I am back! So this one is for Spark the Guest because they had the best review I have ever seen and they wanted more Prussia/Lithuania interaction. And though I love my mortal enemy babies, I had inspiration.
Enjoy, whoever you are. I hope you see this.
I drop my sword.
The battlefield is empty, the enemy soldiers having retreated and left us to collect our dead. I scan it for you. I see you lying on the ground, almost indistinguishable from the others, with your skin and hair, always white as porcelain, caked with mud. I can't remember walking over, dropping to the ground. Red staining your hair, the white barely visible. Your eyes, the same shade, staring up at the sky. Unseeing.
I touch your skin. It's cold. Too cold. I shake you. Wake up, I say. You don't move. I push against you, waiting for your hand to push against mine and for you to tell me, five more minutes.
It never comes.
Drops of water fall onto your face, mingling with the red, washing it away. Where are they they coming from?, I wonder. It's not raining. I reach up to wipe my face.
Oh.
I stand back, let the others come forward, to help. Don't worry, I say. They'll fix you. You'll be fine.
Right?
I'm sorry
