If You Have Ghost One Shots...You Have Everything

My Soldier (Swiss)

Okay so, I'm giving you some fluff. Just accept the fact that historically and in reality this is fan-fiction, so I'm acting as if instead of the Church of Emeritus, Papa was a nickname for a bar owner and the ghouls are loyal friends with him. You danced with Swiss at the club, but then Swiss and the others got drafted into WWII.

It's been five years since the boys were drafted, six since the war started. You go down to the speakeasy once in a while to reminisce about the times you shared with them. Papa, the owner, would talk with you and try to get your mind off of the boys, especially Swiss who you were seeing, but nothing helped. You work in a munitions factory making shells. You always wondered if the boys got your bullets. Swiss was drafted first to France. He wasn't on the frontlines immediately, but his battalion was called two years later. Aether and Rain went at the same time. Sodo and Mountain were the last ones to be drafted. Swiss made them promise to watch over you while he was gone, but with no one left to watch you, it made your state more concerning. You worked like a dog, day and night your hands would bleed and be callused from the harsh metals. You'd grab a drink and chat with Papa about life, his kids, his wife, and try to live through his stories of happiness, family, and love.

The day was February, 1945. You sat at the bar as usual, "Papa. Can I get an old fashioned?" Papa stood in front of you, "Y/n. It is eleven in the morning, no drinking till at least four, you know my rules." He sternly said, "Yes I know. Today is the day the boys come back." You say with as much joy you can muster. The boys used to send you letters often. However, about two months ago, all contact stopped. All of their families didn't live in New York, so if they died you had no clue, "Yep." He said, popping the p, continuing to wipe down the counter, "Y/n." You look up at him, "You know that if you need a place to stay my house is open. My wife and you are close, my kids love you, and dare I say you make my home happier." You smile, "Thank you Papa." He nods and continues to wipe down the bar.

You turn up the volume of the radio, carefully listening to any information on your soldiers, "This just in" The voice says, "The last American soldiers have left France." You start to cheer and cry. Finally, after six years, they'd be home.

Soldiers arriving home from New York were ordered to come through Times Square. Swiss promised you that he would meet you right in front of the club which was in Times Square. He always reminded you in every letter to wear his favorite red dress and smile so he would be able to see you.

Two days have passed since the announcement on the radio, and for two days you have waited all day and night, red dress, hair done, lips red, heels worn. Your soldier was not home yet, but you couldn't accept that he was dead. You just couldn't. It was now the third day of waiting. You call off of work...again. Tying a red bandana around your head makes you tear up, what if he is dead. Did they find his body? Is it even recognizable? Did they tell his parents? What about his siblings? Will you ever know? You shut the thoughts up as your radio in your room comes in with a breaking announcement, "The last of the soldiers have come back to New York!" Then they played Vera Lynn's We'll Meet Again. Tears fill your eyes, Swiss and you had your last dance before he left to this song. He made promises then that you wish he would keep now. You continue applying your makeup trying to remember how his hands felt on your waist, his chest against yours, his smile against the crook of your neck, but to no avail. The memory was too old. The clock chimes; eight am. You sigh looking at yourself in the mirror, mentally preparing yourself for the worst. You leave, ready to accept any fate.

You walk down to the club, Papa is scrubbing away at the bar as normal, but now there are four guys sitting down in uniforms. You walk in and all heads snap to you. There they are, Aether, Sodo, Rain, and Mountain. They all stand from their stools and hug you, "Welcome back guys!" You say laughing as they each spin you around and squeeze you. Once they all have had their moment you step back and look around, "Wheres, wheres Swiss?" you say confused. They all looked at you with sad eyes, "We thought he'd be back by now." Aether admitted. Your face fell into pain, but you quickly fixed it to be calm, "He'll be back today." Sodo sighed and looked at you with pity, "No. No Sodo, do not give me that look." You say through gritted teeth while tears run down your cheeks, "I'm going to get him from outside this building and I'm not coming back in here without him." You storm out and stand to the left side of the door like you swore to him all those years ago.