/n) called out in Russian. The informant seemed frantic in his movements, coming outside and smiling widely. "You have no idea how good it is to see another comrade!" The man announced and that name made (Y/n)'s skin crawl. It brought unwanted memories to her. "Are you armed?" She asked, and the man raised his coat and hands to show no guns or other weapons. Aldo calmed down, and asked the man if he spoke English. The man nodded.

"Good, now...a lil' birdie told us you had some supplies to share? We're kind of in a jiff here." Aldo explained and the man seemed to nod his head. He walked inside and before they all knew it...they were surrounded. The fuckers were hiding in the house. (Y/n) looked at the man, before spitting curses at him in Russian. The Krauts were circling them like they were prey, conversing with one another in German.

Fear and nervousness was heavy in the air, and (Y/n) was wondering where the hell Donny and Wicki were. One of the Krauts crouched in front of (Y/n), taking her chin into his thumb and forefinger.

"So you're the famous Ghost. I have to say, you're too beautiful to be a ghost." The officer complimented and Aldo felt an anger bubble inside him. He had reasons for all his effort in making (Y/n) smile, mostly because he himself had fallen in love with her.

And to see this Kraut fuck try and woo her was absolutely disgusting. The men around them switched positions, talking to each other in German.

The two dog handlers headed toward the back of the shack, seemingly searching for something. The dogs used their snouts around some disturbed snow patches, barking soon followed. There was a basement door, hidden under the snow.

(Y/n)'s "comrade" also seemed very nervous. As the Krauts were busy searching with the dogs, (Y/n) scooted closer to the man. He was surprised. "Now you listen to me very carefully, comrade." She whispered slowly, her accent coming thicker than usual. The man didn't utter a word, fear evident in his eyes.

"You are going to help us out of this...and if you try and betray me again, I'll beat you up so bad God won't even recognize you. Understand?" She threatened. The man began to vigorously nod his head, making promises that he was going to help.

For his sake, he had better.

Donny signaled them to quiet down, as the soldiers returned. The officer's interest had shifted from (Y/n) to Aldo. They hauled the southerner to his feet. "What the fuck!? Don't you fucking touch me you Kraut fu-!" He was silenced by a punch to the stomach. Aldo knelt forward, and the men dragged him inside the newly found basement. The silence that settled could have killed (Y/n).

Her stomach pooled with dread, as her mind came up with alarming scenarios. The dog watcher's began to move around the perimeter. Time was running out, and Aldo could be in danger.

(Y/n) felt her eyes shift to the roof of the house, where she saw more movement. At first, it arose to look like another hidden Kraut, but Wicki was always the more stealthy of the group. Donny used to joke that he should have been called Ghost. Wicki detected her eyes on him, and with swift hand gestures, (Y/n) knew immediately what to do.

She watched the Krauts move toward the basement entrance, where they were unconsciously inching closer and closer to Wicki.

"Give me your knife." She told the man, and he immediately handed it to her. Once the Krauts backs were turned, she rushed the shorter one, plunging the knife into his neck. The dog was swift business as well, and (Y/n) was sure the dog was the only one she actually felt bad for.

The other Kraut didn't even have time to react. Wicki retracted his blade from the German's throat, with a satisfied smile on his face. (Y/n) stood in her usual stoic expression, looking to the basement. It was odd how the commotion didn't bring the officer back, but (Y/n) was going to get him soon enough. Right when she took the next step, a loud bang echoed, catching the trio off guard.

"Fucking hell!" Donny yelled, covering his ears, and Wicki cursed in German under his breath. (Y/n)'s heart picked up in pace, for she would recognize that sound anywhere.

It was a gunshot.

The Russian wasted no time in bolting in the basement, where she was greeted with a fairly large storage area. "Wicki, Donny, get your asses down here." (Y/n) whispered.

The trio descended into the basement, quiet as mice. Which was kind of surprising for (Y/n), seeing as Donny was a literal giant compared to both her and Wicki.

(Y/n) couldn't shake her anxiety.

Please be alive.

For the love of God be alive.

They soon reached a spacey room, it not having been filled with extra supplies. It wasn't until the trio turned the corner that the wave of relief washed over. Aldo was sat against the wall, a freshly fired gun in his left hand and a newly dead Kraut on the floor. He had a wild-like grin on his face. “Took you long enough.” Aldo laughed. He got to his feet, and before he was about to say anything more, he was wrapped in an almost bear-like hug. Needless to say, it caught the men by surprise.

(Y/N) buried her face in Aldo’s chest, muttering words of gratitude. “Thank God, you're alive…” she whispered, like she didn't want the others to hear her. Aldo chuckled softly, wrapping his own arms around the woman. “Im glad i made it too, darlin’.” He said. “Donny, Wicki. Go get the others and lets haul as many of these crates as we can. We gonna need it pretty soon.” He ordered. Donny and Wicki were smiling ear to ear, like a couple of school children, and Aldo was the older kid swatting them away.

