A/N- another bright idea that I took the liberty to write, I don't own the song Find You by Zedd and yeah, it's set in World War II. And i MADE SOME CHANGES AND IT'S FUN TO PLAY WITH HISTORY.
* AND I EDITED THIS ONE BECAUSE I WAS TOO LAZY TO REVIEW THIS BEFORE UPLOADING, SO I AM VERY SORRY FOR THE CONFUSION
September 14, 1940
Heil Mein Fuhrer! Heil Mein Fuhrer! Heil Mein Fuhrer! Heil Mein Fuhrer!
The people keep on proclaiming as I sat on the corner of the streets, there's a caravan where this Hitler guy will be passing by with his hands on the side and he kept on smiling like he had done nothing to the world.
I shook my head as I took another cigarette and lighted it, I was probably the only one who is walking the streets, because all of them are at the Capital, waiting for that dictator. Though, I admire his stache.
"Why are you here?"
I looked at the source of the voice and saw a pink haired girl, with the Nazi uniform composed of, black blazer, grey vest, black tie, white button up, and with the German army hat, and black skirt with black shiny combat boots, and on her left arm was the Nazi seal, swastika. And there was a medical pin on her collar. I shrugged my shoulders as I continued walking.
"I am talking to you!" she called, I looked at her annoyed, "was willst du?"
She was taken aback at what I've said, and asked me, "You're German?"
"Nein." I said with a hint of sarcasm, her gaze softened then asked me, "sprechen sie deutsch?"
I smirked, maybe it'll be fun to play with this German or brit girl, "Not that much."
"Hey, you can speak English!" she exclaimed, I laughed at her and nodded, "halt den mund."
"You don't shut the chancellor's daughter!" she shouted, I stopped on my tracks and nodded, "Okay there, chancellor's daughter, I speak English and German, may I know your name?"
"Bonnibel Hiedler." she said, I looked at her and nodded, I'll remember that face, I will.
I inhaled the smoke of the cigarette and exhaled it as I walked to her, by the looks of it, she's still 14 or 15..
"Neh, How old are you?" I asked her, she shook her head for a moment and said, "17."
Okay, I was wrong, she's still seventeen.
I nodded, when the crowd's cheer can be heard from this area, I looked at her and her eyes were lost, those pale blue eyes are lost, as if she's stranded in an island, directionless and just lost in the verge of confusion? I bit my lip, as I dusted my hands on my black slacks, still wearing my combat boots, and the blazer being tied to my waist, my white button up hanging on my shoulders, as I was wearing my white shirt being tucked under my black slacks, my black hair being tied to a dirty ponytail with my bangs moving to the direction of the wind, my red eyes glimmering at the darkness.
"You're seventeen, and you are here alone, tell me kid, what are you up to?" I asked, rather mysteriously to stop her from bugging me, but then again, failed when she bit her cheek and said, "Don't treat me like a kid! you're just a soldier!"
"Russian soldier."
"and so?"
"You're not afraid of me?"
"Papa says not all Russians are bad."
"Makes sense.."
I nodded, as I ran a hand to my silky black yet messy hair, "I'm going to the battleship, now."
"Help me first, and if you do, my daddy might recommend you to a higher rank." she pleaded, I gulped hard and shook my head. "It's better that you shouldn't."
"Please? I'm lost and I couldn't find a way out of this deserted place!" she frowned, I sighed as I patted her head, she was just the same height as my chest.
I took the cigarette out of my mouth and threw it on the ground and started stepping on it, after that, I offered her my hand and said, "consider yourself lucky, I'll bring you to the caravan, but in one condition.."
she tilted her head for me to elaborate, "Don't tell anyone about this meeting of ours, and don't ask why."
though, she's confused at what I said, she nodded, and took my hand.
And it was the first time that I couldn't forget about that girl, Bonnibel Hiedler, the pink haired daughter of John Lennongrab, chancellor and ambassador of Britain to Germany.
"Here kid, wear this." I said, as I let go of her hand and took of my black dog tag, I gave it to her and said, "Because I'll be needing your help someday."
She nodded as we arrived at the caravan, we were two blocks away from the area, and then she hugged me, "danke."
I smiled as I ruffled her hair, "What do you want to be when you're older?" I asked her, she smiled at me widely and answered, "since you're a soldier and you'll be needing my help someday, I want to be a medic!"
I laughed at her childishness, ah, to be young and free, again. I wonder how that felt.
