How To Save A Life

GerIta fic

(Warning, not for those who cry easily)

Italy's POV

'He'll come…I know he will come to save me like he always does. He'll save me…He will…Won't he?' I kept thinking over and over. Germany could handle himself on the battlefield. He was the one who protected me. I glance down at my body and tear up instantly. He would be mad at me for what happened.

I was in a lot of pain. I ran after Germany to tell him to be careful…I hoped he heard me and I could be the one to save him. I ended up getting hit by the Allies. My shoulder and stomach. I felt dizzy from all of the blood I had lost…I fell and they left me…As I was falling into black, I hoped he had heard my screams.

Non mi ha sentito ...(1)

I am still staring at the ceiling of the feild hospital that one of Germany's men took me to. There is burning and the worst pain I have ever fel in the places I was shot. There's a lot of blood. I can feel myself slipping away again...Where are you Germany...?

"ITALY!" Is the last thing I hear befre my senses become useless.

Germany POV

I run into the feild hospital, my head swinging wildly from side to side, searching for that brunette Italian. Japan saw him being carried to this place...Gott...(2) he had better be okay...Suddenly, I see that curl that's become so familiar to me. I shove every soldier and doctor that's in my way to the side, making my way over to him. He's slowly losing consciousness and I yell his name, to let him know that I'm here.

"ITALY!" I scream, dropping to my knees by the strip of cloth on the floor that serves as his bed. Blood trickles from gunshot wounds in his shoulder and stomach. I quickly take my gloves off and grab the nearest medical supplies. To Hell if I cannot save him!

I sit with him thoughout the night, changing his bandages and mopping the sweat from his forehead. Once in awhile he mumbles something in Italian, giving me some relief. At least he's okay for now. I glance at the clock and sigh. It's 2 in the morning. I gasp when a small, pale hand tugs gently on my uniform sleeve. I look down to see two tawny orbs staring at me.

"...Italy...?" I mumble, turning my full attention to him. He smiles faintly, almost resembling his old, pasta-loving self.

"You saved me Germany...I knew you would..." He uses all the strength he hasto pull himself up and push those delicate, dry lips to mine. I blush deeply and stare at him. His smile grows little wider.

"Ti amo,Ludwig...(3)" He whispers and goes limp in my arms. My eyes brim with tears.

"Ich...Ich leibe dich auch...Feliciano...(4)" I whisper, feeling a section of me pass along with the Italian in my arms.

End

Translations

(1)- Non mi ha sentito ...- He didn't hear me... (Italian)

(2) Gott...- God... (German)

(3) Ti amo, Ludwig...- I love you, Ludwig... (Italian)

(4) Ich...Ich leibe dichauch, Feliciano- I...I love you too, Feliciano (German)