Hey guys! Sorry for that weird short break! This is a new story! Yeah yeah I know I'm supposed to working on German Beer and Recalling the Casualties of Time, but I am, they will be posted shortly after this one.

So anyways, this one is a Fruk story, kinda angsty with a war setting. I wrote this with my Tumblr friend Mara. She wrote France's POV and I wrote England's POV. So yay you get two writers!

Enjoy this one, and I'm updating storied today, so as I said earlier, I will be updating all of my stories! Sorry for any mistakes

I DO NOT OWN AXIS POWERS HETALIA OR ITS CHARACTERS! ALL OF THE CHARACTERS AND PLOT MENTIONED IN THIS STORY FROM THE SERIES BELONG TO THE ANIME HETALIA AND ITS CREATORS. MY FRIEND AND I ONLY OWN THE PLOT FOR THE STORY BELOW.

France's POV

World War II was hardly in swing, and France was already so beaten down he could barely function.

However, this was war, and for the sake of his people, he had to fight.

That's why he was here, clad in his signature night-sky-colored military uniform, rifle in hand, under the foggy sky of midnight, distant shots echoing painfully in his ears. He leaned up against a tattered brick structure, listening for sounds of anyone coming. England and Canada's armies were advancing to the right, and it was time his own moved as well.

Turning to his general, France shouted, "We need to catch up with Angleterre and Canada. The German armies will be here at any moment."

The general simply nodded and shrieked French incoherently, waving frantically towards the dozen men behind him who began sprinting forwards, pointing shiny barrels ahead of them, prepared for any surprise the blitzing Germans could have in store. France followed shortly after, panting heavily. He wasn't accustomed to this sort of running.

His boots pounded harshly against the cold dirt. On alert, he whipped his head in all directions, seeing no current German activity in the abandoned ghost town. Bodies of fallen English and Canadian soldiers lined the grass. All was quiet save for the distant shots and the sound emanating from his footsteps. He blocked out the sound of his troops marching ahead of him in favor of listening for enemies. Perhaps paranoia got the best of him...but truth be told, France had never been the biggest fan of war.

Suddenly, his trance was interrupted by a young English private nearly smacking into him. The brunette haired boy was shaking uncontrollably and his jaw was coated in vomit. He grasped onto France, who steadied the young soldier and demanded, "What? What is wrong?"

Terrified emerald colored eyes met France's as the young man sputtered, "The squad! Shot down! Gone! Dead!"

France's brows furrowed in horrified concern as he yanked up on the boy's arm and steadied him. "Who's squad? You don't mean Angleterre's?"

The other simply panted and stared blankly at him, aside from his downward twitching lips. "Oh, mon Dieu." France muttered. "Get back with the other troops. Now." The boy shuffled away, leaving France to himself. Oh, Angleterre...this cannot be serious. Dead? Non, it cannot be.

At that, France begun a mad sprint forward. He loathed the English country with a burning passion, but this was war.

That's why he found himself more focused on finding England than he did his own survival.

England's POV

England looked around at his troops, advancing alongside him. He gripped his rifle and gestured to his troops to follow him towards a small abandoned building that had collapsed halfway a long time ago.

They all crouched in and around the back the building, looking for German troops. Gunshots rang from a little ways away, along with war cries, but England tried to drown those out by resting his head on one of the brick walls.

War can really make a person tired, England thought and he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He glanced at his troops, keeping an eye out for the Germans, but resting a little like he was. Everyone looked tired, but still they somehow stayed awake, probably in fear of the Germans invading them while they slept.

England looked up at the night sky and felt himself daydreaming of the day this war would end. Even though it had just started, he wanted it to be over. He wanted to be able to be with friends, drink ale and call France some bad names.

Haha, France…..England thought, speaking of the frog, where is he? Maybe he's advancing too, just from a different direction. England smiled to himself, Maybe I should apologize for being so rude to him, he thought as he looked at the stars in the sky, maybe, we could be friends…if we stop being mean to each other and forgive one other for what happened in the past…..

Suddenly, gunshots echoed throughout the outside of the building. England snapped his head towards the sounds.

The Germans, England thought, they've spotted us. He jumped up and aimed his rifle, ready to shoot, and yelled to his General, "Fall back! Tell everyone to fall back to the rendezvous point!" The General heard him, but before he could signal to the others to fall back, he was shot down by an enemy soldier. England shot the German in the leg and shoulder to wound him and ran off to find the rest of his troops, who were scattered through the interior and exterior of the building.

One by one, every soldier under his command were shot down. England ran through, shooting every German he saw, but not before another one of his soldiers fell dead to the ground.

Finally, he himself took three bullets to the shoulder and he fell to the ground.

He gritted his teeth as pain shot through his left shoulder. He pulled his sleeve over his hand and put pressure on the bullet wound, trying to stop the bleeding. He then decided to act like he was dead so no one would kill him, and laid on the ground motionless.

He stayed there for what felt like hours. As he was there, a few German soldiers came in to look for survivors and looked at him quickly, before moving on to the rest of the area.

He breathed slowly, pain still ripping through his shoulder, as he waited for someone to come and find him. I wonder if anyone will come before it's too late, England thought, staring at the night sky through a large hole in the ceiling, I don't want to die here….

I hope you liked it! Please tell me if you do or don't like it so far in the reviews!-Alex