10 years later:
The snow crunches underneath me as the sound of bombs and guns blare through the air. 'Stupid Nazi, this is all because of him, he should just kill himself already' I think to myself as I huff and tread in the thick snow. I decide to hide behind a tree to catch my breath, there are dozens of them surrounding me.
A tree branch snaps. I whip around and unleash my claws, I stay silent and still.
I hear a click then a shot, a heap of snow blasts into the air. 'It just missed me'. I begin to run, my heart thumping in my chest, not daring to look back. I hurl over tree roots sticking out of the ground and barge past huge trees in my way, painting out of fear. 'Is this it? Am I going to die?'
I come across a big opening in the forest, 'this is my chance to escape!' The footsteps get louder and faster. I angle myself, making sure I won't fail. Then I spread my wings and take flight, I get at least three meters above ground. But then I hear another shot followed by piercing pain in my waist, then another shot in my right wing. I scream in pain and fall to the ground. I hit the ground hard, it makes me light headed. I remove my hand from my waist and look at it, it's covered in blood. I cough and splats of it come out.
I lay lifeless on the ground, my eyes getting heavy. A figure looms over me, I look up.
"Soviet..."
He makes eye contact with me, not saying a word.
The darkness is consuming me, I strain in discomfort, trying to stay conscious. It doesn't work. 'Why would he do this? We were friends, I trusted him. But no, he had to sign that stupid treaty.' I think to myself. 'I loved him.'
I black out.
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I stare at him lying on the cold floor, why? Why did I do this, why did I hurt him? His blood leaks from his body until all the snow around him is red. But he's still breathing. Good, I didn't shoot him in the lungs. I kneel down to pick him up, I do it gently so that I don't hurt him anymore. I hold him close to my chest.
I need to be quick I can't loose him.
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Okayy this was a rly short chapter, but don't worry, there is more to come. :D
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Friends, Enemies, Lovers
Romance*THIS IS SHIT ITS OLD* Britain and Soviet have been friends ever since they were young, they both felt like they had finally found someone who understood them. And soon their connection became stronger, and the two had grown feelings for each other...
