Request: Death-Dealer123: GermanyxReader

“Everyone! Head out to the camps! We will begin work at dawn!” Germany ordered. You nodded your head and went outside, tucking your hair under your hat. Then you realized and remembered that your hair was too short to tuck. You had cut it all off to pass as one of the boys.
No, you were not trying to dress as a man, as everyone seemed to do in the movies. And every time that happened, your eyes would roll, on and on...
But anywho, that has nothing to do with anything.

Men always saw you as a prize that they needed to win. Every time that happened though, you would teach them a lesson, by throwing them against the wall and causing several injuries.
So, you decided that it would be the best idea ever to cut your hair off and dress more as a man. “____!” Germany called your last name. You turned around and your eyes looked bloodshot. You stared up to Germany’s face, but it was so awkward, seeing as he was at least a foot or two taller than you.
“Yes, general!?” You asked, getting a grip on your awkwardness. (Or trying to)
“I’m putting you in charge of the camps tonight! You are to watch the men and make sure there is no fighting! If there is any fighting! Do something sensible and report it to me!” Germany ordered, standing straight and tall to face you.

You buffed your chest out, but all that did was make you feel awkward.
“Yes sir!” You responded and saluted.

~*~

“Boys! Stop!” You ordered, about to scream. You were never that great at being a leader, and you knew it. “___! Shut up! You don’t know what you are talking about!” A man yelled at you, spit in his face.
You could tell all these men were out of it, they were trying to escape the harsh reality by getting drunk. Germany, your general, was perfectly fine with it. He loved beer, as long as the men didnt get too out of it.
The man spit at your face, you, thinking in the logic of a man having power over the women. (As the way you were taught) You took it, and wiped it off your face. You shivered a bit, as the men had taken the blankets to warm themselves up.
You sat down on a small rock and rubbed your shoulders and arms, trying to produce heat. But you had learned a long time ago that blowing heat into your hands would only make you colder, so you refrained from that.

The man who had spit at you snickered and turned to his friends. “Stupid girl...” He muttered in his low voice, his friends snickered.
Your ___ eyes shot forward and you stared at him.
“No.” You said, still staring, blank expression on your face.

The man stood up, revealing his height, same height as Germany. You were trying to pretend that, that didn’t scare you and you stood up to face the man.

His scruffy hair was unwashed, he wasn't clean, and he smelled of a dying horse. (Wouldn't suprise you if he killed one that day.)
“Excuse you?” He asked, spitting in your face. You grabbed his shirt and dragged him to your face, eyes staring at each other. “No one, calls me stupid.” You stated.
He was not going to take this, he smacked you straight across your slender, starving self. He hit your gut and your chest. You flinched back in pain but quickly threw a smack across his dirty face.

He grabbed your shirt and dragged you to him. Your eyes stared him down. You didn't dare move a muscle. He then planted a kiss on your lips and started making his arms down your back. You let this happen, you knew what you were doing. As soon as he didn't know what you were going to do, you kicked your knee up between his legs.
You gave out a laugh and grabbed your knifes. “Don’t try me, dearie!”

The man proceeded to grab his knifes and came at you, Germany then threw his arms in front of you two.
“General!” You yelled as Germany was stabbed in his arms. Didn't face him a bit. “What are you doing?!” You demanded. “Saving your butt!” He stated. (He had a point)
“I told you to tell me if there was any violence!” He reminded you, gritting his teeth. He turned to you and grabbed your shirt and pulled you to him. “Seriously, how many people are going to grab my shirt today!?” You flailed.

Germany smiled a bit at your frantic attack thing. “Anything you’d like to say?” He asked. You turned to him and gave him a high-five.

“Thanks for having my back.”