Disclaimer- i don't own hetalia.
This was an idea i got because my personality is a lot like Germany's and i have a promise to protect those i care for even if it means the loss of my life in the process. To me they are like Italy is to Germany. Well, i felt useless after just blowing out my knee while helping a friend out and i thought 'What if Germany gets hurt with an injured leg and tries to continue life as usual while it heals but it becomes hard. He can't stand sitting around doing nothing and even with the use of his cane, struggles to continue his work. I myself am using a cane in the same manner and it seems to comein very handy when an anoying person is around. Hope you like it, this is only the intro though. Please REVIEW!
Intro:
He could remember it. The sound of tires screeching, desperate to stop in time but he knew they wouldn't. The strong smell of burnt rubber that told him it was too late. The flash of a promise he knew he needed to keep.
He turned to look down at his italian friend, peacefully sleeping in the passenger seat, unaware of the semi that was going to hit them any second. Time seemed to slow as the german man took in the serenity of the moment before the massive truck hit the driver side of his small truck in comparison.
He pondered the innocence of this sweet pure young man. This boy thrown into war and under his protection. His silky long light brown hair that hung down covering his amber eyes. His frail frame and lack of muscle.
He was the very essence of purity, innocence, freedom, happiness and all the things one wished to achieve but found it only in death when embraced by heaven's arms. Feliciano was his guardian angel. His spiritual savior. His friend whom he promised to protect. A promise he was going to keep.
He sheltered his friend's small sleeping body, using his to take the brunt of the force just as the two vehicles connected with each other. Glass from the windows rained down around him in small shards, some catching hold of his skin on his back, neck and arms, embedded into his jacket and forced deeper by the impact. He winced as the driver side door seemed to shape around his leg, trapping it in place and squeezing it hard enough to severly cut off blood circulation, tear through flesh and break bone but he couldn't feel much.
The only thing runnning through his mind was to protect his friend and keep him safe. Easy enough right? He had plenty of experience. He smiled at the thought but it was turned into a grimace when he felt the whole truck take to the air in flips. He wrapped his hands around the seat belt and the under neath of the seat, holding himself down so Feliciano didn't move. He was the only thing keeping him from moving and from being hurt. Thier chests rested together when the truck hit the ground and rolled repeatedly. Once. Twice. Three times then stopped after four, coming to a shakey rest.
He looked back to see the whole door was caved in past the point where he had been sitting. He felt the hot metal against his back when he tried to sit up a bit to give Feliciano some air but the metal and his leg kept him from moving. He looked back down at Feliciano whose tired eyes fluttered open.
Quickly, the german put on a sly smile so as not to worry his friend. Feliciano smiled back "ludwig..."
He stared at that happy smile for a moment, feeling slightly light headed. He tried to focus by staring into Feliciano's bright eyes but grew worried when they were slowly flooding with concern. He was about to ask something but he couldn't focus on the creation of his own words, instead he listened as Feliciano spoke with fear dripping from his voice but they came out in a blur. He couldn't figure out what he was saying but he knew when a red liquid dripped down onto Feliciano's cheek. Then more came, dripping faster and faster. He tried reading his lips only to find him crying the same thing over and over again.
"Ludwig...ludwig...ludwig...LUDWIG!" His mind slowly slipping away only to be siezed back by a familiar voice.
Buddha Wolf: Tell me what you thought, please review and sorry for the long thought before the story.