Author's Note: I don't own a lot of things… a few being Hetalia, My Chemical Romance and a gun. Though if I DID own a gun, I would use it on flamers :D. Song-fic, Hetalia/Real Names, and AU. P.S: This is my first fic, be gentle with me!
You Know What They Do to Guys like Us in Prison~~~
That day did it. That terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day. The day Ludwig and I robbed a restraunt. Killing the cashier was an accident; the safety wasn't on at the time. Then some guy, whom I later learned was named Alfred, tried to be a hero and tackle Ludwig. That was a mistake on his part. Then there was the gun fight between the police and us. "Come out with your arms raised high!" shouted one with a megaphone. "They'll never get me," I heard Ludwig murmur, "I'm like a bullet through a flock of doves…"
But he wasn't. The police were inching forward and we were almost out of ammo. What was with today? People rob restaurants all the time, why were the police picking on us. Couldn't they see how badly we needed the money? "We should surrender…" I tell him. "Don't lose faith in me now, not now Feliciano." He said reloading his gun. As he does, a large caliber bullet sails through his arm.
"DOITSU!" I shout as he falls to the floor. He bleeds so much. A whole pool full, I'm sure. "No." I say weakly, "No, no, no, no, nononononononono NO! Please God, don't take him away, PLEASE. I'll be good and not steal or rob or anything. Never ever again! Just please save him…" I'm crying by now and the police take their chance to storm in. "K…Ki..." he whispers. "What is it, Doitsu?" I plead to him to answer. To hold on, to live.
"Kiss me, Feliciano."
I sobbed and kissed his lips, I felt him dying. It was horrible and sweet all at once. "Get off him, Kid." ordered a paramedic. They obviously weren't sure who did what yet. They figured it out quick though. "Feliciano Italiana! Hands up!" shouted some person who was probably the chief of police. I stood, hands in the air. As I was handcuffed, I looked at Ludwig, still on the floor and moaning in pain. I cried more when the man read me my rights. Why was Ludwig just lying there? Why was he still, so still…?
End Credits! (Author's Notes Part Two)
Wow! That took a looooong time, aka 20 minutes. Does it show? If it does, I apologize because I guess that means I still got a long way to go. My ELA said she likes my stories so I hope you do too. Now, peace off! Thinking about making it a three-shot, whatcha think? :D Reviews = love.