Canada POV
I wake up early the next morning, ready before anyone else. I'm a bit nervous since this is my first real attack. I mean, I've done some small ambushes, attacked some enemy scouts, and I even killed a spy after getting some information out of him. But I've never done a full attack on another camp. I have some troops to command, and we've gone through the plan countless times. Everyone knew what they and what the person next to them is to do.
Gil said I may feel like this, and that is was normal though.
Gil comes to me early, before anyone else wakes up I guess I wasn't the only one up then.
"What are you doing?" I whisper. He had come right into my tent, Braun and Gruber still asleep, but I don't know for how long. Schäefer had, unfortunately, been killed.
"I needed to see you before we headed out." he whispers back.
"We're both coming back." I whisper with confidence.
"I know, but if one of us doesn't…" He pulls me close to him and kisses me passionately for a good minute before he ends it. "Ich liebe dich Birdie.(i love you Birdie)"
I blush like a tomato and stutter, "J-je t-t'aime tr-trop G-Gil-kun.(i love you too)" We gently kiss, one last time before the attack, and Gil silently leaves to his tent.
We go make our way to the enemy camp after a quick breakfast. We get where we want to at around noon. The next few days, we keep on walking. We get into position after two days. I go over the plan one more time with my troops, after the Generals and Generalleutnants review our plan. Then, we move out.
I go forward with everyone else, shooting and killing the enemies, before breaking off to go around behind the camp.
I hear running from the enemy's direction coming towards me. I go to shoot them, but then I hear "Mattie!", and am being hugged rather tightly by an enemy. He looks American, and oddly familiar. I shrug off the feeling and hold my gun to his head.
"Let go of me, and I'll ensure you have a quick death."
"I thought you were dead! Where have you been this whole time?" I press my gun against his head again to emphasize it being there. He looks up at me, not letting go of his embrace.
"Who are you? How do you know me?" I know I should shoot him, but I want to know how he know who I am.
"What? Y-you're kiddin' right? Ya gotta be! How can ya not recognize your own brother? Ha ha, that's a good one bro!"
" 'Brother'? I don't have a brother." I speak a little slowly, thinking.
"What? You can cut it out dude." He's starting to get a bit nervous sounding.
I break free of his embrace, and step back, keeping my gun to his head. "What are you taking about? How do you know me?" I speak the authority of the Generalleutnant I am now.
"You're my brother. How can I not know you? How can you not know me?"
"Because I don't-"
"Sergeant Major!" We both turn our heads towards the new voice. Before I can move my gun to face the newcomer, I get shot, then ran into. The new guy is over me, beating and shooting at me. I lift my own gun and shoot him, two, three times. Another guy comes from behind me, shooting the back of my leg, then hitting me in the back with his gun.
The whole time, the first guy is yelling, trying to get the other two to stop, for some reason.
I get hit in the back of my head with someone's gun, and my memory gets jogged. All of my memories rush back to me, and I feel a bit dizzy from it.
"A-Amer-" There's a deafening bang, and a searing pain goes through my back. I hear someone screaming, then there's yelling and running, and then I feel someone's arms around me.
Prussia POV
In the middle of fighting, I hear a scream. The reason I go running towards it is because it's Birdie's scream. When I get to him, I see two people trying to kill him, one trying to save him, but they'll all the enemy. I get Birdie away them, holding him.
"Come on Birdie. Don't let go. Whatever you do, don't let go. Please stay."
The one who was trying to save Birdie comes back.
"I need to bring him to a doctor." he says.
"Why you?"
"My doctor's closer. And he's my brother; he belongs here."
"He belongs with me." I hold him close, and see his eyes close again. "I'm coming with you. I need to be with him. I will kill anyone who won't let me." I reluctantly let him take Birdie and follow him to his doctor
I know I should be fighting, go back to the battle and leave him, but I just can't do that. They'll help Birdie get better again, and the guy seems to be about as shaken up about this as I am.
"Why are you upset about this?" I ask him after an hour of silence, save the sounds of battle.
"What is it to you?"
"I just wanted to know."
"He's my brother. I love him. I haven't seen him in over a year." He takes a few shaky breaths before asking, "And why do you care?"
"I've been with him for over a year. I've watched and helped him train and get stronger. He's one of the best soldiers."
"Why do you care?" he repeats. "I know your kind. You don't care if a soldier dies, especially an enemy soldier."
"Because…I…"
"You what?"
"Don't tell anyone. I…I…love him." I whisper the last part. He looks over at me, confusion or worry, showing through his sadness.
"You…" he sighs a bit, then continues, "does he…love…you too?"
I nod and whisper, "He loves me too."
He waits a minute or so before saying, "You know he can't be with both of us, right?"
"He'll have to make that choice for himself."
He nods. "When he's ready?"
"No. The sooner he makes his choice, the better."
"I don't want to put that pressure on my brother after he heals."
"I don't either, but the longer we wait for him to make his choice, the harder this will be."
"He better be Ok. You Nazi bastards better not have corrupted him."
"I corrupted him less than you did, lazy-ass American."