Struggle's End
Muse: Vimy Ridge
The ground rushed to meet him, pain running through is back as he landed on its un-even surface. He didn't have a chance to move before a gun was shoved in his face, the barrel seemingly taunting him as cries of victory rung through the air. Part of the slight celebration he wouldn't be joining. It wouldn't last long anyways, this was war after all. There were other more important jobs to be taken care off, celebrating could wait for the end, if it even came then.
He looked at the man looming above him. He was covered in dirt and grim, though what jumped out the most was the blood. Whether it was of a friend or foe, no one would know, but it clashed with a face that usually looked so innocent. A look that was far gone now.
His golden blonde hair appeared a shade darker from the dirt within it, the same dirt was smeared all over his face, partially covering one of the lenses in his glasses. But it didn't hide the eyes behind them. No, those cold violet orbs glared down at him, a look he never imagined to be seemly stuck on the young country's face.
The man's breathing was hard, but who's wasn't. The four day struggle had come to an end, and Germany was amazed to be on the losing side of it.
"Kanada..."
"The victory is mine." The Northern Nation hadn't moved, standing there like a statue. Canada was about to continue, when another's voice cut him off.
"Bruder!"
The Kingdom of Prussia ran towards the pair, murder in his eyes as he reached for a gun. Germany was relieved, even if he'd never admit it. Something in the pit of his stomach was telling him this was a very dangerous situation. Though, what struck Germany as odd was the blank look on Canada's face, as if the approaching threat meant nothing. That little warning seemed to grow slightly.
He never realized until it was too late that that "warning" was him sensing the presence of another one of them.
Before Prussia knew it he had a gun in his face, matching his brother. Germany had been too slow when he'd notice the solider appear out of no where. Their quick feet had easily carried them in front of his advancing brother.
Prussia halted, gun hanging uselessly at his side.
"Drop it, now." The voice came out in a snarl, and both German brothers were surprised to find it as that of a woman's.
"Germany, Prussia, I believe you've already met my daughter Alberta before."
The Princess Province stood tall and domineering before them. Her long black hair had fallen out of its pony tail, becoming a wild tangle of greasy knots that fell to her lower back. Her face had a cut on her cheek. Her uniform was like that of her father's covered in dirt and grim and the blood of the enemy. Bangs hid her eyes as she clutched strongly to her gun, as if it was the only thing in the world she could trust.
Silence hung in the air as Germany listened to his troops being pushed back farther and farther.
"Now Germany, I'm in a fine mood today, so I think I'll be a little nice." The Canadian readjusted his grip on his weapon, pushing it down on the blonde German's forehead. Germany hissed as the movement aggravated some wound that he'd yet to discover, resenting the man before him as his head was pushed into the dirt.
"Hey, what the hell do you think you'r-" The Prussian was cut off as Alberta took a step forward, bringing her gun inches from the albino's face, right above his nose, between the eyes. He momentarily went cross-eyed as he glared at it.
Canada leaned in closer. "You know as much as I do that we Nations all would rather die out here on the battlefield then be captured. I truly am in a great mood today luckily for you." The Canadian grinned sardonically. "You'll get to die out here with your men. Of course, I may still be a little sore over other things, do you realize what it's like to be both blinded and the later killed by that toxic gas of yours? As mon père pointed out, my eye colour hadn't been the same for weeks." Canada gritted his teeth as his body remembered the pain he felt when the gas had burned his eyes and lungs, the message about urinating on some sort of cloth hadn't made it to him in time.
He came out of the flashback, putting more pressure on Germany's forehead as he leaned into his gun. "I hope this is an experience you don't forget Germany." His eyes held a slightly wild look, as if he hadn't fully returned to himself from his momentary relapse into the past.
Germany couldn't name the emotion with the other Nation's eyes, and he didn't have time to think about it. In his future, Germany would wonder how bad of a case of PTSD Canada had gone through, relating that to the weird behaviour of the Canadian that day. He didn't think it accounted for all of it though; something told Germany Canada wasn't what he seemed.
"Alberta."
One word, all that was needed for one shot to ring through the air. Ludwig watched as his brother's body fell to the ground with a thump. Alberta lowered her gun, looking back over shoulder first at her father, then at Germany. Germany's attention was elsewhere though as he watched a trickle of scarlet liquid slithered down to Gilbert's eye socket. The colour of it and the albino's eyes matched in morbid beauty.
Seeing a family member's dead body was something you never got used to, even if you knew the next day they'd be fine.
Germany turned back to look at Canada, whom smiled sadly down at him before pulling the trigger, turning his world black.
Canada sighed as he looked at the two bodies before him. Alberta looked through her pockets, placing another pony tail in her hair.
"Take them to where the Germans have access to them. Get one of your brothers to help."
Alberta nodded before turning around and jogging away, searching for another one of the Provinces. After finding Ontario, the two of them grabbed the two German brothers, carrying them to the retreating German army like a parting gift as the Canadians took up their position on the ridge.
Author's note- I'd started this awhile go (started this=got two paragraphs done xD), but today I was in the mood and put pretty much all of this together. Even had time to get my friend to look over if for me. For the muse, I'd been reading another Canada story about war, and that just kinda always sends my mind to the Battle of Vimy Ridge. It's really the first Battle I knew anything about; you can't live here and not know at least that it happen. It's like In Flander's Fields, everyone knows about it.
