Read at your own risk; may cause feels
HRE x Chibitalia
There was no blood, there was no battle, and there was no war. There was only the Holy Roman Empire and the little girl in the green dress. The screams and the horror were drowned out by his memories of her.
Would this be his last battle? No, it couldn't be. He had to see her one last time.
An enemy archer from afar shot a single arrow that pierced the air with a whish and struck his horse, lodging itself deep in the horse's chest.
The poor creature was instantly killed.
He toppled to the ground, rolling to the side. Since he was a commanding officer, he had been stationary in the back row of archers, but they were losing men quickly. Archer after archer were being stabbed or burned to death by the oncoming mass of enemies.
He was dehydrated. With the dry, smoky air and the loss of blood, it wasn't at all surprising. However, since he had lost his trusty companion, he was on his own; it didn't help that he was seeing mirages like one would in the desert.
He saw her, there! Off in the distance! And yet, he knew it couldn't be. How could she be here? He heard her voice and… she was coming closer! She was running toward him!
He reached out to touch her small hand, but the mirage was dissolved by the taller figure standing above him.
"You must the Holy Roman Empire." The man sneered, playing with a small knife between his hands.
"You're so small, so weak." The man had a French accent. It was clear that he was Napoleon Bonaparte, the last threat to the Holy Roman Empire.
"Just kill me." He whispered.
His minor wound had reopened during the fall and was soaking his uniform once again. Napoleon picked him up and held the knife to his throat.
"I think I will."
In a last effort to save himself and his commanding officer, one surviving soldier had snuck up behind Napoleon. He stabbed Napoleon in the time it took for him to act upon his statement.
But the deed was done.
Napoleon would survive and the Holy Roman Empire was, at last, conquered.