Shove. Have this. Song is by My Chemical Romance on the album Three Cheers Fr Sweet Revenge. This is based off of the music video. ((The Song is Ghost of You by MCR)
I never
Said I'd lie in wait forever
If I died
We'd be togetherI can't always just forget her
But she could tryAt the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are never coming home, never coming home
Could I? Should I?And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever everEver get the feeling that you're never all alone?
And I remember now
At the top of my lungs in my arms she dies
She diesAt the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are never coming home, never coming home
Could I? Should I?And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me
Never coming home, never coming home
Could I? Should I?The solemn group of soldiers stood upon the stage, the strumming in the midst of tuning guitars and clearing of throats from the lead singer. The occasional tumble of the drums and symbols. Their name tags read;
Captain Alfred F. Jones
Corp. Ivan Braginsky
Lt. Mathias Køhler
Doctor Gilbert BeilschmidtThe Survivors some might called them. 'Heroes' even. But they didn't think that. The words of the people around them were as fake as their smiles. They were tired. And they knew the truth. They were tired of people hinting they were heroes. They were nothing compared to those who....left on that day. The day that left them this way. D-Day.
CRASH
"That's what she said! I heard it!" The others laughed, drinks banging on the bar. The grins of the Almost-Not-Sober-But-Totally-Drunk men lifting the atmosphere up. They had been there since nightfall, it was now the wee morning and they were still in high spirits. They were happy.
The quiet one smiled at his brother who just grinned back. Slinging an arm around his shoulder he said, "Ya Know, Matt? I wish this would never end.."
"Me too..."
"But we have a dedication!" Gilbert, their confident Albino, friend chimed in. Raising his cup
"A loyalty!" Their, also confident and awesome haired, friend Beamed. His cup raised.
"A Need To Protect!" Ivan, their bulky and scary looking but sweet friend joined in.
"OUR HOME!" They exclaimed, cups meeting.
CRASH!
The memory filed their minds, The lead singers expression filled with sorrow again as he sang. The microphone gripped in between his white knuckles, Sky blue eyes clouded with water. The whole band, from Ivan the drummer, to Gil and Matthias on Guitar, knew what was coming. The third verse. The one that hurt them most.
Fingers dabbed crosses, People wiped their mouths from spit and vomit, Sweat and sea salt trailing down their bodies. Anticipation and fear filled the heavy atmosphere. The Oxygen needed to fill their lungs somehow gone, as so was there future. Or so they thought. Alfred gave one last order to the squad, looking MATT directly in the eyes.
CRASH
The boat collided with the beach, sand flying as fast as the bullets. They ran, legs gone. Sand cascaded up, defying gravity as the force of the deadly silver pieces imbedded themselves deep into the yellow wet muck. Boots slid. Desperate yelling and screams unheard by the bullets and explosions going off in everyone corner.
Matthew dove sideways, gripping his rifle to his chest as he dodged another bullet. He army crawled up to one of the structures used for protection. Alfred was a few feet I front of him, yelling Out orders until his throat was raw. Matthew's eye went straight for something on the left, a gunners place was cleverly hidden. The machine gun could easily be taken and concurred if....
Alfred's eyes widened as he looked at his brother, the Brown nest of once blonde hair poking up above the sand. His purple eyes fearful but full of bravery. Or foolishness. He looked in his eyes and saw the gunner,
"MATT NO! DONT DO IT-" His twin looked at him, lip bitten before he dashed across the beach. His throat scratched as claws ran down it, blood freezing through his veins. If he moved to chase after his twin he'd die and kill his men, but if he stayed he could get out of this. He gulped and bit his lip.
CRASH!
Matthew's eyes stopped moving. Foot mid-air before he fell, rolling over off of the wound. A medic dashed over, sliding down and immediately his eyes watered. "Birdie..." He gulped before shaking his head. The boys hair was stained red and sand yellow, skin as pale ashen, and a bullet embedded into his chest as an accessory. Gilbert hastily tried to scoop the bullet out, all while repairing the wound and giving himself cover. He jumped as MATTHEW grabbed hi hand weakly before mumbling with a ghost of a smile,
"Dedication....to her.....is what'll kill all of us.....Tell Alfred I....I...." The grip was lost and the raspy voice faded. Violet eyes were finally closed and shielded from all the hatred. Into a land where peace was true fact. Red eyes filled with tears and Gilbert stopped moving. Hands shaking as he looked in Alfred's direction.
CRASH!
Alfred through down his Rifle, cursing as he ran out of bullets. "ALFRED!" A cartridge hit The spoken of in the back and he nodded in the direction of Ivan and Matthias. He loaded his gun and glanced towards his brother- The sight he saw was not What he wanted.
Gilbert leaned over someone, eyes wide and hands shaking. He was in shock. Violets were slit open, blonde hair splattered with blood and dirt, a flower blossomed from Matthew's body. Alfred's voice became hearse as the bullets ceased to fly. Everything was silent.
Until a ringing appeared and he realized it was him.
He was screaming.
Tears stringing his face, mixing in with a red Crimson coating his Body like paint on a canvas
The purple eyes seemed to look at his soul, the light reflecting off of them.
Then they closed.
If I fall
If I fall
(Down)At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are never coming home, never coming home
Never coming home, never coming homeAnd all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me
Never coming home, never coming home
Could I? Should I?And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me
For all the ghosts that are never gonna
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Hetalia Couples! (Finished)
FanfictionSimple Hetalia pairing stories, might be a one shot or long short story (I'm up for requests!) Will just be fluff no lemon~ Hiatus due to slowly slipping out of the fandom ;-; hmu with those hetalia memes tho