The ground had gone from stale dirt to soggy mud, blood mingling in with the pouring rain.
Soldiers lay on the stained floor dead, or dying as many more fell with cries of pain.
Pleas for mercy and prayers of the end to this were swallowed up in the crack of gunshots and booming of thunder.
In the midst of all this, two men were left standing, facing each other silently.
One wore his emotion freely, making it impossible to tell whether the wet streaks on his face were the tears from his eyes or the falling rain.
The other wore a carefully painted mask, his eyes a striking blue that seemed to be as cold as ice in the Artic, and his mouth pressed in a thin, firm line.
"I'm begging you, stop!" The first man beseeched. His uniform was ripped and torn, soaking wet, and covered in thick crimson liquid.
He looked utterly pathetic, yet he seemed not to care anymore.
The second man stared at him impassively, his troop marching on behind him to catch up.
Chin tilted up and eyes staring directly ahead of him, the man strode by the other without hesitation or a second glance, his steps calculated and the air around him as heavy and as thick as snow.
"Please don't do this!" The first man spun around, and clung to the other's sleeve helplessly. "Ludwi-" He was unable to finish his sentence, falling to the ground as his cheek screamed in pain.
Brown eyes lifted -slowly- looking into blue with shock. He thought he saw the same emotion reflect through his attacker's eyes, but if it ever was there, it was gone as quick as it had come.
The men marched past him, into the city that would soon be engulfed in raging flames that soared high into the skies.
He would hear men and women alike;screaming, scrambling, trying to get somewhere, anywhere other than here.
He could only watch as his former friend led his men into this massacre with no hint of remorse.
That realization that his friend was no longer a friend, that cut him deeper than any blade would.
And so he cried sorrowfully over the remains of his city. Alone, defenseless, and torn.
The blue eyed man never looked back, ignoring the heart-breaking wails from the man that cried for his people.
Ok. So, as you can probably tell, this is the beginning of a new story I came up with. It's going to be based around Ludwig mainly, though there are a lot of main characters.
Such characters are: Germany, America, North Italy, South Italy, Spain, England, France, Canada, Cuba, Hungary, Austria, Prussia, Russia, Lithuania, Poland, Estonia, and Latvia.
The pairings: America/Germany/America, North Italy/Germany, Spain/South Italy, England/America, France/England, Canada/France, Cuba/Canada, Hungary/Austria, Prussia/Austria, Russia/Prussia, Lithuania/Russia, and Poland Lithuania.
THE FIRST CHARACTER DOES NOT REPRESENT THE SEME.
It means the person who has the feelings first, and is chasing after the other character.
For example:
England/America - England goes after America.
France/England - France chases after England.
Reviews are welcomed and appreciated.