Hero of war (Allies x Wounded!Male!Soldier!reader)

You hate the war. You had to admit that at one time the possibility of glory made you long for adventure and the chance to be a hero, but that is gone now. As you walk out of the military hospital, a piece of perfectly crafted metal where your left leg once was, you give an exhausted sigh. Life is gonna be a bit tougher from now on.

A dog follows you as you walk. Zuka, as you named here, a bulky German Sheppard given to you as a gift for your service. She gives a lonely whine, and you scratch her ears, her tail wagging.

“_____!” Keith, one of your fellow soldiers yells. “You’re finally out of there, mate. You wanna join us for a little poker later? Alfred said he’d play tonight.”

You shake your head. “Nope, sorry. I’m going home, can’t miss my plane. Plus, Al always cheats when we play, I wouldn’t trust him.”

Your older brother isn’t the most trustworthy person when it comes to cards.

“Okay, suit yourself.” He replies, waving. “And we all know that Alfred plays dirty, and we’re sure as hell willing to cheat right back. Hope I’ll see you again soon.”

“Not likely, when you lose a leg its kinda hard to get back into battle.”

“You lost your leg?” The Aussie asks, finally noticing your prosthetic. “Do Al and the Pommie know about this?”

“Not yet, I’ve told the doctors not to deliver the news until I’m long gone, they’ve got enough to worry about now. Also, please don’t call my brother a Pommie, I know that’s normal in your country, but it just kinda gets on my nerves.”

“Its not my fault he’s British.” The taller man laughs. “Good call not telling them. See you again someday, mate.”

“I sure hope so.” You reply.

You strap Zuka’s leash to her collar. While she is a (mostly) well behaved dog, and since this is a military airport you could probably get away with just having her walk behind you, but she is still an animal and you don’t completely trust her.

You board the plane, first shoving your dog into a crate and putting it in the cargo hold. She gives a slight whine, but you ignore it and take your seat. You’re glad to be getting out of there, but still, you wonder how your brother’s will feel about you leaving.

~Two months later~

You haven’t talked to Alfred or Arthur in quite a while, and they haven’t called you either. Perhaps they think the explosion killed you, but you did tell the doctor to inform them of your leaving.

This lack of communication is making you restless, so you plan to visit your brothers as soon as possible. Since they don’t get along well, and you don’t want to make that worse by visiting one before the other, you decide to go to the next place you know they’ll both be at. The next world meeting.

There were usually more people at these things, but since the world had just ended its war, few countries from the losing side had come. In fact, the only one you can see is Italy, who seems to always be where he is not wanted anyways.

“Vee~, _____!” He shouts. “Sorry about your leg. Would you like some pasta?”

You ignore the very happy country, the last thing you wanna do is bring back those memories of your injury. The Axis country comes closer, but Zuka barks at him, sending him out of the building in three seconds flat.

“Yo, _____, we thought you were dead, dude!” Your brother Alfred yells as he spots you from afar. “Get over here.”

As soon as you approach him, he pulls you into a bear hug.

“Um, nice to see you, too.” You mutter, pulling out of his grip.

“Aren’t you forgetting somebody?” A voice says from behind you.

You turn and see Arthur staring down at you. You’re a couple of inches taller now, so he has to stand on a chair to be above you.

“You bloody git, how dare you let us think you were dead for so long.” He continues, a single tear falling from his eye. “I thought I lost you forever.”

You shrug. “Well, I’m fine now, except for the missing leg, so why don’t we catch up on the two months that we missed.”

“Great, and you can get back to eating my famous scones again.”

You groan at the last comment, but at least now you can feed those crappy scones to Zuka instead of having to eat them yourself.