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England x Pilot!Reader || Von [L/n]'s Express (1)

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Italy, 1943 – During the early fall season of fall of 1943, the Western Allies invaded the Italian mainland, following an Italian armistice with the Allies. Germany responded by disarming Italian forces, seizing military control of Italian areas and creating a series of defensive lines.  (At least that’s what Wikipedia says. Hahaha~)

 

On a day piloting the air through German Occupied Italy, it wasn’t strange for planes from both sides of the war passed through the town in which the story takes place. However, there will be one plane that will be shot down. That’s exactly what happened when a plane already burning from its tail wings, possibly about to crash not far from the village it will be crash landing at. Villagers looked up at the sky to bear witness the falling plane, not an ordinary plane filled with supplies, but an American plane.

Some Italians noticed this and started yelling, “Americano! Americano!” and grabbed the attention of several SS guards, who were having their lunch break you could say, and immediately hopped into the car, driving as fast as they could to the crash site. When they got there, all they could find were the burning ruins of the American plane and the Italian soldiers standing by, smiling like the happy-go-lucky and lovable idiots that they were.

“What happened here?! Tell us!” One of the German soldiers asked – more like yelled; commanded.

“A plane crashed here. Can’t you see?” The Italian private said, pointing to the plane or what remained of it.

 

“You better stop with your foolishness! Where is the pilot at least?”

“He tried to escape. Shot him dead we did!” The private said. At the news, the Germans chuckled and retreated to their luxury. Once they were gone, the Italians made fun of them, making weird and taunting faces and gestures as they turned to the American pilot they were able to save from the burning debris and patted him on the back in the back of the truck while the American watched all around him, cursing in thought of him getting captured. Kiss that special meal from Howard goodbye.

The America pilot already knew where he was to be taken; a POW camp where he will find out most of them will be British. Damn.

 

At the gates, there standing by in an orderly line were British soldiers and other nationalities – ones that were captured by the Germans or Italians during the invasion and were sent here. Home sweet home, right?

The soldiers that I was talking about before, they were now following the orders of a ranking British officer with shaggy blonde hair, some thick eyebrows and he possibly looked malnourished like all the others, but all that didn’t matter to the Italians, especially the one that served as the one running the camp, the cruel Blackshirt Major Luciano Vargas. Serving and standing in the gates that separated the prisoners and the staff, there was a man that served as interpreter and a very valuable officer, Lovino Vargas, Major Luciano’s relative.

The American pilot hopped off the truck and started at the officer that would hopefully speak English to him. He salute, Lovino returning his salute.

“I am Lieutenant Lovino Vargas. What rank do you hold?” He asked to the new arrival that had taken a peek of the prisoners before he was told the question. He took one glance at the Italian officer and relaxed a bit.

“Colonel. I’m a pilot.” The boy said, adjusting his jacket, “Colonel [Male Name] [L/n].”

[Name] was escorted by Lovino himself to see the man in charge of the camp, surprise that the man looked like Lovino and spoke rapidly in Italian for the [H/c] to not understand.

“Commander Luciano says ‘Welcome to my camp. I am Major Luciano Vargas.’” Lovino said while Luciano looked at the American pilot and didn’t salute, causing [Male Name] to chuckle and Luciano to look at him darkly.

“Is there a problem Colonel?” Lovino asked.

“It’s nothing. It’s just that it’s no wonder Italy’s losing the war with Commanders or Generals saluting like that.” [Male Name] said, staring at Luciano and smiles when Luciano saluted and started to speak more rapidly than last time, left with no choice, but to turn to Lovino for a good translation.

“’We, with our Italian hearts, hope you enjoy your stay here, Colonel.’”

 

~~TIME SKIP PROVIDED BY ENGLAND AND HIS EYEBROWS DON’T YOU JUST WANT TO TOUCH THEM~~

 

[Male Name] predicted correctly when he found out the camp was populated mainly by British prisoners. Damn.

He had to stare at all of them as they stared back until he was pushed in with the other POW’s that, you could say, saved from the Germans. The Major mentioned before, the shaggy blonde haired one, walked up to the American and then turned his attention to Lovino.

“VARGAS! You tell your boss that he will pay for [Random Name]’s death!” He said, not really noticing the confusing look that [Male Name] gave to him.

“It was only for discipline! Your Colonel didn’t have manners whatsoever. Good news though, I found you a replacement.” Luciano said, smirking and then laughing as he walked back to his quarters, earning a few glares from the prisoners.  The blonde haired Major turned his attention to [Male Name], already thinking of questions to ask. He was the Ranking officer of the prisoners after all.

“Was there something I missed here?”  [Male Name] asked.

“Oh, nothing. Just the injustice done to our previous ranking officer. He’s dead by the way.” The blonde Brit said, “Dead by harsh camp discipline!! You will be trialed once I get out of here Major Luciano! YOU WILL BE TRIALED!!” He finished and [Male Name] had to step aside for a bit since there’s no telling what could happen if he didn’t. The blonde Brit turned to [Male Name] and put out his hand. “Major Arthur Kirkland. I’m the ranking Officer here. Who are you chap?”

[Male Name] took the hand and shook it. “Colonel [Male Name] [L/n].”

