It was the final battle, the one to decide life or death, death or life, it was hell on earth. The two countries had been battling for many years now; it was a dog fight, tooth and nail. Alfred sat in his command tent looking at the board in front of him. There was no way he could win; he didn't have any advantage anymore. His enemy had way too many people, when he killed one; three sprang up in his place. This was his last battle; this would be his death, the death of America. Alfred knew it as well as any other solider in the world knew it.
"Sir, the Russians are advancing, what are your orders?" Alfred sighed not replying. The Russians would never take prisoners, not this time, the fighting was too brutal.
"Arm yourselves, this is our last stand. May God protect us."
The bombs dropped all around them, blowing the ground up in a fiery hell. Alfred looked over at the remains of the Washington Monument and mourned for his once strong nation. Now he was at his end, he looked across the field. He caught sight of white in a sea of red.
"Ivan." Was the one word he said, he dove across the field, gun in hand. If he was going down he was taking Ivan with him. His soul had been crushed, his capital lay in ruins, and he didn't care what happened to him. It was then a bullet tore through his shoulder and he grit his teeth and kept running. It was his gun shoulder, his hand felt limp but he had some control over it. He stepped over bodies of both Russians and Americans; some were missing limbs, or whole halves of their bodies.
It was a gruesome sight, the blood spattered over the green grass that was what remained of his beautiful capital, the green grass. It largely remained beautiful and trimmed, only in some areas did the blood stain its perfection. He focused in on his target; it was growing larger, the white scarf fluttering in the wind of destruction.
"Ivan!" He screamed out raising his gun aiming for the Russian man shooting all of his bullets. None of them hit.
Ivan stared as the American, his once friend maybe more, came running towards him. He froze in his spot, the gun in his hand ready to do what he needed to do. Ivan didn't flinch as the bullets came shooting past him. He waited for the American to come to him. Soon he did come; the American fell to his knees in front of him pulling the trigger on his gun.
"Finish it, you've won. You've destroyed the beacon of hope in this world." Alfred held his arms out to his side his head bent down. "You've killed me." Ivan didn't say anything he only lifted his gun up and he shot the American in the chest, several times. He watched as the man lay on his green grass twitching in the throes of death.
"There is no room for heroes Alfred." Ivan dropped his gun and continued to watch the American die. His eyes soon glazed over, that beautiful blue never to see the light of day again. Ivan kneeled and picked the American up bridal style and carried him away, from his green grass.
Author's Note:Well, here's my attempt at a Hetalia Oneshot! I hope it came out good. I might be persuaded to expand on this. So review for me!
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