A Historical Moment

Chapter Four:
World War II ~ Part 2

Summary:
With bombs dropping all around and a face she'd never expect to see again staring down at her how can she get out of this alive? Especially when everything is falling down around her and crumbling to ash.

What is dead, may never truly be dead.

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Those green eyes stared down at me. Those damned eyes that I swore I'd never see again, not in my dreams. Not in my Travels. Not ever.

"Well aren't you a pretty lass?" His muscular arms wrap around my slender waist as he heaves me up off the ground and against his warm chest leaving my heart fluttering like a butterfly. "Time to go, this is a war after all."

With his arms around my waist he drags me backwards out of the no man's land towards his ally's trench, my already muddy boots leaving large troughs in the mud behind them. Cold rain falls around us, slapping the muddy ground with such a force it leaves large indentations. The rain soon seeps into my white dress, turning it a dull grey and chilling me to the bone. The stench of burning bodies hits my nose at the same time we begin descending downwards but not before I turn my head abruptly and see what's on the other side of us; a large building with a barbed fence around it and huge chimneys billowing out a sickening black smoke.

A tear slides down my frozen face, or perhaps it is more rain, before the building is stolen from my sight and is replaced with mud walls and hypothermic faces.

"My, my Tak. What have you pulled from the wa- A nurse? What's this?" A grizzly man approaches us, his rancid breath fanning across my face as grimy smile shone at us. Tak's arms tighten around my midriff as the ugly man approached us. He looked putrid and smelled even worse with his wiry white hair and deep wrinkles. He must have been at least eighty. Nothing like the blonde Adonis currently holding me intimately.

Something stuck with me though; that stinky man called me a nurse, and with a quick glance down at my attire I could see what he meant.

Brown leather boots covered my small feet tinged with dried mud and something that looked like blood. The same went for the shins of the white pants that were tucked into the ankle high boots. A white apron reached her knees with a large red cross on the front which overlapped a stark white turtle neck.

"Tak Attack! You bloody magnet, getting all the ladies aren't ya?" A boisterous man came over to Tak, who still had not let me go, and slapped the blonde man roughly on the back twice. The thumps buzzing through Tak and into my own body, shaking it like a leaf.

"Oye Kane, just 'cause I have a lady waiting for me back home, doesn't mean I ain't no magnet." Take replied with a smile in his voice.

My blood went cold. Oh god. What if Ta had a significant other? No, he didn't. It was me. Or Misa. Who was me. Black splotches filled my vision as the two men continued to talk and I felt myself sag into Tak's arms as my consciousness faded.

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Bombshells and gunshots awoke me from my unwanted slumber. Damn it all. Why was I so weak? If I were in my true body I wouldn't have this proble- Perhaps I was in my own body? Perhaps not. When did Traveling become so stressful all of a sudden?

"She's one of them."

"What do we do with her?"

"Should we shoot her?"

"No! She's valuable."

"I say we just toss her into the firing line, see what happens. Free entertainment."

"You're sick, Kane."

"Sorry, Lieutenant Tadashi. Forgive this fool."

I could distinguish four different voices. Two were unknown, while one belong to Tak's friend: Kane. The other belonged to that rancid old man who first approached us. A thousand questions raced through my mind, but one thought stuck out like a sore thumb: Run.

Shaking off the dirt from her uniform, she glanced around her. Only one shamble of a door, which in reality was a cloth blanket, although the underground room I was placed in seemed to be some form of meeting room as maps were strewn about. With careful tip-toe steps, I glared at the map, attempting to decipher it. Although it was written in some form of code, the words; "1945, South Trench, Auswitzch."

With a furrowed brow, and careful steps, I pushed back the blanket slightly to see a large, burly man standing in front with a rifle held in two hands. Burn him, of course there had to be guards. Spinning back on my heel I took in my surroundings again, there had to be something I could use in here. Grabbing a map and rolling it into a lovely roll, I tucked that into the waistband of my pants underneath the loose apron, and with a quick shuffle I made sure it wasn't visible. Although I couldn't understand the entire thing, better safe than sorry when it comes to my location.