“Sure, Lieutenant. We’ll see you two later.” Donny teased. “Much later.’’ Wicki finished before they both exited the basement, not forgetting to scalp the Krauts on their way. Now Aldo and (Y/N) were alone, still in each other's arms. Aldo felt eyes on him, so he looked down and saw something that he never thought he would see.

(Y/N) was smiling up at him.

She looked the happiest she had ever been throughout this whole thing. “Is that smile for ol’ me, darlin’?’’ Aldo teased, earning himself a semi serious punch in the arm. “Be quiet.” She replied softly. “Were you worried about me?” He continued. “Of course I was worried. You were gone and then the gunshot. Oh, you get the idea.” She replied in frustration. Aldo smiled, taking her face in his rough hands. He brought their lips together in a sudden kiss, which made (Y/N) gasp softly. The kiss held desperation, and a longing most beautiful.

People are willing to do wild things, when all seems lost.

They pulled away from each other, eyes peering into one another. Sea blue into (e/c).

“Smile for me again, would ya’?”

And she did.

Everyday.

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The Banes Of The Nations Past’s (Axis + Allies)

Requested by Anonymous

Warning: America’s has a bit of my own headcanon in it, you do not have to agree with me! Also, my history major ass had a little too much fun with this one. Hey, at least you’ll learn something

Germany: This one is quite the given, but the one regret Germany has in his life is the time period from 1939-1945. He hates to even mention the name of it, not because he wants to ignore what occurred, he just can’t bear reliving every malicious thing he had done. By far, out of all of the nations, Germany is the most traumatized of his past. He hates that he was so easily swayed by the Nazi party, how quick he was to obey his boss, how eager he was to take a train up to Poland… Do him a favor and completely avoid the topic of World War Two all together around him, he gets very hard on himself. To pay back for everything he had done, Germany has gone out and spent millions and millions of dollars towards awareness towards racism, the holocaust, and to survivors themselves. Most of the world has forgiven him for his mistakes, all of the Jewish survivors that he has met have forgiven him too, yet, somehow, he’s very unwilling to forgive himself.

North Italy: He finds it hard to regret things in life, being a mostly relaxed nation- being a colony himself and only having a slight piece of land during The Scramble of Africa, North Italy can’t really put himself up on a bad moral pedestal like everyone else. Though, even though it occurred more predominantly where his brother lived, the Mafia haunts him, so much to the point where he’s had to see doctors. He’s seen horrible things happen, to women, to children, even to grown men, and he had just let it slide. He had become so  complacent to brutal mob activity that he had just accepted it while it was happening. His brother, South Italy, at some point was so heavily involved (and being destroyed) by the Mafia, and he had just let it be. He regrets ever being associated, and associating himself with such a violent group of people, and he fears people think of him as the country where mobs come from.

Japan: Japan had done many questionable things in his past, especially whilst growing up, and even though locking himself up for two hundred years seems like a very regrettable action, he didn’t quite mind it. Japan’s biggest regret of his past was World War Two, much like Germany. While Germany’s biggest regret was the holocaust, Japan loathes everything that he had done during this time period, from invading China, who he fears will never forgive him for the mass slaughtering of his people, even though he has, and the way he had treated his own soldiers. Now that it’s modern times, Japan has changed his mindset on the way discipline should be, but back during the day, if anyone did anything dishonorable… He’d rather not bring it up, the images make him sick to the point of tears.

America: If you asked what America’s biggest regret was, he would say treating England so poorly during and after the Revolutionary war. Though, deep down, he knows that’s false. His colonization is what haunts him most. He knows that his existence came to be when European settlers came. There was another little boy living here before him, deep skin, red eyes, crooked smile and what America and his Big Brothers liked to call, “animalistic tendencies.” The land he now called his wasn’t his at all, it belonged to the little boy who ran through the fields and slung arrows at deer, turning their skins into coats and bones into weapons. He had killed the little boys entire being, starting at his family and moving onward to the point where everyone who looked like him… gone. He feels like it’s his fault, it was his existence that got the Natives killed, his doing that caused such a rich culture to die. And yes, while it technically was, he had still been pushed up to be seen as “America”, while the little boy in the fields had come to be known as his “second player.” They had never got along, which America understands, little by little had America and his bosses stolen and burned the land of his second player’s people, to the point where he only resided in little speckles across 4 million square miles. His second player even fought for the north during his civil war, which further made America seem as if everything he was doing as a nation was wrong. He almost willingly surrendered as the south then, due to the fact that his second player had mentioned torturing the people from Africa the way he had tortured him. He hates the way he treated people different than him in the past, and now, even though he’s still the white, European blended colony he was born as, by god he is putting as much time and effort into building museums to honor Native Americans, starting wildlife reserves to protect the animals his second player had so worshipped, and donating so much money to African-American activist groups. He wishes he could fix the mistakes of his past, even though the scar was still there and visible.

