"That's where you'll be staying, sufficed to say that Britain is a ways away, it'll be at least a day, you'll need overnight rooms" Nimitz says chuckling. Y/n however, raises an eyebrow
"I'm going to Britain?" He seemed amused. Nimitz nods
"It's the place furthest away from those... machines" he explains. Y/n nods, understanding.
"Problem:" Y/n declares whimsically. The man hums in response
"I've never been on a cruise before, I have no idea what these numbers mean-" Y/n is quickly cut off by Meyer slinging his arm around the boys shoulders.
"Oh Bitte! I've got us covered boyo!" Meyer says with a smirk.
"What are you plotting Meyer?..."Y/n looks at Meyer emotionlessly
"Well, you get to it gents, godspeed" Nimitz says, patting Y/n on the back
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Well Y/n had no idea how Meyer keep his cool, as the moment they were onboard Meyer scurried off to explore
'And to probably steal some of the hotel's things, knowing Meyer' Y/n thinks to himself
Completely alone, Y/n decided to follow the sign that said: bar
Walking down the Velvet carpeted hallways Y/n had an opportunity to truly appreciate how fancy it was, the room doors were all made of varnished wood, the hallways were made of drywall, decorations hung around every corner, it was a far cry from his foxhole in Russia, and he wasn't complaining
After what seemed like an eternity, Y/n finally stumbled upon the bar. The sun had just started to set creating beautiful lighting in the bar, it was surprisingly completely empty
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It was in this place of leisure that Y/n realized how tired he really was.
He still wore his armour, and his face was still dirty, he felt tired from all the days of fighting
Dropping all of his bags, he collapses in one of the lounge chairs. His armoured Trenchcoat draping itself down around the creases of the chair.
Y/n takes a few deep breaths, taking his helmet off and dropping it off the edge of the chair with a bang. He cups his chin, resting his head on his hand, breathing calmly.
His eyes start to get drowsy, closing slightly.
"Oh my~" a calm, motherly voice sounds out behind Y/n in a British accent, just like they did on the Russian front, Y/n's eyes shoot open at the new stimulation.
He whips his head around to find-
'Oh my god...'
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