A/N: I always had image that Genji and Angela could be in World War 2. And since nobody has done it yet, I was like; "Hell yeah! I can make a story of them in a WW2 AU!". This is my first Teen rated story so I hope you enjoy it!

Angela Zeigler. A woman with protential and a woman that thinks of people fairly. Respecting Jews, Muslims and atheists alike. She was a christian, like her parents. But they like their daughter, had no trouble of respecting others. Afterall, they do live in Switzerland.

Angela was born in 1922, she was only 16 when the second world war began. Angela hated it, obviously. It destroyed the current peace in the nations. The jews around their country were scared to death. When Japan and America joined the war, Angela could only think of the worst.

Not only because it brought the devestation more around the world, but also of how powerful they were and how they were attacking. Angela mainly hated Japan for what they were doing, killing innocence people in other countries so they can expand their country and growing population.

Angela had become a nurse in 1939, at the age of 17. Her knowledge was incredible, expanding everyday until a two years later, she became a full doctor in Zurich.

She would help the people that were tramps with money and food. Whilst helping with serious cases of injuries and dieases.

But some people knew that she could become noticable to Britain and Germany, and she could break the peace in their country.

But she hoped not and carried on.

It was that fateful day that she met him. That man that took her disrespect for Japan. That man who changed her for good. That man, that gave her meaning in 1941.

She was taking a hike along the mountain range. On the boarder to Austria. Where the war was being held too. She sighed knowingly, that if she went there. There was no coming back. They were surrounded by the nazis. No were to run or hide. They can all but watch as Britain and America fight for releasing France from German's hand.

But as she was about to walk back down she heard a gasp and steps coming towards her. She spun around to see a man, covered in blood and holding his left arm, trying to not make it bleed more.

Angela gasp in shock as he then looked at her.

"Tasukete," he said in a foreign accent, and collaspe in front of her.

Angela didn't think twice, she quickly ran to the dying man and quickly got her bag of her shoulders and took a bandage out.

"Mach dir keine Sorgen," she said, "es wird alles gut."

She then saw the man's eyes look at her. He had an asain look on his face, but that did not matter now. She would regret it if she watch him die.

She then picked him an carried him back down the mountains to her car. She placed him into the back seat and clambered into the driver's seat and raced back to her house.

'I cannot let anyone else see him,' she thought, 'he has an army uniform on so he'll not be helped by the medics.'

Soon she arrived at her house from the outskirts of Switzerland and dragged him in to the kitchen. She cleared all the stuff on it and plonk him on.

She ripped the clothing off to see the damage. She then realised it wasn't his own blood. The only injuries on him was his left arm and cuts going all around his torso and back.

She quickly replaced the wound on his arm and saw a bullet in it.

"Lieber Gott," she said quietly as she went to get medical supplies out of her cubboard and placed them next to the man. She brought out a clipper then carefully went into the hole and pulled out the bullet. The man wince in pain, but tried not to show it.

She then turned him around onto his back and quickly placed liquid around it the red marked cuts. The man screamed in pain, but he only twitched because of his exhaustion from early. Angela could only pity him as she could only do was to stop the pain and heal them.

She then manage to calm the wounds down and got him on his back so she could focus on the torso and chest. She damped the scars down whilst the man screamed in pain. Angela winced because of this, but still carried on.

It was about almost half an hour since the man had been found by Angela, and his wounds had calmed down and were healing. Angela sighed exhaustded by the emount of effort she put into saving him. She brought a chair nearby and sat down on and holded the man's hand whilst he was sleeping.

She had clean his face, and now was looking carefully at him. He did look like he was from Asia. But where? He had a soldier's uniform on him when she saw him. Now he was in his boxers only.

She blushed from the thought and she then looked carefully down his body. He was well in shape and had a muscular build. His face was very handsome with brushy eyebrows and slick black hair, almost taking a bird's shape. Some of his bangs had fell onto his forehead and he his lips were looking in good shape, except for the cut it had.

His jawline was sharpe as well as his collerbone, his biceps were in good shape too. Which, what Angela thought was why he manage to survive the bullet that was in his left.

She sighed deeply and drifted off into an exhausted dream.

*

Angela then woke up. With her head lying on the table. She had a very weird dream. Something about a man... a dragon and her in a field with the man. She couldn't remember the face of him tho, but did remember how the dragon look liked. Bright green and very Japanese.

She then looked at the man's face, who was still on the table and gave a loud shriek. Almost toppling of the chair. The man was wide awake and was staring wide eyed at Angela. Making panted noices and his body went up and down franticly.

Angela couldn't think of anythink to say. She was just stunned. She then went out of her trance when seeing the man look around the room with his widen eyes.

"Es ist in Ordnung, keine Panik," she said, "Dein Safe."

The man then looked at her with a confused look. "Ja-ja," he stuttered.

"Ja," said Angela with a worried glance.

"Japanisch," he said, "speak, E-english."

Angela nodded. "It's going to be alright," she said in english, "you are in Switzerland, you came from the mountain peak of the boarder of Austria. I took you to my home in the outskirts of Zurich. Please, take rest."

"I mustn't," he replied weakly in a low voice, "they have my weapons."

He tried to get up. But yelled in pain from his arm.

"Careful!" cried Angela rubbing his back, trying to sooth away the pain.

The man closed his eyes, trying to dissolve the pain. He then reopenes his eyes, and looked down at his body.

"What did you do?" he asked, "where is my uniform?"

Angela blushed and pointed him to his clothes.

"I have been mending your wounds," she said, "don't you remember anythink?"

"All I remember up to now is a bullet going into my arm," he replied.

"I see," said Angela, "I took it out though."

"Where is it?" asked the man.

Angela then pointed another direction where the bullets was a tray, red blood covering it.

The man then grabbed it with his good arm and exsamined it carefully. Then nodded and putting it back onto the tray.

"It's a memory bullet," he said, "a Irish scientist created this but betrayed her country and went to work with Hitler. This bullet is a prototype, so it can only work when you get shot with it and when it is pulled out."

"I see," said Angela looking at it with curiosity.

"So," said the man, "can I have my clothes back?"

"Sorry," said Angela sternly, "but this country doesn't accept people with army uniforms."

"I see," smirked the man, "so I will go back to the border of Austria and Switzerland, with nothing but my boxers?"

"Ye-WAIT NO!!" exclaimed Angela, blushing again.

"Just kidding," he sniggered, "or am I?"

Angela rolled her eyes at him.

"You can go into the guest bedroom up the stairs," she said, "I'll buy you... civilise clothes for you whilat your asleep."

"Alright," murmered the man who slowly got up and began to head the stairs.

"By the way," called Angela, the man stopped at the foot of the stairs and stared at the doctor.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"...Genji," was the reply, "yours?"

"Doctor Angela Zeigler," she said.

"Well Doctor Zeigler," said Genji with a smile on his face, "thank you, for saving my life."

He bowed and slowly went up the stairs.

Angela sighed. She looked around the kitchen and then went to the hall where she put her shoes on and went to the clothes shop in the village. There was lot of things happening today.