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Immersed Within the Clouds Ch.8 (Germany x Reader)

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Immersed Within the Clouds
(Germany x Reader)



Chapter 8:

The weary trio was able to obtain the kubelwagen without much trouble at all and swiftly left the camp. Gilbert unfortunately seized the wheel and now drove the small vehicle in the direction of their destination. Although his driving presented a sort of - dangerous sense, he seemed to know the whereabouts rather thoroughly. You kept quiet for a good measure of the journey due to the brothers often speaking between themselves in their native tongue. It wasn’t until you had begun to reminisce that a question had bubbled from your mouth.

"Why was the name of your plane 'Einsamkeit'?" Your accent completely butchered the pronunciation, but it was comprehendible nonetheless. It had left your mouth without a second thought, although, the swiftly forming grimace etching itself across the blonde's face was almost enough to change your mind. Gilbert held a smug grin as he drove as though he already knew.

"I was drinking with mein bruder and he kept pestering me about naming my plane. The more I drank, the more he seemed to persuade me. I had originally painted the words 'Herr Schtick' across the nose, but when I had sobered up - the idea was just embarrassing, so I told the mechanics to change it to anything other than that. In retrospect, that may have been dumber than what I just did because Gilbert and a few others decided to name it themselves." Ludwig finally grumbled with narrowed eyes and a straightforward gaze out the front windshield. Gilbert sniggered while he reminisced of that day.

"Oh, don't be so grumpy West! It suits you, ja?" He nudged the other's arm playful only to receive a glare.

"Einsamkeit means loneliness, right?" You inquired edging on for more information.

"Ja. You speak German, frau?" Gilbert tossed a brief surprised glance back at you as he weaved his way through the makeshift trail. You shook your head violently 'no', although this journey created a regret that you hadn't.

"Apparently I am a loner to some of the pilots at our base because I don't have friends," Ludwig rolled his eyes. "But this is a war. There is no time for friends! Besides - Kiku and Feliciano are my friends so I don't see the big deal."

"Hey! What about the awesome me?!" Gilbert pouted receiving an exasperated expression from the younger passenger. They had drifted into another argument in their native language which forcefully ushered you from the conversation once more.

The belligerent brothers ceased when the kubelwagen began to putter and wheeze. Gilbert whispered motivational remarks in hope it would keep the vehicle going. Unfortunately, the small machine had given way due to lack of fuel and the fact its engine had been crafted from poor materials. All three riders groaned as the kubelwagen halted, although Ludwig seemed to calm once he had a moment to in take the surrounding area. A loud roar of engines caught the attention of the group as several planes launched themselves overhead.

”I guess we’re closer than we thought.” Gilbert shrugged nodding his head forward. It was only a short walk before the base was in view. Ludwig and Gilbert felt slight comfort in the familiar scenery – at least until Ludwig caught sight of someone lifting off in his plane. His pace picked up almost to a steady sprint causing Gilbert and you to struggle to keep up with the furious nation.

”What’s wrong?” Gilbert huffed as they all slowed down. Ludwig glanced up in contempt to see another pilot flying his fighter among the clouds. His blood boiled and face blazed a violent red as he realized all he could do was glare at the unfair predicament.

”My fighter.” He finally growled in an answer. Gilbert frowned, but was quick to reply.

”At least your plane is still in one piece!” Gilbert challenged.

"Who goes there?" A steady voice called a few feet ahead. There stood a soldier dressed in a full SS Waffen military dress uniform. Before anyone could perceive the current situation, they were all restrained by several other soldiers, all of whom carried numerous firearms. It not so surprising they were immediately detained without a chance for explanation by the SS soldiers whose capacity for mercy was epitomized by the death's head insignia on their black caps. What was rather shocking was the amount of the soldiers who were swarming the base, ready to fire upon any individual who deemed bold enough to share an opinion against the Fuhrer's own. The SS soldiers whom captured you forced you through the base allowing a well enough observation of what had changed.

The pilots who were still grounded sluggishly dragged themselves across the way just to reach a simple destination. All the Luftwaffe members gave sharp impressions of their exhaustion as well as stress. Out of the corner of his eye, Ludwig even noticed an intoxicated pilot staggering towards his fighter before smashing an empty cognac bottle on the runway and hopping into the cockpit. These fellow squadron members were being beaten both physically and psychologically; it was as if they were being hammered into destruction.

The small group was approaching a building which seemed to lack windows and seemed to be a new development in the surrounding area due to its smooth paint in comparison to the peeling paint of the neighboring structures. All three of you were roughly forced into a small room where only a few SS soldiers remained as well while the door was shut behind them.