The room slowly became darker and darker as the sun began to set, which would give me the perfect blanket of darkness although it made hunting for a weapon all the more usele- Oh wait. With quick, hurried steps I approached the mat I had awoken on, a smirk spreading across my face as a metal drink container lay there full of blessed water.

Uncapping the container quickly, I allowed the water to pour into my parched, open mouth, and when the container was half empty I again approached the blanket-door. With a slight shift I noted that a different guard was now standing outside. Dammit, he was huge. Way too tall for me to successfully reach his head and knock him out. Time for a new plan. Pacing back and forth in the small, mud room with the sun setting frayed her nerves. Heaving a breath in she felt herself hyperventilate, needing to get out of here before they killed her. Or worse.

"Ding-a-ling." I muttered under my breath as a lightbulb idea overtook her.

Taking a deep breath she let out a high-pitched scream and followed it with sobs, albeit fake sobs, but the big oafs wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

"What the—Shut up you whore!" The burly guard lumbered into the room, having to duck his head slightly in order to move around. For once her short stature was an advantage as I scooted behind him and kicked the back of his knees out causing the oaf to fall to his knees. With a grin on my face I knocked him out with the metal canteen with a solid thunk.

Reaching down, I disposed him of his handgun, tucking it into the top of my boot. Twisting his huge arms at weird angles, I also disposed him of his coat. It would be cold after all and with him unconscious I would need it a lot more than him. Yet as I was pulling the coat over my arms, a flash of black and red caught my attention. There on my right upper arm, was a patched sigil.

Of the Nazis.

And I had just been brought into an Ally camp.

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Pulling the coat tighter around me, I stumbled through the thick foliage, towards who knows where. The rustle of chains and the sound of a whip caught my attention. Ears perked I followed the sounds, most likely to my doom but just as the trees began to thin out, I could hear the distinct sound of sobbing and more importantly, the sound of wailing. As the sobbing became louder and louder, I was steps away from a clearing when a heavy body crashed into me. Seriously, these people need to go on diets.

"Lass, where do you think you're going?" An alluring voice asks me, his honeyed breath tickling my ear. He seemed comfortable, I on the other hand, was squirming like a worm.

"Out for a walk. It's good you know, to walk—" My voice trailed off as I stopped squirming. Tak, the bastard, was straddling my waist. See, it's not every day that a hot, muscular man who makes your heart flutter and your blood rush to unknown regions is straddling your waist. Alright, so he was heavy, but with red cheeks and a horde of butterflies in one's stomach, you don't tend to notice.

Tak's forearms were pressed into the dirt beside my ear, and his breath was now fanning my face. Our noses were mere inches from each other and from this close I could see his beautiful green eyes were flecked with gold.

If either of us were to lean closer, we would be kissing. A sigh nearly bubbled out from me at the thought before I quickly pushed it back down again. He had someone waiting for him back home, away from the warfront.

"You know…You look just like my fiancée back home." His soft voice mumbled as he drew closer, and closer until…

"HALT! Who goes there?" A heavy thick German accent called out, stopping us moments before our lips would touch.

An artificial light shone on the two of us laying there, our eyes open and wide like deer caught in the headlights. We had been caught.

Just not by our team.

A/N: I'm so sorry! This has been way too long in the making, but I thank all my beautiful readers for sticking it out. School has been a pain, especially since I just moved and have been adjusting for the past yonks.

I also know this chapter is SERIOUSLY short and has a little bit more swearing than normal, but, what can I say? I wrote this at 1am and have school in... a day. So I'm miffed.

I was also going to make this into 2 parts, but decided that 3 is a party so here it is. :3

Disclaimer: I do not own Maid-Sama, if I did, Maid-Sama would be as popular as SAO.

Question for future travels: Many people are asking me to do the Edo/Shogun area and I'm requesting a beta or someone who has knowledge in that time period to bounce ideas off with, if you're interested, PM me or review. I don't mind which.

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Ja ne,
Snowy XxX