He flinched,waking up suddenly after a brief sleep.Vladimir has been on the train,waiting for it to stop, for the past 2 days..He tries to stay awake and be alert,but his tiredness and panic got the better of him.
He would had sleept more,don t judge the little Artsotzkan solider,but the red light started flashing again,as the the loud alarm started to ring in his ears.It happended sometimes, every day, always when the blonde boy tried to sleep.
It was a coincidence,but Vlaidmir could swear it was intentional ..Nontheless,he propped his head against hard,cold wall and waited for the loud noice to stop.It started to become tiering and annoying.
He watched at the blank metal bars in front of him..
When,suddenntly..the train stops.
Vladimir jumps in excitement,so so happy that it ended..to long days of watching a blank spot and trying to look formal were like an eternity..Nontheless,he knew what he had to do.He stood up,stuck toghether his feet at the hils and raised his hands against his chest and back,doing the arstotzkan military gretting.
The big,wide door opened..
,,-Hello soldier.We re glad to have you here"
Vladimir smiled,being proud of himself and the impresion he gave,as he jumped down,snow cracking under his feet.
He is greated respectfully ,yet ...Cold and dead by the others soldiers,as he starts walking towards the massive building in his view.
He smiles a second time warmly
towards what he hoped to call in the future his ,,Friends"
,,-My name is Vla-"
,,-Vladimir" a man in a more beautiful,more decorated uniform responded.Surely a superior he had to respect
The blonde boy gave him a warm smile
,,Yes!..Yes,that is corect,sir!"
The fancy man frowns,in disgust of all the happy,positive emotions.
Yes,they needed those..Were in desperation of happines..But,that was war.Cold dark war.And the airhead that vladimir was shall not be folling around-The fancy man tought.
******
He worked on this new fire weapon for the past months..And finally,after all this work..Hiral raised his invention in light and smiled
,,-Oh,you sexy genious!"
Praised himself,as he put it on his back and started walking outside.
He passed many coridors,with the hanged flag,the frog-themed banner coated in blue that represented his country.
He opened the heavy door and aims at the old,beat up target in his yard and shoots it..
..The hard impact trows hiral at the ground,as the the bullseye was literally obliderated,and the rest of it was,really slowly,becoming past as the material was still desintegrating
Hiral looked at the weapon he created in amazement,happiness and excitement
,,.-.my god,i am a fucking genius.A sexy hot beautiful master mind,i might add!"
He retuns in his house running and grabs the phone in a rush.He calls them,trying to sound calm and profesional,but his heart was racing
He..Felt a little shame to call them..But he was informed to call as soon as he made a new,big,changing discovery.The pride was also helping the little big of negativity he had.
He will call the other ones after he finishes
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The love story of an Arstotzkan Soldier
RomanceFinished In procces of correction (!! IT IS NOT REQUIRED TO KNOW MY OCS OR TO KNOW PAPERS PLEASE TO UNDERATAND THIS BOOK. Yes,there are some references,like some names and the countrys,but nothing more) twenty years after the war between Kolechia an...
