Title:
The Dogfighter
Summary:
She was the slickest ace fighter he'd ever seen. She'd shot down so many Nazis it was hard to count. She'd waited for her chance to go to Japan, but it never came. She just kept shooting down Nazis.
When she was shot down, she had left a small arsenal of letters for a single man she'd fought with during the Battle of the Bulge.
Alrightly,
I haven't been writing much lately and it's been killing me, so I've decided to make some sort one-shots about America and an OC I randomly made up while writing some other WWII fanfiction.
Enjoy please,
Mellow-chan
WARNING!: Human names used and a slight America x OC pairing. Character death.
Letter #1
To: Alfred F. Jones of the 101th Air Force
From: Gnocchi Borrelli of the 17th Air Force
Dear Al,
...
Damn! Damn, damn, damn, damnit all ta hellllllllll!
Now that I'm actually writing all this shit down all I can think of is how stupid this is.
Damn.
I don't know what to say.
Grrrrr... I guess all start with this:
I want to let you know I really liked ya.
Thanks for keeping my secret-and I really liked you.
The first time Alfred had seen "Gabriel" Borrelli, he'd been in Germany.
He'd walked in on the 'guy' while 'he' was taking a bath in a stream.
Only to find that 'he' wasn't really a 'he'.
Alfred's face was red the rest of the day.
Damn, that woman could slap a guys face pretty hard.
Or maybe that was because she was so damn pretty...
Alfred buried his face in his hands.
"Oh Lord,"
Alfred had banged his head against a tree the rest of the day.
When she had found him doing so she punched him in the solar plexus.
"Idiot! What if the Germans had fucking decided to attack while you were banging you head against this poor tree?!"
Damn, Damn, he'd thought, she's gonna kill me.
The woman's green eyes narrow in on him, scanning him up and down before she stuck her hand out while grinning.
"My name is Gabriella Borrelli of the 17th Air Force. Just call me Gnocchi."
Her big green eyes met his blue ones and Alfred had to force himself to breath.
"Alfred F. Jones of the 101th Air Force. Call me Al."
She had to stand on her toes to ruffle his hair, but she did.
When she did, Alfred almost fainted.
Damn.
Someone should put warning labels on Italian women, 'cause man, can they give a guy a heart attack.
Speaking of secrets Al, why didn't you ever tell me yours?
Remember?
You promised me you would... so why...?
Anyway, anyway, I have to stop writing 'cause all the guys are teasing me about being a Momma's boy and how I supposedly must write to my dearest Madre Borrelli.
As if!
If anything, I'm a Daddy's girl.
Got it?
Good.
Arrivederci,
Gnocchi~
Ciaooooo~
I hope you folks enjoyed, and I didn't plan for it to be this short, so I'm going to make it muti-chaptered.
Thank you for reading, and please share your thoughts~
God Bless,
Mellow-chan