Germany raced down the hill, ignoring the shouts from his comrades of "it's suicide!" and "do you want to get wasted?" "We haven't even scouted the area, the Allies could still be there!"
His eyes scanned the scarred land, looking for any sign of what he was looking for. It had been a battle that had been costly, and something was very wrong in his mind. Something was off... As he ran, he noticed more and more Italian uniforms than German uniforms, but unlike the German uniforms, the blue uniforms were stained red, and weren't moving.
His eyes searched the battlefield, hoping to find something, but hoping not to find anything at the same time. The rain obscured his view at times, the mud causing him to slip and slide.
It was as he neared a little ditch that he found what he was looking for.
The sides were muddy, but for once, he didn't care, slipping down the side, getting his uniform covered in filth along his side and back and his hair a mess as he fell beside another of the blue uniforms.
"Italy…" He shook the small man gently, "Wake up…Italy, answer me!" He shook the Italian harder, his panic rising. He pulled away for a moment, and looked and saw his hands were red. So red, he just sat there, crouched over the uniform, staring at his hands, unable to process anything.
"Doi—tsu, I'm s-s-sor…ry, I tr-ried my best, bu…" Germany snapped out of his state of paralysis to look down at Feliciano, whose eyes were slightly open, his voice rasping. Germany said nothing, but held the nation close, one hand supporting Italy's back, the other, his head. He gave the shuddering Italian a kiss on the forehead, rocking the two of them back and forth. Unexpected tears came to his eyes.
He felt Italy's short, shallow breath against his ear, and three words. "Ti amo, Germany." And as Germany replied in likeness, Italy was gone…
Germany jolted up in his seat, having fallen asleep at his desk.
Another dream…only a dream…
He felt a gust of wind blow into the tent where he'd been planning field operations, but wondered how it had come through the fabric, seeing as he'd closed the flaps. He looked over in the direction of the wind, and saw a piece of paper laying on the ground, on top of some cloth.
Ve, Germany! The funny hat guy, he wants my squad to head out first today, for some special mission! You were sleeping so cutely, ve~, I just couldn't wake you up! Got to go!
Ti amo, Germany!
Ludwig smiled and shook his head. A dream, and nothing more. Italy was…wait…
He set the not down, and picked up the cloth, white, seemingly, until he unfolded it, and found that it was splashed red. Something dropped to the ground before the German, as he stood there, the bloody sheet in his hand having once been attached to a stick as a flag.
The iron cross bounced as a pair of knees hit the ground, and the sheet joined them.
In the corner of the flag, there were two lines.
Property of:
Feliciano Vargas
Dreams do come true.
Fun Fact: Germans had such low opinions of Italians, some generals would put italian units in the front, insuring their demise...*cough*
Yes, Italy is dead.
Wow, I really sort of twisted "Dreams do come true"...lol