War, a south park fanfic

Title: War

Summary: Stan and Kyle fight and die in WW3. Style. Slash.

Inspired By: History class. Lessons on WW2

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park.

"Kyle!" Stan shouted, gunshots and explosions nearly blocking his voice. Blood poured from the gunshot wound in his shoulder and his head was bleeding badly after an explosion had picked his body up, flinging him like a ragdoll into a building. He lay still in the rubble, unable to move, his blood and the blood of other dead soldiers around him colored the blocks of normally tan stone to a deep reddish-brown.

"Stan!" Kyle screamed back, trying to locate his fallen friend. "Stan, where are you?!" Kyle was only a few yards away when he finally spotted Stan. He rushed over to him, both of them covered in blood and grime.

"Kyle!" Stan yelled again, gods his body hurt. His shoulder pulsed with pain every time he took a breath. He couldn't feel his legs and his head pounded in time with his shoulder. His surroundings swam before his eyes and Stan knew he was going to pass out soon. Or worse.

"Kyle!" He shouted again, desperately. He could just barely see a blurred outline of a person hovering over him. His tears and puzzled brain worked together to blind him.

Hands grasped him, pulling him up against a warm body, "I-I'm here Stan, Oh God, I'm here." It was hard to pull him up, Stan's body didn't move right, something was horribly wrong with it.

Stan opened his eyes and blinked away the tears, Kyle helped him, wiping them away with a dirty thumb. He focused on Kyle with some difficulty, "Kyle?" he asked quieter this time, "Am I..? What's...?" His brain was scattered, he couldn't think straight! He needed to… something… he couldn't remember!

"Oh god, Stan," Kyle's green eyes, so bright, despite the dirt covering his skin, filled with tears. The tears trickled down his face, clearing away some of the dirt. He drew in a shaking breath, "Y-Your spine… its…its…" He struggled for words, "and your head… Oh Stan." Tears continued to run down his face.

"Kyle, Kyle…" Stan murmured, hardly able to say anything at all. He knew now. He wasn't going to pass out.

He was dying.

"Love… you." He managed. Tears budded in his eyes. He didn't want to leave. He wanted Kyle! His vision blurred everything into one big mass, and he couldn't make out the features of Kyle's face anymore. He panicked, what if he never saw Kyle again?

"I love you too, baby. So much." Kyle bent down and kissed Stan gently. Stan's lips twitched against his own and they both cried harder, both knowing it was futile. Kyle rocked Stan's body in his arms, hardly able to believe what was happening.

"Kyle…" Stan whispered. His heart slowed in his chest, finally giving one final beat, and his body slumped in his lover's arms.

"Stan!?" Kyle asked, "Stan?" He yelled this time and shook Stan's body a little. His body flopped a little and his head rolled to the side, a peaceful expression on his face. "Stan! No!" he was fast becoming hysterical. "No! No baby, I can't…" He shuddered, "I can't lose you. Please God!" He screamed into the sky, tilting his head upwards, unleashing his pain.

"I can't lose Stan." He said quietly. He let his head fall back down onto Stan's unmoving body, he pressed his cheek to Stan's and cradled Stan's dead body in his arms.

Kyle heard the roar of fighter jets overhead and the whistle of bombs dropping.

He didn't move, except for the smile that appeared on his face. "I'll see you soon, baby." He whispered, pressing a kiss to Stan's temple.

He couldn't remember any of it when he opened his eyes again and Stan was there to welcome him to heaven.