"You'll be, and since we're here..." I paused, "I'm going now."
she pouted before grabbing my shirt, "how will I know that it's still you? after so many years? how can I remember you? I'm still seventeen!"
I chuckled as I crouched down to her level and held her by the shoulders, "You'll remember these red eyes."
her eyes widened and smiled at me, "I will!"
I giggled, "good, now go."
I'm not really Russian, I just know how to speak one, what I am? well, my father's American but I grew up in a Russian household. So, I'm practically Russian not in blood by my heart.
I am Marceline Petrikov, daughter of Simon Petrikov and Betty Grof.
And I was still 22 at that time, how time goes so fast.
x-x-x
November 4, 1945, 4:30 AM, Lennongrab Mansion
When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.
"Remember that always, Bonnibel, hm?" a greying old man said as he held the chin of the pink haired woman who nodded.
"Yes, Papa." she silently said, John Lennongrab nodded and sat back on his seat as he puff out another smoke from his pipe, "You may now go, your mama is at her quarters, you now have the liberty to visit her."
with a firm nod, and a kiss on her father's hand, she walked slowly and let out a deep breath.
this is it, Bonnibel.. you will be now helping the soldiers in the battlefield. she stopped thinking when she rounded a corner and arrived at the bedroom of her mother, she knocked, once... twice... and thrice... when someone said, "come in!".
she slowly came in, adjusting her uniform composed of dark green blazer, white button-up with dark green pencil skirt. And with a belt on the blazer to the hip area and black shoes. And on her other hand was the hat, she can already hear the Austin K2 ambulance outside her home.
"Bonnibel, you look beautiful." her mother said, when Bonnibel reached 20, her mother was bedridden, ever since that day, which has been two years later, her mom is still there, like a lifeless body.
"Thanks, mama... when I get back, I'll give you my medal of honors." she smiled as she came near her mother and hugged her tight, her mother stifled a laugh and patted her daughter's head.
"be careful with the Russians alright, not only them but with the Germans.." she warned, Bonnibel nodded as she kissed her mother's head.
"I will, mama... I now need to go.." she said, once again, as she kissed her mother's forehead, her mama nodded and after Bonnibel was out, she silently prayed that her daughter will be alright.
x-x-x
November 4, 1945, 6 AM, Departure Area, Scotland Yard
"Okay, we are now heading to Berlin, Germany, they need us there, I need you to remember the precautions and don't be afraid, alright?"
"aye!" they all said in unison, they were now inside the ambulance, the woman that was speaking was Asian, though she doesn't know why an Asian got there (because of strict rules) she was somewhat glad at the change of the environment.
"I am Mujigae Sowo, but you can call me Lady, I am the head nurse, and you must be Bonnibel Hiedler?" she asked as she sat next to her, Bonnibel nodded when two girls overheard the conversation.
"You're German?" a red head asked, which she answered with a, "yes, but I was adopted by Chancellor Lennongrab."
the red head nodded and continued talking with a curly girl who keeps on munching on a cinnamon stick.
"since you're new here, our enemies are composed of German and Russians, you know how to differentiate brits and the latter, right?"
Bonnibel nodded, "Good, now I want you to be in squad A, you'll be meeting your squad mates at the departure area, and they will have to explain the other things to you, okay?"
Bonnibel again nodded, "Yes, maam." she saluted.
x-x-x
November 4, 9:32 AM, Grunewarld, W side of Berlin, E of Hazel.
"Petrikov, I want you to steal medicines at their main camp, you'll be with sbornaya 1, and if you can, include ammo and guns, we're still waiting for the German and Russian troops to aide us." A man with a curvy stache said as he adjusted his cap an got on in his vehicle (GAZ-67)
Marceline sighed as she rested on one of the trunk of her trees when her troopmate shook her leg, she looked at the source and it was Gregory, a stout 23 year old, she jumped and stood in front of the man, the man saluted at her and she nodded.
"What is it?"
"Major General Petrikov, I have some news for you." the man started. Marceline nodded, as the man continued, "The UK have sent a new group of paramedics which will arrive at area 22, by the ETA of 6 hours."
Marceline bit her lip as she scratched her neck, "thank you for that Corporal Megonov, I'll have my decision if we change route in our ambush by 2 hours." she dismissed the man as he saluted at her an he did the same, when the man wasn't facing her anymore, Marceline got back on her position on the tree and rubbed her temples as she gets a cigarette in her pocket and lighted it up.
