The thunder of explosives gave sound in the air, gun powder left its strong scent over the land. But amonst the gun fire lay the fluttering heart beats of two brave hearts. At a time when most where affraid they dared to love. Laying in the baracks next to his love, Ludwig couldnt think of a place he would rather be. He had entered this war as a proud comander wanting only to bring honor to his family by winning this war but found something even more wonderful then honor, his other half. Running his finger tips over her soft bare back he felt a shiver of satisfaction run up his spine of the (H/C) woman next to him let out a purr of delight. (Y/F/N) was an angel with the prettiest face he had ever seen and a mind to match his. She was his defention of purfect and as the song of bombs rang out from he swore he would be damned before he let another touch a single silk hair upon her head. As he rose to get dressed in his military attire he watched the young (H/C ette) stir in search of his warmth. It wasnt long after that she herself rose and dawned her attire, linking hands with him as they mad their way to the comand center. But that was just a memory replaying over and over in his mind. It had been months since Ludwig had last seen (Y/N). Days after that memory she was sent to command a different base. Worry clogged Ludwigs mind and had ever sence her letters stopped coming. And while he tried to keep an open mind he had a feeling the walls were about to fall around him. Lost in though of his lover he didnt even realise his secretry had arived with a rather large pile of mail, most of which were battle stratagies. Knocked out of though by the thud of the paper on his desk, he bid her good day before starting his paper work. Hours of uninterrupted work pass and Ludwig had almost finished the pile, all but one letter had been opened. Picking up the parchment in seemed worn under his calosted fingers. The familiar skript of a causualty list was contained in it, along with a list of who to notify about the deaths of the brave few contained. Next to each name gave a brief description on how that member of arms had passed. None of the names seemed to ring a bell to him, most seemed to be rockies from squad 109. An itch seemed to appear in the Germans head, why did squad 109 seem so familiar to him. It wasnt till he found the last name that he kn ew why and greif filled his entire being. (Y/F/N) Commanding officer of Squad 109 Cause of death: Fatal Wounds to the head and chest, neck broken, rope marks present on the neck and wrists. Date of Death: January 1st, 1945 Time of Death: Between Aprosimatly O'200hrs Place of Death: Munich, Germany Notification Adress/Informitant: N/A For the first time tears became present in ice blue eyes. For weeks after he had done nothing but stay locked in his office and greive. Paper work pilled up and with his duties neglected the base he was stationed to command went to dirt. The casualties high and the amunition low, yet he didnt seem to care. Most began to think he had gone mad becasue of the war, it was only his brother Gilbert who knew what had really taken over his little brother. But his mourning the loss of a lover was cut short with the sound of sirens. Screamming a menecing sound for all to hear, they allerted everyone around to the coming areal attack. Standing to preair for the raid he was met with the face of his brother enter the now trashed office. "Its over Ludwig, our troops in Italy have been forced into surrender and Berlin is surrounded." "I would rather die then surrender my men to Allie scum." "I thoughs so." Glibert said befor giving his brother a final hug before handing him a set of Fokker keys. "Tell her I said hallo Ludy" He said before leaving the run down office and its only occupent confused. Cursing to the wind Ludwig found himself running to the first place he thought of. Instead of the fallout shelter he found himself running toward one of the Heavy Gunners. Jumping into the Fokker G.I., and even as he prepaired for take off he had no idea what he was doing. Blind by both adrenaline and pain he pulled the fighter plane into the sky one thing became clear, the longing he felt to be with her, even if it cost him his own life. Below him he could see the city he loved, Berlin, crumbling from the falling bombs. Aiming for a group of British Bombers he let his eyes fell shut and he felt himself fall into a place where nothing had changed. The soft lips of an (H/C) beauty met his making him feel whole once more before a snap popped his ears and a warmth burned his body.