England: One half of him doesn’t regret it as much as he should, it’s what built him up to be a powerhouse, though on the other hand it makes him want to give every square inch of the land he has left to those he had colonized. Imperialism has broken England, and he curses the mere foundation of the British East India company. He despises every drop of blood he had gotten on his hands during his time as an Empire. He regrets letting America go so easily, only because he had richer, more obedient colonies to take care of. He would never let America know that he had given up on him, though he feels as if it would give the man a sense of pride. He has nightmares of storming into African tribes, spilling red on their multicolored clothes, their beads of ivory and dried nuts, their skin marked with ribbons. He hates the image of destroying something once so vivacious and wonderful, thousands of years of culture and humanity crushed under his boot because he wanted some more money to run his trains. He loathes what he did to India even more, taking everything they had away from them, making them pay full price for goods they could grow on their own, taxes higher than those in America, lining men up in rows just for speaking their mind- The images flash through his head every so often and it’s times like these where he needs to take a break. When he puts it into perspective, his empire wasn’t even something all that ancient. The last colony he gave up was in 1997, for god’s sake. He had pushed his imperialism up until modern times, he still had colonies when the internet existed, and for some reason, putting that into perspective makes him feel like a horrible nation. Those who forgive him have forgiven him, though he feels like he can’t do that much to help since imperialism is generally deemed irrelevant in the eyes of those today.

France: He was a greedy, selfish pig back in the day, is what France would say if you mentioned his past. While there are wars so ancient that run through his blood, they seem to have just become funny stories to tell when he’s drunk with his friends. Though, dare you mention his revolution, and he will break down. He had wished that he was siding along with the common folk during their protests, but he was in the palace with King Louis and Mary Antoinette. While he can say that “Let them eat cake” was definitely not a thing, images of plump, wealthy people gorging themselves then promptly shoving their fingers down their throat to eat more haunted him. Whilst the sons of starving mothers and children outside the palace rung in the echoes made him tear. His government had torn up, he had watched his bosses head roll to the floor, he had watched so many heads roll to the floor, even his own, on one occasion. He had been brutally threatened by mothers of children to give them food, an entire nation of once cultured people now tugging at their hair because he couldn’t provide them simple human necessities. He get sick thinking of how he had basically failed the most simple thing as a nation, letting you citizens live. Though this memory haunts him, he can say that he’s able to watch Les Mis just fine, though he cries for about an hour during the entire show.

China: China doesn’t have the same visions as westerners do. If America were to point out China’s biggest regret, he would say it was probably Mao Zedong and the communist revolution, while china would take offense, since Mao is the savior of his once collapsing nation. China’s biggest regret himself is his ethnocentric attitude when he was younger. When he first became a country, all the way up until his “teenage” years, he saw himself as the best, and only the best. He was surrounded by mountains, nobody could touch him. He was the land of beauty and refined culture, and the people on the outsides of the mountains were just sheer barbarians. So, when the Silk road was established for trading, China didn’t pay it much mind. It was impossible to pass through without being robbed or going missing in the Gobi desert, but when the Mongols arose and ran the trade route, trading became easier, ideas began to spread, and China found it very odd to sit there and watch all these strange barbaric attitudes enter his home. Especially Buddhism. He hated it, he remembers cringing upon hearing the name of it. Him, his boss, and the traditional, “pure” people of china were set out to stop the barbaric religion from spreading. There was so way he could let such a vile thing ruin his purity, his country overseen by heaven! All the people he had killed for such a closed minded attitude. He shakes his head thinking about it, for he had accepted Buddhist tradition himself. He finds it laughable when people say the Prussia is the most egotistical nation to ever live. It’s usually the young ones, he’ll muse, the ones who had no idea how brutal he was back in the day.

Russia:The fact that his entire plague has turned into a recent joke further haunts Russia to this day. If he could only tell people how sickening his time as the Soviet Union was, if only he could tell them the sheer terror that billowed off of Joseph Stalin and Vladimir Lenin like rip currents. He wished he could tell them the faces of the farmers that were slaughtered for not producing enough food, for the innocent people with faces that “looked threatening” and instantly marked as an enemy. He wishes he was strong enough to cry about his fears, but he was so beaten to the point where he himself became the replica of his boss, no longer the innocent Orthodox wonder that was built up, no longer shielded by the golden horde. He had become the terrorizing man that would bend somebody until they snapped if they gave him a wrong look. He knows that he cannot blame his own physical and mental abuse on the fact that he had physically and mentally abused others, especially Lithuania, but he can sure as hell apologize. Though, when Lithuania looks at him and flinches, the same Lithuania that had taken down Prussia and other powerhouse Germanic states, and stumbles over a quick, “It’s alright!”, he knows it isn’t. He wishes that he had never been so susceptible to his own trauma, that he could’ve gone on a track to gory like everyone else instead of a crash into years of financial, emotional, crippling hell.

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I deadass cried at this scene

Seven…feet. You told her the wave was seven feet. You ran to her on the beach. There were seagulls. She wore a hat with a blue ribbon. A long dress with a blue and red flower. And yellow sandals, covered in sand. She was pretty. She was really pretty. And you…you were happy.