Girls Und Panzer Parabellum

MARCH ON FORTH (Part 2)

The time seemed to fly by, as now it was 8:PM, and the sun had reached its crescent of glowing orange, yellow and red. Reflecting off the water to reveal an immaculate sight of colors mixing.

Once the last tank had shut down, the white silence filled the air. Waves, birds chirping, and trees groaning. It was a nice quiet, quite nice indeed.

Setting up their tents, Nonna decided to sleep in Hammonds, although there was no thunderstorm tonight, she did it anyway. Everyone else was set up and immediately went asleep as they were all tired and worn out from driving in loud tanks all day.

The sun had now set, and only dying fires and lanterns left on pieced the darkness.

Katyusha came up to Nonna and Hammond's tent. Normally she would be there to tuck her in before bed, but she hadn't even come at all. Anger boiled in her, a surprising amount in fact for her small body.

She then heard laughter in the tent, giggling, and smooches. Stopping dead in her tracks, she decided to listen in.

Nonna said, "Tonight isn't that cold, why are you under the covers?"

Hammond replied "I don't feel safe unless I'm tucked in by you"

"Oh you, sure, I will tuck you in"

"Could you also spoon me tonight also"

"Of course, but won't you get hot"

"well I'm pretty sure that most of the hotness is coming from you good looking"

Nonna giggled at his comment.

"Daring aren't we"

She turned off the light, and all katyusha heard was shuffles of blankets, bodies rubbing up against each other.

In her head, she screamed "SHE JUST WENT TO BED WITHOUT TUCKING ME IN! OUR SCHOOLS LEADER! does being with him make her feel so privileged she gets to lean off of her basic duties for me!"

Her anger flip sided in sadness and she ran away deep into the forest. The pitter-patters of her small boots on grass, dirt, roots, and leaves sounded like a well-sized fox.

The tears made it hard to see as soon the fading campfire light turned into the white moon light. All becoming a blur, she sobbed louder and louder. Her heart picking up speed only made her emotions flare even higher.

An uprooted tree root laid before her, but she couldn't see it as the darkness covered it like a canvas.

OOFFF!

She screamed as her foot caught onto it, causing her to go face-first into a small stream. Pain shot right from her nervous system to her brain like a bullet train. Not wanting to run as she was out of breath and scraped, she just sat there, a tattered sad mess.

"STOP STUPID STUPID!!!!" She sadly screamed in anger.

Covering her eyes with her hands, she sat there crying in the still darkness, with only the trickling of water to provide noise in what was a isloated place.

After two minutes of crying, she cleaned off her hands in the river, then her knee caps, and eventually her face. It was refreshing. Feeling the sting of cold water clean her off with its pureness. A good pain.

Now, clean, she fell onto her back, the cold water entering her clothing and to her skin. Her nervous system sensed the cold presence and told her to move, but she didn't. Now she was soaked, her red pajama shorts darkened, and her white shirt almost see-through.

Her hair floated and darkened as the water was almost above her ears.

For the first time, she focused on her breathing, feeling each and every one.

In, out, in, out, in, out, and in.

In her head she said with a calm voice 'I no longer have any shoulders ride on, nothing to prop me above everyone else, but that can't be why my heart is hurting so much'

She put her hands to heart center.

'No... It is. I needed her so much, so much, that it became an extension of me. Yet now that she is gone from doing that for me, that extension has fallen down to who I truly am'

Tears flowed and ebbed from her eyes once again.

'I am insecure about my height, being so short, so unable to admit. Nonna, the tall girl I rode on, I never stopped once to image my self in her shoes, being the same height or taller than half of the men in the world, but look how happy she is with a short one'

'But I, I can't be strong like her'

Katyusha laid there, feeling weak, and tired both physically and mentally.

Thinking some more, she decided to rest, but eventually, she fell asleep in the cold water where she was soon about to catch a fever.

Down the river a bit, there was Kirovets fishing. The fishing rod looking tiny in his big hands against his huge body. He smiled to himself as now he had a full bucket of small fishes he would cook up for himself during breakfast. He never quite liked the MRE's and most of all, hated large crowds.

Fishing on a calm or stream or even a large one was his opus. The raging water and forest sounds replacing the annoying interruptions of people and vehicles.

The true forest scents replacing the stale air that was the city.

He would do this again at their next stop for camp if he could.

Normally he would go straight back, but after hearing something high pitched down the river, he decided to go and check what it was once he was done, and now he was.

Walking down the river, the moon eluminated his path as it reflected off the river like a sea of shining moving mirrors. His boots cloping upon the water, treading through it like it was nothing.

That's when he saw that girl, the person he felt his heart take a leap when he saw her.

His thought on her being 'I'm big, she's small, perhaps we hold some common ground'.

The way she was laying in the water, she looked like she was dead, but there was no blood, and her chest seemed to be rising and falling.

Now beside her, and his shadow looming down on her, he just started with his curious eyes.

He could almost see her bare breasts, if she had any for that matter.

Putting his fishing rod on his backpack, he reached down with one hand and scooped her up like a puppy.

'She is cold, she needs my help' He said in his head.

The way his hand was scooped on her would make any girl feel uncomfortable, but Katyusha when she woke, didn't say a word. She knew who was carrying her, and her senses were all normal, but her mind was anything but.

After a minute of walking, they were back in his tent that was tall, and dimly lit.

In it was a case of books containing old fairy tales, a miniature stove, and an extra-large reinforced cottage bed.

Setting her down onto his bed she kept her eyes closed to make him think that she was asleep.

The covers underneath of the bland army green top were fluffy cartoon blankets. There he tucked her in, and went into his backpack, and was shuffling for something.

She peaked only an eye to watch until he turned around.

In his hand was a stuffed teddy, one of many he had.

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Thank You for reading! 

See you in part 3!