>the cold winter nights weren't kind to you
>nightmares were par for the course
>Shell-Shocked dreams of contorted memories painted horrible imagery that vandalized your brain with frantic patterns
>war, death destruction
>past events intensified by your vivid imagination
>and in the middle of the hieronymus bosch-fueled night horrors were Aryanne, laughing manically while knees-deep in corpses, motioning you to come closer
 
>you awoke from the bed-time bad dream
>your coat was absolutely drenched in cold-sweat
>you look over to the source of all your nightmares, still laying in your hooves
>laying your cheek carefully against her neck you check her pulse
>still ticking away despite her major lacerations and your half-assed medical treatment
>getting untangled from all the blankets surrounding the two of you was no easy task as you tried your best not to disturb Aryanne
>she might be comatized but you knew better than to move around too much around those lost in the dreamless sleep
 
>you eventually manage to get out of the blankets, thanks to your magic and your hooves touch icy cold concrete
>with a shudder you make your way out the bunker door
>the night was silent, not a breeze in sight
>but it was cold
>really cold
 
>you walked a few meters from out the heavy infirmary door and shook yourself from head to tail
>the cold air crept around in between the hairs of your damp coat
>it was no shower, far from it
>but it eradicated the feeling of sweat and that's just what you needed
>tired, you securely lock the door behind you and go back to bed with Aryanne
>your mortal enemy, borderline psychopath with a twisted world view
>gets an apparent thrill from murder, seems to enjoy it somewhat
>fueled only by hate towards the 'un-clean' with the intent of eradicating it just for being different
>on top of physically being the finest specimen of equine anatomy you've ever seen
>everything you fought against, personified
>but pathetic enough the closest thing you could call a friend
>even if your feelings obviously weren't mutual
 
>the rest of the night went by surprisingly painless with no new nightmares in sight
>you stretched out both hooves in a satisfying yawn
>you haven't been able to sleep-in since you were first forced to join this stupid conflict
>peculiar enough by the looks of it, Aryanne was starting to twitch and move as well
>Aryanne fluttered her eyes
>her drowsy look soon turned to one of annoyance
>she turned around and covered her head in the blankets sounding little more than rustled
>"So. It finally happened. All ze glorious days on the front lines caught up to me. Well Hades, do your worst because Aryanne got a proper send off, on the battlefield. Like her Mutter would have wanted."
>frankly you felt insulted
>again
 
"You are not dead, Nazi. You are very much alive and kicking."
>"So this isn't meine eternal punishment?"
"Nyet"
>she looked around, observing her environments
>"I am in eine bed."
"да."
>"With you."
"да"
>she grimaced
>"Unt what in the seven hells am I doing sharing beds with eine un-washed FEMALE bolshevik?!"
>she kicked you out of the bed
>a gasp of surprise could be heard as she rolled with you over the edge of the bed due to the fact that both of you were wrapped tightly in the same blankets
>the kick didn't hurt at all, it was just surprising. Even if you should have seen it coming
>she was too weak still to do much damage
>Aryanne got the worst of the fall
>landing on her bandaged wounds she yelped out in pain
>you stare back at her, slightly pissed off
"Will you calm down for One Fuck minute?"
>"Were did you violate me?! Were did you touch me?"
>you got up on your hooves and started to fold the blankets strewn across the floor using your magic
>taking a deep breath to calm yourself down before answering
"It is old trick for keeping warm during winter. We exchange body heat, we survive. Simple as that, no?"
>"But I, but you.. GAH! Have it your way, Schweinehund!"
>you flash her a smile
"Good. Now, want some breakfast?"
 
>she didn't respond, but you dug out a couple of extra rations from some cupboards regardless
>while you were busy preparing food, Aryanne walked up to a medical tray filled with rock pieces and metal fragments
>"Hey bolshevik! I see you brought TRUE Motherland cuisine!"
>she rattled the fragments and horribly mimicked your accent for emphases
 
 
"No, Is fragmentation pulled out of you from last night,some old, some new."
>she blinked in revelation and studied the pile of fragments big enough to fill one an a half servings of cereal
>The somewhat impressed Nazi let out a low whistle
>"No wonder they call me die Iron Mare!"
"You stuck up Germaneians got bad sense of humor."
>"What do you know, bolshevik."
 
"I have a name you know"
>"Well out with it, If i have to hear myself say "bolshevik" one more time Ish will deepthroat a rifle."
"The name is Veronica."
>you looked over to the mush you were preparing
"Oh, look. Breakfast is ready!"
 
>GLORIOUS SOVIET RATIONED OATMEAL (made from oatmeal extraction, contains no trace of real oats)
>you brought out a big wooden spoon and served two healthy portions of the sad looking gray goo
>using your magic, you placed one bowl over to Aryanne while serving yourself with the other
"Motherland favorite, coming right up. You will absolutely be the likings of this!"
>you snickered under your breath, knowing damn well she wouldn't
 
>Aryanne forced a smile
>"Thank you Veronica"
>Germaneians always took food quite seriously
>even if the politeness in her voice was faker than the oats you were serving you still enjoined it
 
>breakfast time went by awkwardly silent so you decided to speak up
"How is you liking the food?"
>Aryanne tried her hardest to keep a grin up but features of cringe still shined through
>you let out a hearty laugh
"You'd get used to it eventually. Even I think it tastes like rat-shit."
>that seemed to break the ice
>"Thank die Führer! It tastes like conkrete unt paper."
>you let out another laugh, softer this time
"But it will keep us alive"
 
>Aryanne looked directly at you with a thoughtful expression
>"Speaking of. Why did you nicht sticke eine knife in my throat while Ich was unconscious?"
>you shrunk down a little
>"Why did you not shoote me when you first saw me? Ich told you I did not want sympathy from der enemy."
"First off our chance of survival increces by folds of ten if two are alive instead of one."
"Second of all you choose not to take my life the first time we met, so I will choose not to take yours, it is only fair. Whether you like it or not."
 
 
>once you both finished eating you rose from the concrete covered floors and took out the two bowls and placed them on a nearby counter with the help of your magic
>you trotted over to Aryanne and spoke up
"We will need to work together if we are to survive in these lands. We are in the middle of nowhere with both armies believing us to be dead or worse."
>you stretched out a hoof
"Are you with me, comrade?"
>Aryanne stared daggers at your hoof but eventually sighed in defeat
>"If anypony asks, Ich was water-boarding you ze entire time"
>she reached for your hoof and got up
>"Mein Freund."