Austria tensed up. The bullet noise.

The army was going to fucking kill him if a soldier died on his watch. He heard the scream. Someone had been hit.

Shit, he thought, we can't lose another soldier. Not while I'm the captain.

"Roderich!" He froze. "Roderich!"

Gilbert?

ß-ß

"Will he survive?"

Austria watched closely as several medical corps doctors carefully removed several bullets and musket balls from Prussia's body. He grabbed Prussia's available hand.

"Don't die on me, Gilbert. You can't."

The non-sedated Prussian slowly opened his eyes and looked up at him. He smiled. "I'm here," he whispered in a scratchy voice.

"Don't die."

"I can't. Not with you alive."

Austria couldn't help but chuckle.

ß-ß

Prussia groaned. "They say I'll never be a soldier again. I can't. Not with all these injuries and bullet wounds."

Austria patted his shoulder. "You're my best friend, Gilbert."

Prussia chuckled before letting his face drop into a frown. "I want to go home."

Austria wrapped an arm around his friend's torso. "I'm quitting the army. It's not worth staying if you're not here to make me forget I'm risking my life."

Prussia chuckled again. "This is why we're friends."

This is why I saved your fucking life, Gilbert.