Okay, so I was reading my history book, working on my paper for my US History class, and I came upon the part where they talk about Italy surrendering to the Allies and taking it over. Well in my book it says, "But if Italy dropped out of the war, the Germans did not drop out of Italy. Hitler's well-trained troops stubbornly resisted the Allied invaders..." The wheels in my head started turning and this is what my mind came up with.
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Feliciano felt panic coursing through him. Explosions and gun fire surrounded him as he held tight to his gun. He watched, horrified, as Ludwig fought, tooth and nail, against Arthur as the other German shoulders fought the Allies that had taken Italy. "Please, Ludwig! My people have surrendered! Please stop fighting!" Feliciano cried, pleading in desperation, seeing the blood seeping through the German's uniform, staining it and trickling down his hands.
Ludwig only grunted and shoved Arthur to the ground, the Brit losing his footing and falling hard on the rubble sewn ground. In a swift movement, the German swung his rifle and pointed it to the other man's heart, crazed, his eyes flashing with blood lust. "How dare you destroy Italy, you selfish-."
BANG
The Italian screamed as he watched Ludwig fall in a crumpled heap to the ground, blood gushing out of his chest. Arthur panted, disbelief taking over his expression as he glanced up, seeing Alfred, his pistol in hand still smoking from the quick fire.
"Ludwig!" Feliciano screamed. He ran to his lover's body, his gun smashing into the destroyed road, laying forgotten. He knelt down and collected his fallen beloved's body in his arms, holding him close to his chest, tears pouring down his dirty face, leaving trails. "No, Ludwig, NO!" He screamed, sobbing into the dead man's uniform. "NO!"
September 1943- End
Sort of a World War II/War romance between soldiers. It never ends well.