Before he became him, Y/N Richter was an officer of the German Bundeswehr, and an attache of the European Union's German International Legion to the State of Japan. In an unfortunate event, he was brought into a different world, with a different tim...
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A/N: The story of Youjo Senki isn't mine, the GIF's, pictures, and videos are not owned by me. Credits goes to the original creators. I only own Y/N and the part of his story.
Heavily inspired by HOI4 Mods of Kaiserreich and Kaisseredux, and other fanfictions of Youjo Senki.
Gott min uns!
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January 27, 1910 Kronprinzenpalais (Crown Prince's Palace), Berun, The Empire
"UUUWWAAAAAHHHHH!!"
"HAHAHA! He's a strong one, my dear! And had a healthy set of lungs that you can hear his cries echoing in this room!" I heard a laughing, gruff voice of a man as my eyes winced at the blinding light.
How do I know that?
It turns out that I was reborn in a new world.
I was stuck in a slimy, mucky, prison that even my comprehended mind couldn't register at all. I was stuck there for god knows how long- oh wait, now I remember!
Being O, or Omega as I call them. Yes, I am not being a jerk here. THEY, because there were two people who approached me when I died.
My name is Y/N Richter, that was my name before I died from the first hours of the... nuclear war. I was at Hiroshima at that time with my fellow foreign attaches as we were attacked and caught off-guard by enemy jet bombers and missiles as they bombarded the shores, the dockyards, the ships, everything was on fire in a blink of an eye.
We endured that for almost an hour before I saw the pillar-like missiles or the ICBM's launching all over the place.
My whole body shivered at the memory before a calm sensation washes my soul.
I was saved by a voice of a man and a woman calling my name through the messy streets of Hiroshima, seconds before the missiles could destroy up the entire world.
For once, I was shocked, and gaping as the world around me altered. The streetlamps, cars, dead people and even the buildings are all covered in blood, in an instant.
They called me, as I do not know where exactly they are. They were around me as I could feel and hear. Until I notice a small figurine of two angels male and female, looking down at me.
I almost shit myself in fear as the two statues continued to look upon me with their lifeless stony eyes. I heard my name again and added the very popular words of angels,
"Do not be afraid."
Who wouldn't?
Another calm sensation splashes onto me as I remember taking a deep breath and facing the two statues.
