A/N: Andrei - Moldova, Luca - Luxembourg
It was dark. It was dark and all around them the sound of gunfire was filling up the night with a fearsome presence, filling every man's heart with fear.
Andrei drew his army uniform tighter around his shoulders before glancing up at his… friend, Luca. Luca was flat down on the ground, hiding from the enemy with his teeth clenched and his gun loaded. His once beautiful hair was tattered and bloody, and his once youthful eyes were old and hard. Luca wasn't a pampered rich boy any longer. He was a soldier.
"Andrei, keep moving!"
And so he moved, clutching his weapon in his had for dear life. If he had to, he wondered, would he have the courage to kill a man? Luca would. To protect Andrei, Luca said he would do anything…
The shot rang out clear into the night, an angel's voice perhaps, calling to him? Who knew that the sound of a bullet would be so loud, or indeed, hurt so much…?
"ANDREI!"
The scream pierced through Andrei's ears just as the bullet had pierced through his flesh - he only had time to look up and see Luca's terrified, horrified, distraught face - before collapsing to the ground.
"Andrei… Andrei please don't… Please don't leave me!"
"Luca…" Andrei murmured, pain clouding his brain. The hole in his chest was getting darker and darker.
"I swore I would protect you!" Lucia's voice sounded so sad… Andrei tried to reach up and comfort him but for some reason his arms refused to move. "I swore… Please Andrei, I can't go on without you!"
Andrei knew that was silly, Luca was the strongest person he knew. So why was he feeling rain on his face, when it was a cloudless night? Maybe if he let go of the pain, it would stop?
"Andrei, you can't go. I -"