War won't separate us apart
Germany and Italy are the last 2 people on the battle field, both forced to go to war with each other by order of their bosses. Who will win? Who will lose? How will they both cope? GerIta! 3
The rain was pouring down on the brown dead hills that are now a battle field. Italy, a young man of 20 with brown golden eyes, brown short hair with a curl on the left side of his head in a blue military uniform with a riffle tied on his back was on all fours on the ground injured and covered in mud looking up at the tall blonde haired, blue eyed man towering over him.
"Please Germany! I don't want to fight you please, please!" He cried holding his bloodied arm, tears streaming down his face. "Italy, we have no choice in this vatter…" The German begun, "I don't vant to do this eiver but we must do vhat our bosses say." The German was wearing a green military uniform with a black cross on his chest, other than a cut on his cheek, he was uninjured.
"Please! Please! You're my first friend who never left me to fend for myself! You were always there to protect me when France or any other country for that matter was trying to hurt me! And –and…" The Italian stumbled on his words, trying to find the right words to say. "And I love you for that!"
The German was taken back with a blush slightly tinting his face. "V-Vhat?!"
"You heard me I love you! I always had, so please; please don't make me fight you!"
Germany slowly walked towards the crying Italian and kneeled to his level. Germany's next movement surprised Italy. The German wrapped his arms around the Italian, careful not to make Italy's injuries worse and kissed his fore-head. "You know, I have loved you for years and years and nothing will ever change that. Nothing" The German scooped Italy into his arms and walked towards one of the hills. The Italian was so in shock he forgot how to speak and forgot about his injuries. And that's unnatural for Italy. Germany stoped at the top of the hill sat Italy down and somehow managed to get Italy's riffle and chucked it down to the bottom of the hill. Italy looked up at Germany and watched him pull out one of his last grenades from his belt, pulled the pin and throw the explosive at the riffle at the bottom of the hill. The bomb shacked the earth for a few minutes leaving nothing of the riffle. Germany turned his attention to the injured Italy and sat beside him, pulling him into a one armed hug. "Now, We are free, we can be together now without worrying about the other getting hurt on this field." Italy let his weight lean on Germany and drifted into much needed sleep. The German turn his head to Italy finding him asleep on his shoulder. He kissed his fore-head and held him much closer than ever before.
Even War can't keep these lovers apart.
Nothing can.
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