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Nobody suggested anything, but oh well... I wrote this a while ago and im publishing it now

Ballistophobia is the fear of bullets or guns

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Gun shots could be heard off in the distance. I was hiding behind my greatest friend, Ludwig. He is big and strong, I love that about him. "Feli?" he asked, disgust evident in his voice, I was to busy to notice I was shaking worse than I ever have. I heard a grenade go off around us I jumped and grabbed onto him. I felt like crying, my ballistophobia at an all time high. "Ludwig?" I answered holding onto his arm like I would die if I let go of him. "Feli there is something I need to tell you," he sounded really serious, his accent changed, it was almost gone.. Not the thick German one I love so much. I looked up into his sky blue eyes, "I cant be I'm in an alliance with a wimpy," he pulled me off of him "small, ugly little girl like you." I was torn, broken, completely crushed. "L-Luddy?" I used his nickname, hoping this was all some cruel joke. He scoffed and put the gun in his hands up to my head, "Your worthless, and I'm doing the entire world a favor." He smiled, and pulled the trigger.

I shot up out of bed, panting heavily. Tears were falling from my face like waterfalls. Ludwig came busting in the room "Feli! Are you ok?" his accent was back signaling this wasn't a dream. He ran over to my bed, and pulled me into a tight hug. He starting singing an old Italian lullaby that I didn't know he knew. It was one Romano used to sing to me, back when we were young. After I had calmed down a bit, he pulled back and looked my in the eyes. "Now can you tell me what the dream was about?" I nodded and took a deep breath, "I had a nightmare, well more of a night terror, It was a war setting. We were walking before you called me weak, and worthless. You put a gun to my head and said you were doing the world a favor. Then pulled the trigger with a smile on your face." I was crying again by this point. I hugged him, not wanting to let go. "Feliciano" he started "I would never call you worthless. The world would be empty without you in it, and I would never put a gun anywhere near you. You are brave, amazing, smart, handsome, an amazing painter, your singing voice is angelic, the list could go on and on." I blushed like a little school girl and said "Gratzi, can you please stay in my bed tonight?" I asked, he blushed and nodded "Ja, but don't tell the others I did this okay?" I giggled and nodded. He laid down and pulled me into his arms. I snuggled into his chest, i could hear his heartbeat. It is calming in a way. After about five minutes I felt his breath even out, signaling he was asleep. I turned to face him, he looks so cute when he is asleep. I sighed "Ti amo" His eyes fluttered open, and he smiled "Ich liebe dich Italia" I blushed and turned the other way. He hugged me and I sighed in contentment. "Guten Natch" I heard him say, "Buonanotte" I replied before sleep took over me completely.

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Translations

Ti amo - i love you - italian

Ich libe dich - i love you - german

gute natch - good night - german

buonanotte - good night - italian

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