>you had a nagging feeling this was wrong
>but you convinced yourself to just roll with it
>what's the worst that could happen? You should have died with your squad that night many weeks ago
>but you didn't
>because of this mare
>ignoring the fact that she was part of the death squad that threatened your life in the first place that is
>...and that whole dragon attack
>nevertheless she let you live
 
>"So what is on today's agenda? Du know these lands better than me."
"Well, first off we need the wood. Then food."
>the food stockade burned down along with most of the bunker-trench complex you were currently inhabiting
"We salvage here then look for food and wood outside"
>"Unt what are we going to eat outside? If you did not notice your lands are frozen all the fucking time. Iz it true that your army makes you cook soup on rocks?"
>you rolled your eyes
"I am a unicorn, I will heat the snow around grass and harvest."
>she still looked at you, not satisfied with your answer
"And NO! We have never been the askings of cooking soup on rock."
 
>you and Aryanne looked through the various bunkers spread out through the trenches for supplies
>you found a large amount of weapons and ammunition
>none of which you let Aryanne keep
>it's not that you don't trust her
>O.K. You totally didn't trust her with a firearm
>not that you needed weapons
>what you were looking for was fur coats
>you eventually came across a locker with the thick, vital coats
>you grin as your rifle smashed another lock
>sweet, saddlebags
"Here Aryanne, put one on!"
>"Nein, wearing enemy Red Army uniforms is degenerate behavior."
"You will look good with one one, promise."
>She looked over it once more, inspecting the symbolism stitched in it
>"But it is eine degenerate!"
>she whinnied
"Would you rather freeze to death?"
>"But-But!"
"If you are going to be this stubborn all the fucking time I will simply leave you locked inside the infirmary until I return."
"You do not wish to be the burden of our little operation, do you? You talk big about weakness and strength. Is a coat stitching gonna affect you That much?"
>She sighed in defeat once more and shuffled into the coat laying next to her
>this pony
>like talking to a fucking child sometimes
 
 
>dressed in the fur coats you produce a small woodsman axe and flash it in front of Aryanne
"I go gather grass, you go gather wood, we got deal?"
>"Ohh, so you're entrusting me with eine Axe but nicht eine rifle? I could take you out with either just as easily!"
"But you wouldn't."
>"Unt why is that?"
>you pranced around her joyfully
"Because if you wanted to you would have tried long ago~!"
>this seemed to infuriate her
>you really shouldn't play with fire like this but after all the insults she's thrown at you you deserved some fun
>"I-I... I WOULD kill you if you were not ze local expert in survival in these Celestia forsaken lands!"
"Suure you would."
>you magically place the ax in one of her many coat pockets
"Now get wood, we'll meet back at the infirmary bunker in 3 hours."
 
 
>you went your separate ways
>you went to microwave snow off grass
>Aryanne went to chop wood
>if it wasn't for the circumstances regarding the entire war thing you'd actually be pretty relaxed
>you shut your eyes and hummed a tune from the motherland while reminiscing of times on your farm before the war, were your only concern in the world was getting up early enough to stand in line for groceries
>how the good times change
 
>hours went by and your saddlebags were filled with fresh grass
>somewhat fresh grass
>fresher than the oatmeal you had for breakfast at least
>you met up with Aryanne at the scheduled time waiting for you at the entrance
>"S-s-scheiße! This place is so fucking cold!"
"You shouldn't have waited for me at the door, Aryanne, that wasn't necessary."
>"I did no s-s-such thing. This is meine second wood run."
>you opened the door and was treated by the instant feeling of warmth from the fire inside
>impressive
"Quite a pair of legs on you Aryanne, two runs in that time?"
>"Ja, master race remember? We execute everything faster u-unt more efficient. Now shute der door Ish am freezing!"
>the poor mare was shivering so you obliged
 
>you and Aryanne enjoined a big portion of grass each by the warm glow of the gentle flames
>the fire actually making the bunker's interiors rise into manageable temperatures
>you both went to bed early, determined to save as much energy as possible
 
 
"With that fire going on we no longer have to clench onto one another for warmth to survive the night, is this not great comrade?"
>"Yes it is mein Freund!"
>Aryanne beamed
>"You probably have fleas in that filthy coat of yours anyway."
>you huffed
"Good nights Aryanne."
>"Gute night, Veronika."
 
>you both faced away from each other before preparing to sleep
>just as you were about to go to sleep, powerful hooves warped around your neck and belly
>your initial instinct was panic
>you should have seen this coming from a mile away
>she was just using you
>just like her fellow Nazis had used you and your comrades for target practice
>just like your own government had used you to further their own power by sending you into a war you wanted nothing to do with
>you clenched your eyes shut and waited for the end
>...
>when it didn't come however you turned curious
>looking behind you you could see Aryanne totally relaxed while holding onto you with an embarrassed expression on her face
>"This never happened. Not a soul will ever believe you in a million years if you were to survive the things Ich would do to you if you told anypony."
>you smiled a generous smile and laid your head back on the pillow
>with your body now relaxed by the first feeling of genuine kindness you've felt in a long time, sleep came to you easier than it ever has been since before the war
>it just goes to show that it is possible to like WHO someone is but hate WHAT they are.
 
da end for now