Ludwig stepped back into the tent to find Italy flinching in the surgical bed. Blood was seeping through the gauze bandage over the gunshot wound. Ludwig took off his glove and laid his hand on Italy's forehead, his temperature was burning, Italy was breathing heavily, his heart was racing, and was trying to murmur something to Ludwig. Ludwig felt his heart sink, crash, and shatter within him. He wanted to die with Italy, he could not bear to see his soul mate like this. If Italy suffered, Ludwig suffered more. It started to rain outside the medical tent. Thunder roared and Lighting roamed the sky, attacking the earth with fatal strike of power. The storm must have awoken Italy, he started to mumble something to Ludwig.
Italy- D...Doi...Doitsu...What happened to me? *thunder roars* My...My shoulder...it hurts..
Ludwig- I'm so sorry, Italy...
I- Wha...What?
L- It's my fault! It's my fault you are in pain! You were caught in the crossfire in my battle.
I- Crossfire? of your battle?
L- I'm...I'm so sorry... *drops head and tears up*
Italy gazed upon Ludwig in shock. he couldn't believe the information just shoved into his skull. Ludwig looked up from his palms to find Italy staring into his light blue eyes, straight into his empty soul. Using the strength he has built up, Italy put his hand on Ludwig's shoulder, forcing out a genuine smile. The two stared at each other intensely, the tension was unbearable. That action drained Italy of his strength, his arm dropped and his head plunged into the pillow. Fear shot through Ludwig's broken heart, he was scared stiff. Was that the last time he would see lt smile? The thought stunned Ludwig. He called the medic back in from the other recovery tent. The man examined Italy, stood up, removed his glasses and said.
Doctor- It seems he has slipped into a coma. From the looks of it, I doubt he'll survive. You see, the bullet has gone through major veins in the shoulder including the Cephalic Vein. Considering the loss of blood, and the lack of a blood donor, His survival rate is very low. If you had gotten him here sooner, maybe he would have a higher rate. I am sorry General Beilschmidt.
Ludwig- *gritting teeth* Danke, doctor.
D- I do what I can. *salutes and leaves the tent*
L- AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH *swipes table supplies onto floor* Scheiße! Why am I so worthless? I could have gotten here faster! Why didnt I? Now Italy will die because of me. Damn it.
Ludwig knew that his blood type didnt match Italy's, there was nothing he could do. He went over to Italy, his eyes were still open after the doctor had examined them. Ludwig could not stand to stare into Italy's unconscious eyes, he closed the eyelids and placed Italy's hands together and laid them on his chest, as a mortician would. Ludwig kissed his soul mate's forehead and whispered a german prayer to himself. He tried to hold back his tears while he turned away and exited the tent, But Ludwig could not hold back his sadness and feeling to himself. His knees fell into the muddy ground, he looked up into the pouring rain and sobbed into the storm.
"Mourning is not forgetting... It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable recovered and assimilated from the dust."
~Margery Allingham
This marks the end of this Fiction.
~Feleasha Penn