So, I feel this pairing doesn't get enough love. Call me crazy, but I really like this pairing. This is a GermanyXFrance oneshot. It may grow longer but this is what it is now. (Translations at the bottom)
"You're Mine Now, France."
The 1940s. Everything is going to turmoil. Somehow I always mange to find some alone time.
This particular day I was sitting on my couch, reading a book, with a glass of wine on the table. I turned the page and took a sip of wine. Everything seemed right.
Suddenly, the phone rang. I set my book down and answered the phone.
"Bonjour? Oh, Commandant, c'est quoi? ... Quoi? Les forces allemandes? Où? B-Bonjour? Commandant?*" the line went dead. I hang the phone up shakily.
German forces? This has to be a prank…
I walked back into the living room shaking my head. Suddenly, the door burst open. Soldiers dressed in green suits with black marks and boots ran in and grabbed me. I was able to shake one off. He back into the table. I heard a crash like the wine glass fell off the table. Another grabbed my free arm. One came up and punched me in the gut. I doubled over never really falling to the ground. He took a look then kicked me right in the ribs. I coughed and looked up at him. He smirked down at me.
"Not so tough now, huh?" he laughed. I straightened up and struggled against the two holding me down. He rolled his eyes and punched me in the cheek, then ripped my shirt off and whipped my chest. I winced and tried to back away but the two holding me kept me in place.
"Just wait until General Beilschimdt sees this," the one who ran into the table smirked, "Let's move out."
The two holding my arms kept a tight grip on me as they lead me outside to a car. I looked around at the village around me.
"Exécuter! Défendre! Ne laissez pas-**" Was all I can get out as an alarm before I felt a hit to my head and blacked out.
When I came to I was handcuffed to a chair in the middle of an empty room. I looked around. The door opened and in walked Germany in his fancy black coat and dark military uniform. I glared up at him in disgust. He smirked.
"Well well, what do we have here?" he smirked as he walked closer. My eyes scanned up his coat to his face. All I did was glare.
"Nothing to say? Might as well say it. You're weak, France. I will take your country over. For years, your people have been downgrading mine. Well," he smirks, "the tables have turned."
He crouched down in front of me to look me in the eyes. Our blue eyes practically made sparks fly with intensity.
"You won't win," I finally said. He chuckled.
"I already have." He took a glove off and ran a hand up my chest. I struggled against the chair, glaring at him.
He laughed darkly and smirked at me, "You're mine now, France."
My eyes widened in horror as the door swung closed, filling the room with darkness.
* Hello? Oh, Commander, what is it? ...What? German forces? Where? H-Hello? Commander?
** Run! Defend! Don't let-