A/N: yup, my first story, though I'm not posting it here, cause I don't know how to! Thanks to my friend, Cosmic Knights, who I asked to and it kindly doing this for me! Okay I'm not great a grammar, sue me. I wrote this all really on impulse, so it's kinda fast. Please review!
"I don't want to do this!" The brunette cried, gun in hand, hard helmet on, straps swaying in the violent rain wind."Just pull the trigger; it will end when you pull the trigger!" The blond demanded, furious enough that the Italian hadn't applied the proper protective gear. The thud was placed to the ground. The boy with the curl shivered in the rain, cold, tired, and seeming emotionally worn. The blond sighed, picking up the gun that dropped, and extending his hand to help curly up. "It's late, lets head in." Training always ended in this fashion, the brunette would never learn to be in the heat of battle. The fiftieth time the blond has tried to train this brat to hold a gun for longer than five seconds. Nothing ever worked. He finally figured that it wasn't an all end to the world, I mean, this brat would never join a war. If he did, his only weapon would be a small white flag to wave in the air.
The phone rang vigorously, and it angered the blond to snapping. Thrusting his hand to the handle, he stammered it to his face, with a loud screech, he proclaimed. "What do you want?" The voice on the other end trembled, crying nonstop. So high pitch, this soothed the blond to calmness and worry. He knew this voice by heart. I mean, how couldn't he, it followed him daily. "Help me, I'm scared, I don't know what to do, I'm sorry I never went through with learning the ways of that gun, I'm sorry!" The voice sounded crackly, scared, threatened. Gun fires where heard, a scream like never before emitted from the phone, silence following. The blond dropped the phone in shock, he tripped to the door, grabbing something off his desk just before.
The bodies, one after another they piled around this war zone. Just hours ago, this was a majestic green field, the place he and curly looked to the stars at night. Blood covered every inch. Frantically, the blond searched body by body, he needed to find his little man, the one who always followed him, his secret love. A white flag flown in the air, wooden pole thrust hard into the ground. Upon this flag, blood splattered words read to the blond. "I loved you till death, I know you loved me to. I'm sorry I never listened, but I liked our time lasting as it did. A last request, smile for me." The words hit this blond hard. Next to this loving flag, lay a lifeless body. Blood splattered it to the bone, the only shimmering clean on his body, was his small curl, protruding from his head. He knelt down next to the boy, scooping him into warm arms. his mind seemed to slip into darkness. No longer did the brunette eyed boy stare into the eyes of his sky blue. The boy with the curl in his hair, his hand lay cold and limp, in the blonds hands. It's over, it ended, and he wasn't there to even say goodbye. The war had taken the only meaning to him away. Tender words ...slipped from the blonds lips. "Germany is here now Italy, and he loves you with his life." No moments came swaying from the war zone. The blond slipped a pill to his mouth and gave a smile, promising, and forever, to last out with the curly haired boy.