Hey y'all!:3 so I come to you today with a chapter, hoping that perhaps you will be satisfied with my writing. I've had really bad writers block lately and I'm out of school!!!! Also I have gotten ovER 31K READS ON THIS STORY HOLY MOLY DONUT SHOP AHHHHHH!!!!!! Oh and one final thing, please go check out SouthernLolita on wattpad and check out her sebeciel stories if you like the pairing. They are well written and absolutely beautiful. Well Ima just write now. Alrighty.
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Italy's POVThe rusty smell of blood was absolutely overwhelming. With every way I turn, hundreds upon thousands of corpses were scattered on the ground and countless other men who were nearing the same fate. I was then running through the battlefield I knew all too well as the Second World War front. The smell of decaying flesh and poisonous gasses fill my nose, making me gag. And yet I didn't slow my pace. I had to get to Ludwig. I need to make sure that he is still alive.
I eye the trenches just ahead of me, seeing the men readying themselves to go over the edge and into no-mans land. Slowing down ever so slightly, I jump down into the man made ditch which countless men are lined up, firing their guns over the edge. Pushing past the people on the ladder, I jump the side of the trench, running toward my imminent death.
Bullets whizzing through the air, deafening sounds of explosions and gunfire, cries of "Over the top!" Ringing through our eardrums, soldiers young and old falling to the ground dead and countless more losing their lives every second. This is war. No,
This is hell.As I run through the crazed battle grounds, I frantically search for the features of my beloved. Blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a stoic expression. "GERMANY!!!" I yell out. Please answer me. Give me some sign that you're alive. "LUDDY PLEASE WHERE ARE YOU?!?!" I yell once more, fear and obvious panic present in my voice. Just as I am about to lose all hope in learning the fate of the only man in this world who holds my heart, I see it. A small tuft of blonde hair that could only be his peaking out of a helmet. I was to him in record time, with a half of a smile gracing my lips. He is alive I thought. We will make it out of here. These thoughts came running through my mind, but all came crashing down with the weight of the world.
My Ludwig, my sweet love, lay against a wall of sandbags with a clean shot through his heart. His bright blonde hair dyed crimson from the blood of his fallen comrades, his bright blue eyes now dull and lifeless, his loving touch and softly spoken words now permanently gone from me. I drop to my knees, my legs no longer working. An agony wracked cry escaped my lips, feeling my heart shatter. I take him in my arms, holding him close for the last time. Throwing my head back, I let out a drawn out pain filled scream, heard by many but understood by only some. I let out another scream, feeling my entire world crashing down around me. Then and only then...
...Did I wake up.
I open my eyes, the feeling of lukewarm tears streaming down my face, sitting up in my bed with Ludwig beside me, his eyes wide and panicked. "What happened?! Are you alright?!" I hear him say to me as I lean over, tears still falling from my eyes at a steady pace. I feel strong arms envelope me in their warm embrace, rocking from side to side slowly. "Please tell me what happened. Did you have a bad dream?" He asked. Unable for words, I simply nod my head. I turn to face him and he begins to wipe the tears from my face, asking what happened over and over.
I look up at him with a sad expression on my face and quietly say "I had a dream that we were back at the war, and you were killed in combat... I had a dream that I lost you..." The words fell from my mouth slowly and quietly, but loud enough to be heard. His face then has a sad look as he pulls me into his warm embrace. "I'm not going anywhere. It was just a dream. I promise I won't leave you." As he said this, a smile found its way onto my lips. I hugged him tighter, saying "thank you." and "i love you" over and over.