Chapter 2! Yay!
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101 Story Challenge: 2, Desolation, GerIta
Ludwig stood in a battlefield. He didn't recognize it, but there were soldiers, all in German or American uniforms, littering the ground.
The sky was dark. Desolation. Utter Desolation.
Scanning the field, he saw it was barren, but he could she wheat stalks flattened to the ground.
At one point a great army, or many, had stood on this field, proud and tall. Only to be slaughtered in the morn.
A few soldiers still lived and walked around in shock, but none of that was what he was focused on.
In the distance, among the gray, green, and brown was a blood splattered white and blue spot.
Not that it would've normally stopped him, but he would recognize that flag anywhere. It ws Italy's cherished flag of surrenderence and it was splattered in crimson blood.
Running towards the speck, he felt that he was going far to slow.
Reaching Italy, he collapsed ad pulled the boy into his lap.
"I-Italy..." he begged, "Italy, wake up you idiot."
Sobbing, he examined Italy's body and he knew he was to late, he would be dead before he got to anyone.
Italy's body was littered with shard of shrapnel, but he also had a small hole in his uniform, a bullet hoe from which a dark red spot was growing.
He bowed his head and watched as trails of tears formed spots in the dirt on Italy's face, not Italy's but Ludwig's own.
"G-Germany, don't cry." a small voice said.
Looking down, he found large amber eyes staring at him.
"Italy.."
"Ssh, Ludwig. It won't be long now.."
Though he had admitted it to himself, he couldn't say it a loud, "N-no, you'll be fine, Italia."
"No, Ludwig. I'm dying. My people aer dying. Tell Lovino, and Spain, and France, and Kiku that I'll miss them. Austria nad Hungary as well. Tell Lovino its up to him now. And Germany, no Holy Rome, no Ludwig, T-T.." he had to pause, coughing up blood, "Ti-amo.." with that the country of Nothern Italy, or Feliciano Vargas, closed his eyes for the last time.
"Nein, Nein, NNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIINNNNNNNNNN!" he screamed, shaking the boy.
"Ve~, Ludwig what's wrong?" Italy asked, shaking Germany from his dream.
"Huh? I'm fine Italia."
Cocking his head to the side said country asked, "You sure, you look sick."
"No," he said, rolling over and pulling Italy down under his arm, "Forget about it."
"Si, Ludwig." Italy said, settling under his arm and snuggling closer. He was soon asleep.
"Ich Liebe Dich, Feliciano." Ludwig said, also settling down and Italy's fore head.
A few minutes later though his eye sot open.
'Wait did he call me, Holy Rome?'