"Who are you?" One soldier had finally spoken. Ludwig adorned a deep scowl which both you and Gilbert mirrored.

"If you'd have given us a chance before shoving us in here, you'd know by now!" Ludwig spat with venom smothering his words. The same soldier who had spoken raised his gun and pointed it at Ludwig's face with a stoic expression.

"If you do not wish to cooperate, then we have other means of dealing with you." His voice remained monotone, though Ludwig noticed the corner of his mouth twitch in sadist yearning to simply eliminate three prisoners.

"For now I will go by Germany and my brother, Prussia." Ludwig raised his head as to void any suspicions that he feared the men who gazed back at him. It was silent before one soldier scoffed and the other two began to chuckle. Gilbert sent a shocked glance at his younger brother who seemed to be growing perplexed.

"Well, General Beilschmidt, I'm afraid only Lutz is referred to as Germany now." A soldier chuckled at the horrified expression both he and his brother wore. Now turning his attention to you, the soldier smirked.

"What's your name?" He inquired casually eyeing you up and down causing Ludwig's blood to boil and his eyebrow to twitch, though he was unaware of the reason.

"She doesn't-" Ludwig was interrupted almost immediately.

"I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to this pretty little lady." Although you couldn't understand a word of what the man spoke to you, his lustrous gaze created an uncomfortable aura you wanted no part in. When you stayed silent, the soldier grew frustrated as his backup snickered at his supposed failure to have you speak.

"Speak!" He cried now glowering at you. How could you respond when you hadn't any idea what he was saying? Ludwig and Gilbert tried to protest once more only to be ignored and threatened once more.

"I'll give you one last chance," His voice was low and he spoke slowly as you gazed back at him with your jaw clenched tightly as he approached your figure. His proximity was much too close for comfort, but you were stuck, frozen to the spot when your eye caught the gun he gripped in his right hand. "What - is - your - name?"

Your eyes met with his own dark ones which seemed much more menacing beneath the dim, flickering light which pathetically hung above them. After a few moments of silence passed by, the SS soldier growled and struck your face with the butt of his gun in a spontaneous example of his anger. You stumbled backwards and caught yourself before you fell over. He had brought his hand back up to strike you a second time when Ludwig launched himself at the soldier with a low growl. His fist made contact with the soldier's round face, unfortunately, only twice before the backup stepped forward and pried the furious German from the leader.

The SS leader held his nose as blood trickled down his face. Gilbert and you stood back, shocked by his actions. The leader's face grew red with anger before he began screaming comprehendible curses.

"I can shoot you right now, Beilschmidt!" He finally hissed in a lower level.

"Sir," One of the other soldiers spoke up calling his attention. "Perhaps Lutz should handle him."

The soldier smirked at the thought of his own brother stripping his titles and awards before having him shot by a group of men he had fought alongside. He stepped back and pointed towards Gilbert.

"Come. We will find you somewhere to stay. I'm sure your old bunk has already been reassigned. These two will be staying here until Lutz returns." The leader nodded his head towards the door. Gilbert glanced at his younger brother as if asking him for an answer. He merely nodded his head hoping Gilbert wouldn't try to play hero and decline to stay behind. Hopefully, Gilbert could figure out what had happened during those few short days they had been gone. He sighed and stood, shuffling from the room behind the leader and out the door.

The door slammed shut once more and it sounded as if this time they locked it. Ludwig groaned and rubbed his temples before stealing a glance at you. You were staring back at him with wide, questionable eyes. Fear was not what coursed through your veins, but it felt rather similar. Your heart felt heavy as it pumped at an incredulous speed. Your face tingled and a warm sensation discovered its way onto your cheeks. It was a feeling that was completely unfamiliar to you. You swallowed what little air you managed to catch as your breathing seemed to become an uneven pattern.

The world spun in Ludwig's jumbled thoughts. What had he just done? When Lutz heard he was still alive, he will go out of his way to eliminate him in anyway, but he had just made his job a whole hell of a lot easier. What would happen to you when- Wait. Why did he care what happened to you so much? Why did he lash out when you were hurt? Did he- No! That's impossible! He couldn't - and yet?

"Thank you." You finally whispered through your dry mouth. Ludwig glance back up to see you averting your gaze and a light pink across your cheeks. He leaned against a nearby wall and slid down until he was seated comfortably on the ground. You seated yourself next to him without making any noise.

