New Story!
I hope you like it and don't blame me on the the grammar, it's all my Betas (werpires) fault!
Just kidding, thank you!
Pairing: Germany/Italy
Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia nor the characters! All belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz!
Enjoy!
It's cold. I could feel the cold air lashing against my skin. All around me are lying dead people. Those people belonged to my country. Why...?
Am I really that weak?
War is something horrible. I hear gunshots. The French are coming closer. This is will be my end.
Why must it end like this?
I have to run.
Yes, I have to run. As fast as I can.
My breathe speads up and my feet are hurting.
I don't understand, how can I still run? As a real man I should fight, ...fight for my life, for my people. But I can't. My wounds are too severe. That french bastard inflicted these mortal wounds on my body. He slashed me with his sword. Now I have these deep injuries. I may die.
But...I don't want to die. I want to see her again.
Before I went to the war I had promised her that I will come back, come back to her. Oh Lord, I am the worst.
She had cried because of me. I can't leave her alone. I don't want to.
I was reaching a destroyed wall. It is the only thing what's left from this house. It's a ruin. These people are probably dead.
I don't have any energy left. My body drops against the wall as I try to cover my bleeding wounds with my hands but it was only smearing the red liquid further on my clothes.
I'm loosing too much blood.
I lean my head against the cold wall. Ha, it was so pleasant. The cold bricks.
I have to face it. I will die.
Sorry Austria. Sorry Hungary. I really enjoyed the time with you. I really liked the house, the people.
I will miss the time, I will miss you. You were a kind family. You were my family...
Brother, I tried to make you proud. I just wanted you to say that I'm your heroic little brother.
How silly...
You already said that you love me and accepted me as you brother but I wanted more. Too much.
It just wasn't enough.
But why? What for?
Why had this war to start?
Why was it the French? Always the French...
I hope that in another life, if I was reborn...we may be friends.
No war anymore.
And not only he, but all the other nations should be friends...but that's silly, this will never happen.
But...if only one...yes, she...she might can...
I'm the worst.
I couldn't even tell her how much I love her.
I will always love her.
In this life and in the next.
I could never forgive myself if something ever happened to her.
Will she cry? Will she miss me?
I couldn't see it. I couldn't see how beautiful she would get when she grows up.
Please, let her be happy and live in peace. Let her meet another person who will love her like I did.
No, like I do it.
He should be gentle, smart, handsome (but not to much), he should only make her happy, make her laugh. He should fill her heart with love. He should protect her.
How much, how really, truly much I want to be this person.
I love you. I really , really love you, with all my heart.
My body is getting numb. My breath is low.
It's so cold. I have no energy left...
My eyes...my...my eyesight...it get hazy...darker...
I feel dizzy...
My soul...no. There isn't any left.
I can feel my eyes closing.
My weak hands are still covering my wounds.
All around me...all around me it becomes dark...black, cold.
I'm dying. I feel it. But at least I'm happy. I accept it. I can handle darkness, death.
I know she will be alright. She will be happy, she can live in peace. And she will become a beautiful, lovely woman. I know it. I'm just happy that I was able to meet her.
The best thing in my life.
The time with her, was the best time in my life.
She was the light in my darkness. She illuminated my life. She gave me a reason to live.
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel...no, it's the light to heaven.
Now I'm really dead. There's this light in the distance.
I can hear weak, quiet, soft voices...Angels?
Maybe I will meet my love again...
I love you...Ita...
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP
The annoying loud alarm clock woke the blue eyed German.
He was pulled out of his nightmare.
He dreamed that he died.
...now he would die...
He stroke his disheveled hairs with onr hand. His bare body was covered in sweat. He tried to slick back his hair.
He should really stop spending so much time with his brother...they drank too much last night...but this dream...it was too real, too strange...
Austria and Hungary were a part of his dream and even his big brother, this fool.
It was all his fault.
But...there was this girl. Who was that girl? She was the last he saw in his dream.
She was wearing a green maid-dress and a white apron. Her beautiful hazel hair were covered under a white bandana.
And her smile...this beautiful cheerful smile.
He recognized it from somewhere. It remembered it him at someone...but who?
"Oi, Westo~", Prussia shouted standing under the door frame "How long do you plan to sleep,...that's untypical for you...and...did you have a nightmare? Did you sleep bad?" he asked worried.
"It's okay...I am well...is there something you want?" Germany tried to forget his dream.
'It was only a dream' he thought to himself...
I hope you liked it!
Please review, they make me happy :D