GermanyxReader WWIII on the Warfront Part 1GermanyxReader WWIII on the Warfront part 1GermanyxReader WWIII on the Warfront Part 1 by ~Hetalia-SA
Sirens wail, suddenly waking you up from your sleep.
“Sirens. Shut up so I can sleep!” It takes a few seconds for it to register that the sirens mean either a) the base you’re stationed at is under attack or b) is going to be under attack.
You almost fall on your face after rolling out of bed. You silently reflect on how being a soldier sucks sometimes. Especially when sirens go off in the wee hours of the morning signaling yet another attack made by the enemy. Yes, especially when the sirens go off in the morning.
You quickly pull on your uniform, and then run to the main building in the compound to receive your orders. Judging by the flow of other soldiers, they are doing the same as well.
Arriving at the center, your commander and longtime friend Alfred F Jones, takes you into his office to get away from the havoc in the front of the building.
“Alright, as you know (y/n), you’ve recently been ranked up. I need