“Are you now? I guess since you’re a higher rank, you assume command of us.” Arthur said. [Male Name] couldn’t believe it since this really wasn’t something she would have thought about, but it’s happening.

“I guess so. In case you’re wondering, we finally invaded the Italian mainland just three days ago.” [Male Name] said and then followed with cheers and great celebration of the news. Sometime soon, [Male Name] was led to what looked like the infirmary that the prisoners established. The one who led the way was the major himself, Arthur Kirkland. [Male Name] saw all the patients, each bead he saw was used by someone and barely any left for the newly sick.

“It’s almost a full house here.” [Male Name] said, “Aren’t there any medical supplies?” He asked. Arthur turned to him as h was tending to a soldier that fainted.

“There’s barely any left. Luciano refuses each time we ask Lovino. We’ve taken drastic measures into stealing rations from the Italians.”

A prison camp where they aren’t fed properly? It’s possible and [Male Name] understood they the whole world was at war, but did they not care of the moral laws?

“Sad indeed. I would like to be taken to my bed quarters now if you don’t mind.” [Male Name] requested. Arthur ordered two men to escort the Colonel to his bed, [Male Name] little space. That space had everything he needed except for the picture of a swimsuit model, which he tore down. After all that has happened, it took [Male Name] to process the whole thing. It seemed like yesterday that he was flying his B-17 plane, The Avenger, with his co-pilot and his crew to help out in Sicily. Then, [Male Name] decided to go off alone in the P-36 Hawk fighter and then just his luck, he was shot down and here he was.

 

[Male Name] was an injured pilot that wasn’t really who he thought he was.

 

Since he was alone, [Male Name] unzipped his bomber jacket and then unbuttoned his shirt to tend to the bandages around his chest. Unbuttoning the shirt more, his waist was seen and curvier than any other man. Now that it’s being mentioned, [Male Name] did look a bit feminine looking than most of the officers where.

 

That’s because [Male Name] wasn’t a male at all.

 

His real name was [Name] [L/n], daughter of General [Fathers Name] who was commanding a division in the Pacific theater. [Name] decided to go out into the war effort and help out as much as she can.

 

Even though that she was a girl, that didn’t stop her from leaving home in the middle of the night, cutting her hair out to look like a guy and used any means necessary to disguise herself as a man. She didn’t want to be like most girls worrying if her boyfriend will be coming home to her in one piece. In fact, she didn’t want a relationship with a man just yet.

 

“Just what I needed. A crowded POW camp.” [Name] said in sarcasm.

 

“Colonel! Colonel!” Quickly as the shouts came, [Name] quickly buttoned up her shirt, fixed herself up quickly and relaxed until three men showed up all appearing to be American. All three of them had some hope written all over their faces and looked at [Name] like she was the President of the United States.

“Boy Colonel. Aren’t we glad now that you’re here, Colonel. I don’t know what we do without one here.” The guy on her right side had sandy blonde hair that had a cowlick sticking out and blue eyes with glasses. The other two had brown hair, brown eyes or green eyes.

“The names Jones sir and these are my friends, Phillips and Mitchell. We’re from 105th. Well we were at least.”

 

[Name] was kind of glad to hear the American accent; it made her feel kind of at home when she heard it.

 

“Pleasure to meet you soldiers. Tell me, how many American are here?” [Name] asked.

“Not many Colonel. Eight, including you and us.” Phillips replied.

 

Some time talking with her new friends, [Name] found out that what most of the prisoners do here is escape.

“One thing Major Kirkland taught us sir while we were here is that if only one gets out, it’s a victory.”

 

~/+/~

 

Day one at the camp and it’s been going well; [Name] just had to make sure the men did as they were told by the Italians until she thought of a plan while she tried to become exposed by the men or worse, the Italians and then the Germans.

[Name] began talking with some of the other US prisoners and a few Canadian as another prisoner ran up towards them to get their attention.

“Colonel! You should come take a look at this!” The prisoner said, motioning for [Name] to follow him. [Name] did so willingly and followed him into one of the buildings that housed the prisoners through a ladder and then through a vent. She looked at a pile stocked pull of medical supplies and all sorts of things.  [Name] also noticed that Arthur was there as well.

“What’s all this?” [Name] asked.

“Medicine. Something those Italians should have given some time ago instead of ignoring our requests for medicine.” Arthur said, his arms crossed and counting all of the medicine that was there. [Name] was the only one that seemed to think that this was wrong in a way.

“Carlyle! I wanted these stashed for a future escape attempt.” Arthur said, earning [Name]’s attention.

“Wait!” She suddenly said, earning everyone in the room’s attention, “There’re sick men here that we can use all this on.” She said, stuffing as much as she could into her bomber jacket. She looked up at the men who were staring at her strangely all that she responded with was a smile.

“Gotta have a way to sneak these past those Italians, right?”

 

 

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I made another England x Reader story when I haven't even finished the other one with Pirate!England!!! /////SHOT

I don't own any Hetalia characters in here! I swear!! I don't

I was bored and I wanted to and I watched this movie that I seriously liked. It's called Von Ryan's Express and I recommend it if you like WWII movies. 
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There, a link about the story plot and stuff. It's also a book so if you read it. Let me know because I want it~!!!

Ahem. Sorry. I'm a fangirl. Anyways, if you wanna check out my other stories, here they are~

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Hope u continue :heart: