Okay, sorry I haven't been updating my other stories, I was just really excited to get to this one (Which I writing in a format I don't like :P)
Summary: Feliciano Vargas, 37521/ 62, trainee. New status: Feliciano Vargas, 37521/ 62, prisoner of war. Ship, Gerita (Germany x Italy). Human AU. War AU.
I happily skipped back to my little cottage on the Italian hillside that I shared with my brother, Lovino, and nonno (grandpa in Italian). I had just gotten the mail, as nonno had asked me to do previously in the day.
It was a brisk winters day. The chilly wind slashed across my face like ice cold knifes, but somehow it felt warm and comforting on my pale skin. The sky was a frozen light blue that came around so rarely, but when it did, it made my heart flutter. I opened the small cottage door, took one last glimpse outside, and put the fresh smelling mail on the table. I started to sort through the mail to see if I had any letters, though I normally never got mail. I frozen when I saw a small, but very official looking letter with my name on it. I opened it.
Feliciano Vargas,
We are afraid to say that you have been drafted into the Italian Army forces due to lack of soldiers. You will be expected at our base tomorrow at noon. Directions to the base are concealed inside of the envelope. Fail to comply these instructions will be considered treason, and you will be killed.
~Captain Lukas Summers
My hands wouldn't stop shaking as I looked down at the letter held tightly in my grasp. Was I really going to leave my family? Would they really kill me if I didn't?
I looked to see if Lovino had gotten a letter too. No, just me. I didn't want Lovino and nonno to come home from the market. I didn't want them finding out that I could be leavening them forever. Too late.
The cottage door flung open and Lovino and nonno came in with their arms full. "Hi, Feli! I see you've brought the mail!" nonno said joyfully, as he placed down the food, "Did you get anything?"
I swallowed the bile in my mouth as I thought of the letter, and nodded, "Yes I got a letter."
"What did it say?"
My eyes filled with tears as I ran forward to hug him. I always showed my emotions to the world. Why did they think it was a good idea to put me in the army? At least in nonno's arms, he could scare away the world and bring back the happiness. I sniffed, "Nonno... I've been drafted into the Italian Army." I could tell by the look on his face that he was not expecting that.
Lovino's head whipped around, "WHAT?!" he looked really worried, which was strange for Lovino, "You can't join the war! I-I-I don't know what I would do without you..." Lovino's eyes were brimming with sparkling tears.
"I have to, Lovi. If I don't, it's considered treason," I said from the warmth and safety of nonno's arms.
Lovino stood in disbelief as I looked at him. He shook away his tears as he ran up the stairs and locked our bedroom door. "I'm going to get him," I said quietly going to our room. I heard shuddered sobs as I opened the door.
Lovino was lying on our bed. His hair was tousled around his tear stained face. The blankets were roughly tossed about his body. His expression said it all, he was more than upset, he was devastated. I ran forward and threw my arms around him.
"But I don't want to go," I said softly into his ear.
Lovino sniffed and hugged me back. "I can't imagine life without your happy smile lighting up my life. I can't imagine life without you, Feli. Remember this before you leave. You are my little brother that I love with all of my heart, if I could trade positions with you, I would in a heartbeat. Ti amo, Feli."
I smiled gently at Lovino. He needed it. He really cared about me. Who knows, I might not come back. I may never see him or nonno again. My heart was thudding hard against my chest as my my eyes filled with tears as the possibility of never coming back home rolled through my mind. Never again come back to the rolling hills of Italy. Never seeing the bright sun rise in the frozen blue sky with my family again. Never seeing the beautiful light hitting our small cottage in the brisk cold morning again. Never lying in the slightly dewed grass watching the sunset again.
Silent tears rolled down my pale face as I realized all of the things that I would miss so much. All of the things that could happen to me; I could be injured, I could be prisoner of war, I could be a lost soldier, I could be killed...
Lovino tightened his hug. This, very well, could have been one of my last hugs from my dear brother. I couldn't stand that.
.~*~.
The next morning at noon I said my last goodbyes to Lovino and nonno. "Ciao guys. I really will miss you both," I said, my eyes filling up with more tears to shed. Lovino was already flat out sobbing, which was a very strange sight, and even nonno was starting to cry. I kissed both of them on the cheek before leavening both of them forever, and starting my new hard life on the long road ahead. Why was I the cursed one? Why could nothing ever go right for me? I will never know.
As I entered the base, someone shouted at me, "Name, age, height, and force!"
"Uh... Feliciano Vargas, age twenty, height 172 centimeters, and army, sir," I stuttered.
"Good," the man said coming up to me, "My name is Captain Lukas Summers. Feliciano, will you please follow me on a tour of the base."
We toured around the base. Luckily, it was small, I already had bad memory. Captain Summers led me to my sleeping courtiers. The entire room smelt of sweat and had a glum feel to it. I was bunked with a man named Kiku Honda. He was a transfer from Japan. Kiku was quite short. He had stern black hair and dark brown eyes. The poor man had a passion for animation and anime, but sadly he was drafted into the Japanese military, then got transferred here. I slept horribly that night in fear of what will happen the next morning.
.~*~.
"Alright boys, listen up! If you get captured by an enemy solider, this is the only thing you need to tell them; name, serial number, and rank. Your serial number is on tags, and all of you have the same rank: trainee," Captain Summers said. It was six in the morning, and the sun was just starting to cut through the night sky like a knife.
I looked at my dog tag. The number 37521/ 62 was inscribed on the cool metal. I squinted into the dark night sky, and saw at least twenty German planes. We were fighting the Germans.
"Captain Summers!" I shouted, "Look up! German planes are coming!"
Captain Summers froze for a minute before shouting, "Everyone to the tanks!"
Alarms started going off in every direction. Everyone was hurrying to positions. Before I could get to position, there was a splurge of pain in my left leg. I looked down, more to the side considering I fell over, and saw red blood seeping through my pants.
I couldn't move. Someone roughly picked me up, and threw me in a tank. This tank didn't look like an Italian tank. Then it hit me, I was a prisoner of war.