Canada POV
I don't even know why I joined this war anymore. I don't like it at all. Dead comrades and enemies scattered across the battlefield. They've fallen dead in front of me. I don't want to see this anymore; I've gotten sick a few times at the sight of dead bodies and body parts scattered around. I've grown pretty much immune to it now, having seen it so much.
Now, I walk cautiously through a forest. I'm looking for the enemy's camp. I don't know why it was me that had to do this, but I hadn't argued or complained. Just because I'm invisible doesn't mean I'm good at this kind of thing.
I hear something rustle in the bushes. I turn and face it, holding out my gun in my shaking hands. I start to pull the trigger, but a squirrel comes out of the bushes instead of an enemy solider.
I let out a small, nervous laugh, lowering my gun. "You're only a squirrel. Thank goodness." I tell it. "I thought I was in trouble." Unfortunately, my relief doesn't last long.
"Drop your gun and slowly put your hands up. Make no sudden movements and do not speak." a voice says behind me as I feel the cold barrel of a gun on the back of my neck and hear the gun cock.
I do as he says, dropping my gun and slowly bringing my hands up. I tremble a bit out of fear.
"Stop trembling!" I try to stay still, but it's not good enough for him. He pulls my arms behind my back and kicks me onto the ground. The squirrel scurries away as I hit the dirt.
I try to push myself up, but there's a boot on my back pushing me back down. He keeps his foot on my back, pressing harder and harder, even after a searing pain goes through my shoulder and I feel bones cracking.
I cry out in pain, and I feel something wet slowly cover my back and shoulder. Blood.
"I said don't speak!" He moves his foot and kicks my head. I slowly reach for my gun, only to have my hand crushed. The man grabs me and throws me into a tree.
"Durch den Baum (by the tree) !" I hear gun fire, and then feel pain all over. I start to fall, but one of them catches me. "You disgust me. You call yourself a solider? What a waste of space you are." He throws me against another tree and I think I hear my skull crack. Blood starts running down my head.
After a few minutes, I don't hear their footsteps anymore. I slowly struggle to my feet. A waste of space, eh? That only makes me more determined to find the enemy's camp. I can only unsteadily limp onward, hoping and wishing I can at least find the camp.
Everything starts to run together. Minutes drag on like hours. Blood seeps into my vision. Walking and breathing becomes harder. I hear a rustling in the tress, and I fear it may be another ambush. I start trembling more, out of weariness, and now fear too.
Prussia POV
I'm walking through the forest, securing the area around camp when I hear rustling in the trees. I make my way over to the sound, gun ready, and see a man standing there, trembling.
As I get closer, the first thing I notice is his blood-covered uniform. It must be the blood of my allies, since his uniform is the enemy's. I waste no time in shooting him.
When the bullet goes through his shoulder, he doesn't grab it; he just falls as if he's given up. I go over to him, keeping my guard up.
The blood, apparently, is his. It's all over his uniform. It looks like he's Alfred, but just to make sure, I lift him up to see his face. Instead of seeing Alfred though, I see soft, pain-filled, dull, dying, blue-violet eyes looking at me through broken glasses. They seem to be begging for me to get it over with, to kill him.
I hold my gun out to kill him, but for some reason I can't bring myself to do it. I have to save this one.
I pick him up, hold him close to me, and run as fast as I can to camp. His eyes close when we're almost there.
"Don't go. Come on. Stay with me. Stay with me. Don't you dare give up. You're gonna get better, just stay with me." I don't know why I care so much about keeping my enemy of all people alive, but I do.
I get him to the medical tent and give him to them. "Save him." My words ring with authority, and they don't dare question who he is or why he's in enemy attire. They start to work on him and push me out to work in peace.
At dinner, I get a seat next to Ludwig. Normally, I wouldn't sit with him, but he wanted to talk with me.
"What this I hear about an enemy solider in the medical tent?" he asks me.
"What?" I try to pretend I don't know what he's talking about.
"Don't act like you don't know East. Why did you bring an enemy here to heal of all things?"
"West, I-I couldn't- it's none of your business. And besides, he's almost dead. When he wakes up, he'll probably be confused enough that we can convince him he's on our side, and was only working as a spy. He'll know about the enemy. We can use this to our advantage West! Think about it."
Ludwig thinks for a few minutes before responding. "East, you know how dangerous this could turn out? You will be in charge of him. If he knows or figures out he's not on our side, you have to kill him. Understand?"
I nod. "Understood." I don't want to kill him, and I won't, even if he finds out. I'll just hide him if I have to.
After dinner, I go to the med tent. I want to see him.
"You can't." one of them tell me outside the tent.
"Why not? I'm the one who brought him here."
"We know that sir, but if you want him to heal, he needs to rest tonight. You can see him tomorrow after lunch."
"Fine." I go back to my tent for the night. I can't get him out of my head thought. Why?