I wonder what that pink girl is doing right now, how old am I now? oh right, I'm 27 years old, now she's 22... if she followed her dreams, then there's a possibility that I might meet her again, but what if she didn't? then she's probably married to some fat american or british guy.. nah, who am I to take? but to think of, a German girl in United Kingdom, and is the daughter of a Chancellor... while I'm American, and been adopted by Russians, we do have things in common... does she even remember me?
Marceline puffed a smoke before inhaling the cigar and puffing out some smoke again, not when she heard a gunshot. Her eyes widened.
She immediately jumped from the tree and gathered her troops, "holy shit, we're being attacked!" she shouted as she wore her tunic with raspberry piping and took out her rifle and revolver, "S-1 to the west, S-2 and 3, to the front line, now!" she yelled, the soldiers nodded as she hid behind the tree and started shooting.
Four, Five, Six, Seven..
Marceline started losing count as she saw her soldiers fall in her very eyes, afraid to lose her life, she hastily ran away, silently crying and praying that her life will be spared.
What the fuck have I gotten myself into?!
x-x-x
November 4, 1945, 1:45 PM, above Hazel, heading East to Grunewarld.
"Hiedler, we will be landing in Area 22 in about 13 minutes, since you're now a doctor, I want you to take charge, and remain in the camp, we the nurses will escort the injured and help you.." the red head said, Bonnibel nodded and gulped.
She then grabbed something from her and wore it, it was the dog tag that the raven haired woman gave to her when she was lost.
"That think you are wearing, where did you get that?" the red head asked, Bonnibel smiled sheepishly, "someone gave it to me.. though I don't really remember who, I was so young back then.."
the red head blinked, "well, just so you know, that necklace is from The Crown Colony..."
her eyes widened, "The Crown Colony? you mean that this dog tag is from The Crown Colony?"
"Where exactly did you get that necklace?" she asked, as she scooted closer to Bonnibel who remained sitting, she shrugged her shoulders, "I was lost at the caravan, then there's this raven haired soldier who speaks fluently in German and in English, I trusted her because she has a British accent and my dad at that time, was having a dignitary talk with that Hitler guy, she was wearing combat boots, and baggy pants with white shirt, so I think that she's a soldier.. and idk, everything was vague.."
the red head nodded, "oh my god, do you know who could that be? she must be from the Royal Colony, but then, there were no women in that organization... except for the queen, of course.."
Bonnibel let out a sigh and said, "and she promised me that she'll be needing my help soon enough, that is why I decided to become a paramedic."
the red head smirked, "that's one cool story, and I do hope that you'll meet her."
Bonnibel smiled and nodded, "I hope so, too.. thanks so much, Nurse Recca.."
x-x-x
November 4, 1945, 1:50 PM, Area 22
"sbornaya 1-2-3-4 have been ambushed, American troops are now at the area, this is Generál-Mayór Petrikov.." Marceline tried to call the other camp, but to no avail, still no one answered, she threw the phone and cursed.
"What the fuck, no one's answering, how the fuck will I survive!" she silently cursed,though she graduated in flying colors at the military school, and being the only woman who got this high in the military position, she's still afraid of death.
Marceline looked at the sky and it was a silky hue of orange and red, the sun will disappear soon, in order to survive, I should hide until the reinforcements will be here.
she quickly took off her tunic and took her medals, she puts her medals on her sack bag, she then left her empty sniper and puts her revolver on her hips, now wearing her white shirt, military pants and combat boots, she silently hid under the shades of trees and finds a safe place to hide.
When she felt the rustling of the leaves and a helicopter, she hides and saw that it wasn't the Russian nor the German helicopter, it was the United Kingdom. She noticed it was from the other country because of the flag and the huge cross, meaning paramedics and supplies.
Marceline silently followed the trail of the helicopter.
x-x-x
November 4, 1945, American Main Camp Site, 2:03 PM
"Ms. Hiedler, it's a pleasure and thank you for coming here!" they were greeted by a tall and muscular man, with sandy blonde hair and a goatee.
"I am Sergeant Jake Huschman, in-charge of Area 22, and these are my troops." he moved a little to see a troop of men smiling at her, she smiled back an majority of them blushed.
Then out of the helicopter, a red head got out and was greeted by the Sergeant as she introduced herself, "I am Rebecca Olson, but call me Recca, head nurse."
"It is a pleasure meeting you, would you like to set your camp here, now? we don't have any injured soldiers at the moment, we just ambushed the nearby Russian forces, though they are now dead, we burned their bodies... so?"