"You're welcome." He answered after several moments of silence. As time drew on, Ludwig carelessly rolled his neck so that his eyes could catch sight of you once more. You were simply amusing yourself with Ludwig's leather flight jacket. He found even this simple, mindless action captivating. A smile crawled onto his face and he chuckled a bit before full out laughing as he realized he had fallen in love with you. What a soldier he was! Falling in love with the enemy was something he had never dreamt of.

"Uh - Ludwig?" You inquired at the strange event. Had he already gone mad?

"Do you want to hear a joke?" He questioned turning his gaze to the ceiling with a grin still present. He had heard thousands from Gilbert, and most of them seemed inappropriate at the time, but now he didn't care. You agreed, curious to know what kind of joke the up-tight, strict German had to offer.

"Hitler, Goering, Lutz, Himmler, and all of their friends are out on a boat at sea. There's a big storm and their boat sinks," Ludwig began with his grin still ever-present. "Who's saved?"

A grin pulled at the ends of your lips as you thought for a moment. After a moment, you shrugged with a casual, "I don't know. Who?"

"Germany." He chuckled a bit and turned his head to watch as you laughed with a genuine smile. It left him absolutely breathless at the stunning image you had imprinted in his mind and the sweetest melody your laughter made.

"Oh, so we're telling jokes like that, eh? Well I may have one for you," You giggled.

"I'd love to hear it." Ludwig flashed a toothy smile.

"Hitler and Goering are standing atop the Berlin radio tower. Hitler says he wants to do something to put a smile on Berliners' faces. So Goering says: -”

"Why don't you jump" You and Ludwig said at the same time and laughed.

"Hey! I was telling the joke!" You playfully smacked Ludwig's arm as he only laughed at your reaction.

"You heard that from Gilbert! He's told it to me a million times." He accused as you huffed and pouted.

Time passed with long conversations and comfortable silence. You both were unaware of the current time, but you had a nagging feeling it was late. During the hours within confinement, you and Ludwig lay on the floor; you both somehow were now positioned so he was laying on the ground and you lying atop him with your head against his chest. He absent-mindedly ran his fingers through your hair.

You lazily lifted your head to gaze at the ruggedly handsome German who matched the action. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards at the content expression you wore. Both of you inched closer to each other until the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of his hot breath against your mouth. He lightly brushed his lips against your own before pulling away. He was testing the waters before indulging himself completely in them. You copied him and brushed your lips along his and you felt him let out a sigh of both relief and contentment.

You both continued to steal light pecks before the desire for the other was building rather rapidly within each of you. He captured your mouth on his as your lips molded perfectly. His movements were desperate as if he needs you, though it was certain that yours were the same. The moment was sloppy and inexperienced, but that didn't matter. Your slender fingers entwined themselves in his strewn, blonde hair as his hands rested comfortably against the small of your back. They slowly lowered, however, and soon were resting on your rear which he used to pull you upwards with him.

Ludwig wrapped your legs around his waist once you both were settled in a sitting position with you on his lap. His swollen lips trailed from the corner of your mouth down your jaw line and on the soft flesh along your neck. His mouth traveled until he found a spot which gifted him a rather satisfactory reaction. He smirked against the spot as his teeth grazed the area and he placed a mark, signaling you were his whether it was taboo or not. Your grip pulled him closer to yourself, or at least you tried as a groan clawed its way from your throat. Ludwig pulled away after a few moments and several low moans rumbling from you.  

"I - think I love - you. No - I know. Ich leibe dich." Ludwig's voice was unusually quiet and his face was flushed from both the previous actions and the confession. You had gone tense as he said that, but swiftly relaxed and kissed him on the mouth once more.

"I love you, too." You grinned as Ludwig's hands came forward and he unzipped his own flight jacket from your body and appreciated the undergarments that greeted him underneath. He removed his own flight suit after you discarded the bottom half you still wore.

Your lips met each other’s once more as your hands roamed his almost bare body in order to become familiar with the new territory. Ludwig did the same as his heart pounded in his chest matching your own sporadic heart rate. This feeling was right, and you both were in complete privacy for quite a while now. Tonight would mark you as his forever.

(A/N: When text is in bold it means they are speaking German. I thought it would be easier than putting it in German and translating it later.)

So here is this - thing. I wrote this at around 4 in the morning and probably didn't spend enough time on editing it, but I'm trying to get these chapters out faster than usual and so far I'm failing...

A little action in here :iconiggybrowsplz: you naughty pilots you!

So let me know if there are any mistakes and let me know what you think of the story.

Enjoy! :iconshaplz:

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please continue I love this story it's amazing