They Do Not Realize 01

>04 September 20XX
>Tomorrow is going to be my first day of school at Ramstein Academy for Firearms. I am very excited to be here, having worked hard to get here in first place.
>Of what I can tell, all of other firearms here seem nice enough; different than home country. Many have brought over some of their home’s comforts, some of which were fine, though others I suspect of being joke with some smelling of kerosene.
>As I have expected, my presence has been noted with some already amazed at me, though others still seem suspicious. Of course, they have good reason, for I am not typical rifle that comes to this school.
>What caught me off-guard was that good portion of fellow classmates are Kalashnikovs. But, as expected from NATO school, most of firearms are German, with few living not too far from here.
>Speaking of meeting my new classmates, I have yet to see my roommate. Signs of her presence are very clear, for room is immaculate, even on my side.
>I hope roommate is not some uptight German rifle, given it was painful enough to be fluent in their language. To actually live with one would be torturous with all their rules.
>I hear my roommate coming in. Closing you for now.

* KURWA!
At that instant, a girl with auburn hair, a very fluffy scarf, tiny dog-like ears and a curled bushy tail burst right through the door. Her eyes immediately darted to the girl now closing her journal at the desk and briskly came approached her.
* “Cześć, I am Beryl! You must be Sturmgewehr 90!” said the excited Pomeranian girl as she vigorously shook the girl’s hand. “O kurwa, my roommate is famous marksman rifle! Very rare to see rifles like you.”

“Yes, nice to meet you as well, Beryl.”
>”Oh great, roomed with a Polack…Could be worse.”
 “I hope we can be good friends here.” said SG550, straining a smile.

* “Don’t plan on being neutral about it, kurwa? I like you already. Oh! Oh! Why you here-”

Just before Beryl could finish her question, a short blond girl appeared in the room, slamming the door behind her.
- “Hide me!”
In a swift motion, SG550 opened the closet door and nearly threw the girl inside, following up with a flourish as she closed it. Not a second sooner, a girl with a boxy build and black hair slammed open the door, looking very irate and out of breath.

+ “Where is she!?”

* “Kurwa, who?”

+ “Don’t be coy, Polak, you know who I am speaking of!”

“G36, the only person that has come in, outside of us, is just you.”

Not satisfied with the answer, G36 narrowed her eyes at the two rifles in the room.
+ “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, SG550, you are a guest here, where as I am the top rifle here and favored weapon of the Deutsche!”

SG550 slowly moved towards G36, inching closer and closer to her, using her height to tower over the German rifle.
“Yes, and as the top rifle and being of the host country, you should be more welcoming to your guests, and setting a good example to us and for your country. Now would you mind leaving us in peace?”
Grimacing,  G36 began to back away.

+ “Y-yes. But, if I fin-“

“If we see this mysterious girl, we’ll tell you.” And SG550 closed the door in the German rifle’s face.

Opening up the closet door, the petite blond girl with hazel eyes jumped out, breathing a sigh of relief.
“What did you do?” said SG550, turning towards the girl.

Facing her back towards the two rifles, the tiny blond gave a small chuckle.
- “Revenge.”

* “Revenge, kurwa?”

- “Yes. Revenge for what those krauts did. Revenge for the battle of my bulge.” Turning around, the blonde rifle displayed an impressive soldier standing at attention and ready to pounce. SG550 and Beryl both stared at the large mass speechless, trying to wrap their minds on what they were witnessing.
- “Ha, just fucking with you two.” the blond said, while reaching down and producing a large sausage. “I’m MK18, nice to meet you two. Brat?”

“N-no, I’m good”

* “Thanks, kurwa!” and Beryl quickly accepted the offering and began to bite into the bratwurst.
* “Ohf! I’m Beryl, nife to meef you too!”

- “Nice, great to see another Pole here. Lots of you live close to where I was originally from.”

* “Ohf? Where are you from?”

- “Originally from the naval base on the Great Lakes, back in the United States. Lots of Poles live close to the area. And you, big girl?”

“Sturmgewehr 90, or SIG SG550 to you Americans.”
Instead of greeting SG550 with the same warmth as Beryl, MK18 began to inspect her with a suspicious look.
“Hey! What’s this all about.” pushing away MK18 as she was reaching towards SG550’s hat.

- “Hmm, nothing…Anyway, nice to see a Swiss rifle. Love your guys’s cheese.”
“Ah, yes, thank you. Though, what is am American rifle doing here?”

- “Gotta represent the US of fucking A with all these NATO rifles around. And I wanted to get out of the country for a bit.”
- “Good thing I ran into you guys, these krauts are annoying me. Gonna split for tonight, see ya.”
And in a flash, the little rifle disappeared

“Well, she was an interesting rifle.”

* “Kurwa, this looks to be a fun year already!”
In that instant, Beryl quickly fell asleep right on top of her bed, completely knocked out.

Seeing her roommate completely asleep, SG550 began to strip out of her cloths.
Removing her hat, a pair of wolf ears popped right out, and a black tail swung freely from the base of her back.
She put on her nightgown and made her way back to her desk, flicking on the light and unlocking her journal.
>I have met NATO rifles and have not been discovered. They do not realize I am vepr.