Bonnibel shook her head, "Yes, please.. you wouldn't mind helping us?"
"Of course." he said, then he called his troops to carry out the supplies and to make a camp out of the huge tent.
Meanwhile, while they were resting on their camp and still waited for the orders from above.
"Sergeant, we found something!" a blonde and lanky man said, Jake stood up and Bonnibel followed him. "What is it, Corporal Hudson?"
"It's a Soviet uniform, look at the insignia, it's Russian and probably from the Supreme Officers or Geneal Officers.." he said as he offered the tunic, Jake took it and looked at the raspberry, "Holy shit, this is from the Major General, Johnson!" Jake called at the man beside the truck which has the telephone, the man named Johnson, saluted at him, waiting for his orders.
"Call the above, there's a possibility that we killed one of the Major Generals or he's out there somewhere!" he said, happily, the men overhead what their sergeant had said, cheered.
Little did they know that few meters away from them was the Major General that they were talking about, Marceline Petrikov.
She sighed, as she climbed on the tallest tree and hid herself under the bushes, trying not to get caught.
When will the reinforcements arrive? I'll just have to stay silent and be near this camp, if anything happens. And if they're off to some sort of ambush, I'll raid the camp, because I didn't become the Major General for nothing.
She smirked, as she lit up another stick of cigarette letting the smoke and feeling calm her.
But the contemporary feeling was gone when someone pulled her by her foot and slammed her on the tree, Marceline's eyes widened.
She was being slammed on the tree by a pink haired beauty.
"Who are you? Why are you here?!" she asked, or demanded, like she didn't remember her.
Well, Marceline can still remember her, her pink hair, blue glimmering eyes, pink tinted skin, rosy red lips.
And wait, this isn't the time for admiring, she's an enemy!
Marceline bit her lip as she used her left foot to kick the girl on her thigh, she fell down, Marceline immediately caught her and they stared at each other's eyes.
"Dr. Hiedler! Doctor!" a man called, Marceline covered Bonnibel's mouth and carried her away from the camp.
x-x-x
November 4, 1945, 7:03 PM
"What do you want?!" Bonnibel demanded as she saw Marceline sitting on a log and drinking something from her water bottle, she had set a small campfire and caught a wild pig, then she added some herbs to the spices before roasting it.
Marceline didn't respond, instead she sighed and her grey eyes were staring at the food that she was roasting.
"chto vam nuzhno ot menya?" Bonnibel then asked, since she studied herself the language of Russia when she has a free time, the Russian soldier looks at her and laughed.
"What's so funny?!" she asked, annoyed.
the soldier still didn't respond.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, hoping that someone will hear her frustrated screams, she then looked at the Russian who shrugged her shoulders and continued staring at her food.
What does she want? she thought as she examined the Russian's features.
Marceline on the hand thought, she speaks Russian, German and English, she grew up to be a fine and good looking woman.
she blushed at the realization and laughed, what the hell is wrong with me?
"Why are you laughing?!" the doctor demanded, again. The Russian sighed and looked at her in disdain. The she finally talks.
"What is your name? what work do you do? tell me and I'll spare you some food." the Russian said as she ran a hand to her hair and took her swiss knife from her knee pad and started slicing the now cooked wildpig, she prepared two banana leaves as their plates, and puts a slice of the ribs on the two plates.
Bonnibel licked her lips, she was now hungry, and being tied to a tree for the past 4 hours is tiring. Who would've thought that upon arrival, she'd be kidnapped? by a Russian woman who happens to be a soldier? though the girl seems familiar, she looks like the German soldier that she met when she was just 13, but that German woman has red eyes, this one has grey eyes.
"Bonnibel Hiedler, Doctor." she responded, the raven haired woman nodded and cuffed the woman by twig of a tree and cut the ropes.
"How will I eat when my hands are cuffed?"
"Find a way."
"Are you insane?!"
Marceline rolled her eyes as she cuffed her feet by another set of twigs and cut the ones on her hands saying, "I won't do anything to you unless you do something stupid. So think twice before doing anything when you're with me." she warned as she looked straight to her by the eyes, their faces were just inches a part and she noticed that the face of the Brit was in deep red, which made her smirk and got back from her spot.
"Are you happy now?" the Russian huffed as she sat on the log and started munching on her food, the pink haired girl smiled, she's not so bad, afterall.
