His smile covered in blood and madness. Nothing had burned itself more into his soul than this smile. Every time Francis closed his eyes it haunted him, drowned his dreams in this poisoned mixture of blood and insanity which was part of the other blonde all the time. Francis could not understand why his precious little Ludwig had turned to this disgusting Nazi, killing others like they weren't humans.
When the German was little and well-behaved Francis was his angel. There was something about the French that caught Ludwig's eye, left him paralysed after a single touch from this holy hands. And Francis always felt like the guardian of this little boy, honoured by the thought of him as an angel.
Today he looked into this bloody and insane smile again, watching the blonde-haired, blue-eyed sample of an Aryan coming closer and leaning down to him. He watched every single move of Ludwig carefully, he analysed them, ready to fight for saving his life. However, Ludwig grabbed some of the blonde locks belonging to Francis and crushed his lips onto the French ones. Surprised by this action Francis opened his mouth in shock and gave Ludwig the opportunity to deepen the kiss and shove his tongue into Francis' mouth.
After a few seconds the tall German pulled away and broke the kiss, leaning against the forehead of the other blonde. His lips touched Francis' teasingly as Ludwig spoke.
»Save me, my angel. Please...«, he whispered not louder than leafs in the wind.
Francis was shocked by this words and the tears streaming down Ludwig's face. He begged him for rescue. And he called him an angel just like a long time ago. The German buried his fingers into Francis' clothing and kissed him again in despair.
»Please... Save me...«, the Aryan murmured every time he broke the desperate kiss.
Francis put his arms around Ludwig, pulled him closer and whispered sweet nothings into his ear. The German calmed down slowly and his kisses became much less desperate.
»I will save you, my sinner.« France answered after a long time between two kisses.
Ludwig smiled. And this smile was no longer insane and bloody. It was heart-warming and thankful. Ludwig felt how the madness turned away from him. As long as he was by his angel there was nothing to turn him insane again.
But when he left Francis he killed again, laughed about the fearful faces of his victims and was the Nazi again.