My Trench War Soldier
I ndon't own Hetalia
AN: I've been studying WW1 and I dont see many fics for it so I'm going to give it a shot. ALL the Hetalia charater are real people in this not personafied countries.
It was a foggy morning in 1917, mist covered the ground, it seem to be silent. But, if you strained your ears and squinted your eyes, you could see and hear some allied soldiers, in a trench, chanting a military song…
"Left, left, left, right, left!...Left, left, left, right, left!...You had a girl and she LEFT!"
"You're RIGHT!"
"You had a girl and she LEFT!"
"YOU'RE RIGHT!"
"LEFT, LEFT, LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT!
"Have some food boy's! Breakfast truce only lasts so long!"
"YES SIR!"the soldiers saluted and headed to the already growing food line.
"Wait, wait, not you Jones!" a blue eyed American headed back to the Sargent.
"What is it sir?" said Jones his blonde hair rumpled.
"Where's Vargas, Jones?" Jones smiled as he wiped his glasses.
"He's still in his bunk, Serge."
"Alright, Jones get him up, I'll get you some food." At the word food, Jones beamed glasses still in his hand.
"While I'll be doin' that for ya sir! Don't ya'll worry bout it no more!" He put his glasses back on and headed to Vargas's bunk.
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"Wake up, Sleepin' Beauty!" brown eyes slowly opened, a low groan came from the dusty sheets. Feliciano rolled away from the light clutching said sheets. Jones laughed and then ripped the sheets off of a man with brown curly hair wearing a full military uniform. Jones smiled and yelled,
"Good Mornin' Sunshine!" Feliciano moaned.
"Come on get your butt a movin'!" the Italian got up and placed a helmet on his curly hair. One stand jutted out of the helmet, curling away from his head. He sighed and then said in a tired voice,
"Buongiorno, Alfredo..."
"Ug, stop speakin' Spanish, my name is Alfred not some sauce!"
"I'm speaking Italian not Spanish! Ve~! Alfredo stop being so mean!"
"Spanish, Italian it's all the same to me. Come on let's get some grub!"
"Yes, sir! Ve~!" he mock saluted and started to head to the food line. But, the Sergeant stopped them.
"There you are Vargas! Waking up so late, did you get your beauty sleep? Was it nice?"
"It was Sergeant Collins, sir!" said Feliciano with a smile.
"Good cause you've got patrol tonight," Feliciano's smile faltered, " and you'll be alone." Now the Italian down right cry in anguish. Alfred started laughing behind him.
"Why ain't that a fine thing Vargas!? Have some fun in No Man's Land, ya Here?!" the sergeant handed him his promised food and the blond then waved and walked away. The Sergeant then pushed Vargas towards the food line. And the Italian groaned again when he saw the huge line filled with huge soldiers with huge bellies. And at that time he knew…
Today was not going to be his day.
I'm finally un-grounded! This is something that my plot bunny's have wanted for a while so here it is! Yay! Review please!