The Russian noticed the smile on the woman's face and blushed, she looks at the woman and scowled at her as she fought the blush.
"Are you not afraid that the UK soldiers might follow the scent of the food and find you here?" she asked, trying to start a conversation as she stood up, slowly (because of she's cuffed) and sat across the Russian, now they're staring at each other.
"That's why I put some herbs inside the food, to make it smell like regular herbs." the other girl reasoned, Bonnibel's eyes widened and nodded as she sniffed the food. Indeed.
"How about the smoke? they might-"
"Stop asking stupid questions, they will not know that I am or rather,we are here because there are 24 UK camps planted in this good for nothing excuse of a jungle, and if they come here, then sure, I can kill them. I didn't become a Major General for nothing." she said as she narrowed her eyes at the pink girl, she nodded and continued eating her food.
The Major General is a woman? How is this even possible? so I'm kidnapped by a woman who happens to be the Major General, could it be that she's beyond average that she got this rank? this girl must be notorious.
Marceline noticed the knitted brows of the pink girl, she bit her lip as she ate her food at the same time staring at the girl, why is her hair pink? how the hell did it happen? and she still don't remember me? maybe it's because my eyes are now grey...
Bonnibel is uncomfortable at the silence that they shared, she looked at the Russian who immediately looked at her food and started eating fast, she grinned. Why is she cute? her blue eyes were now drifted to those grey ones, it felt like she had seen those eyes before, the colorless shade of grey.. those small irises, almost covered by the color grey... she tilted her head, as she stopped eating and continued her gaze at the Russian. The raven haired girl was wearing a white t-shirt, her military pants, knee pads and her combat boots, hair being tied to a ponytail.
While the pink haired girl was wearing a black blazer, white button up and black tie with black pencil skirt and boots, and on her arm was the Paramedic emblem and on her collar was the British pin, and she was still wearing the dog tag, which Marceline recognized the moment she was pulled from the tree.
"Stop looking at me." Marceline finally said, she noticed the woman shifting her gaze to her water bottle, the raven haired girl threw the container at the pink girl which she caught and drank after that.
x-x-x
November 5, 1945, 2:09 AM
"What was that?" Marceline immediately sat up when she heard gunshots, and German swearings.
x-x-x
7/5/45,2:15 AM
Bonnibel's eyes widened as she noticed that she feels like that's flying or somewhat like that, but she gasped when she wasn't.
She was being carried by this Russian woman by the shoulder.
The sounds of gun shots were now an earshot to her, she then whispered, "What are you trying to do? get me killed?!"
"If you don't shut the fuck up then why not?"
"YOU RUFFIA-" she was cut off when Marceline laid her down and shushed her by pointing at her mouth, "Shh.. stay here and you'll be safe."
she nodded, she doesn't know why but she'll just have to trust this English speaking Russian in order to live.
x-x-x
7/5/45, 2:26 AM
Marceline ran as fast as she could to the area where she heard the gunshots, she crouched under the bushes and saw the German soldiers in the area, they were all in the vehicle and started killing the Americans, she was about to show herself when she heard the German say, "Totet alle, sind die Russen, denn sie sind nicht rein!" (Kill everyone, include the Russians for they are not pure!)
Marceline froze.
Why? Did they break the pact?
"der Generalmajor ist hier!" (the major general is here!) a soldier yelled, as he pointed his gun at Marceline, Marceline took her revolver and shot him to his throat, the Germans noticed the commotion and started shooting at her, Marceline ran but was shot at the leg, she fell down..
Damn it! she managed to stand up and limped her way to the Doctor who is falling asleep, how the hell is she still asleep with those fucking gunshots?!
"Stand up!" Marceline yelled, Bonnibel's eyes were now open and noticed that blood from Marceline's thigh. "You're bleeding!"
"I can see that, let's go, it's not safe in here!" she rolled her eyes before taking the doctor's hand away from the area.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
EDITED THIS: 8:10 PM (PHILIPPINE TIME)
MARCELINE IS AMERICAN, BUT WAS ADOPTED BY RUSSIANS (BECAUSE IN ADVENTURE TIME, SIMON'S LAST NAME IS PETRIKOV WHICH IS RUSSIAN)
BONNIBEL IS GERMAN BUT WAS ADOPTED BY JOHN LENNONGRAB, AND GREW UP IN A BRIT HOUSEHOLD.
THEIR AGE GAP IS 5 YEARS.
AND THE REST WILL BE EXPLAINED TO YOU, ALRIGHT?
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