Hetalia Theory Series
Chapter 10:
Gilbert
"I still can't believe they fucking deserted us!" Gilbert swore under his breath, slamming his fists on the dirt wall beside him.
Ludwig stared at his older brother, with lifeless blue eyes, with a look of annoyance. But Ludwig, consumed by fatigue, hunger and thirst, could barely even shout at him. He sat, huddled beside Roderich, who was starting to go insane.
"Bruder, listen..." Ludwig began, his throat screaming out in resistance. "More than likely, it was an accident. And even if it wasn't, they would have gotten shot by now. They're probably searching for us as we speak." His words calmed his agitated brother.
"What if they don't come back? What if we die here?" Roderich muttered, but loud enough for his friends to hear. "I can't die. They will kill us." He cradled his head, pain striking his whole body.
The trench they were in was filled with water, up to their knees. Gilbert sunk deeper into the water, the ice cold water starting to numb his senses. Is this the plan God had for me? To die like this?. Suddenly, loud footsteps approached from behind Gilbert, so the trio huddled together, hidden in the shadows. Whispers in a foreign language was heard above them. They sounded furious and anxious, as if they were planning something. From the different voices that entered the German man's ears, there was at least fifteen soldiers standing near their trench. A bullet shot through the water, implanting itself into Gilbert's right knee.
"Run brother!" Ludwig shouted urgently, shielding his older brother with himself.
"B-but I ca-"
"Just run Gilbert!" Austria intervened, reloading his slightly rusted gun.
Gilbert's crimson eyes were glassy with tears, as he fled the scene, leaving his loved ones behind. Ignoring the pain that shot up from his knee, he ran deeper into the cave, the dirty mud-water splashing everywhere.
"Ispgsgsn psgsgs osow pdd!" Foreign voices shouted, coming closer to him, just as he neared the exit.
I'm going to die. I have no weapons on me, I defenceless. Just as he thought those last words, a bullet was shot directly into his head. As his dead body fell to the floor, cheers from the opposing soldiers entered his ears.
"At least I'll be with Ludwig and Roderich..."
Prussia: Died protecting his country. This had to be re-written due to a 'replacement' issue, in which I swapped it with a different chapter. I did this exactly after fixing up the story, so -_-zzz.