Hetalia Feels

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Had to make a few adjustments. They're more important than you know, as they may allow me to create multiple other stories in the future. Relates to SitR.
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Arthur was tired. More tired than he had ever been, in his entire miserable existence.

He was tired of war, of fighting, of the horrible sights that he had to see on a daily basis.

He was tired of watching his friends die, of distancing himself, of losing the happy person he had once been and becoming the monster that he was. The monster that no longer flinched when he pulled the trigger.

Arthur wanted to be done. He wanted to drop the gun, and go home, where he'd be welcomed by his many brothers.

A gunshot startled him from his thoughts, as he shot up in his bunker. Friendly fire, or an enemy?

More gunshots followed. Someone screamed.

No. Nononononononononono NO! He couldn't do this again! He couldn't see his team die again! He'd sooner be tortured to death than see anyone else die on his watch.

He slipped out of bed, quietly waking his team. Arthur put on his gear, grabbing his gun, and gave them instructions to escape.

"What about you?" One of the newer members asked. Ludwig, he believed. He was a nice fellow, albeit stern.

Arthur gave them a bittersweet smile. "Me? I'm going to go give those bastards some lead in their skulls."

Mathias, another new member of their team, though much more annoying, frowned. "In that case, I'm going with you!"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Go with the rest of them. Leave the rest to those who have been around longer than you."

Considering he was in a group of newbies, that wouldn't be a problem.

Yet still, Mathias persisted. Considering they were running out of time, Arthur agreed.

"You better not make me regret it, newbie," he threatened as the rest of the team left, in the hopes of going to a safer distance to attack the enemy troops.

Mathias smiled. "No way! I've got this!"

"Fine. Just don't do anything stupid."

Arthur crept around, Mathias at his heels like an overeager puppy. Dead bodies were scattered about the ground, the night eerily silent. The blood of those murdered in their tents pooled on the ground, and Arthur gagged.

Just as he thought it was hopeless, more allies arrived, and Arthur stood up to join them. "Stay here," he hissed at Mathias. Unlike Arthur, Mathias was rather inexperienced, and didn't know the true horrors of war. He didn't want to ruin his beautifully innocent mind sooner than necessary.

There wasn't any yelling. Only gunshots, a few grunts of those shot, and fear.

The fear was choking, welling up within Arthur, and he cursed himself for it. Where was the Pirate within him, nicknamed by his old teammates? Where was the fearless monster? Why was he replaced with this... coward?

Arthur realized why, all of a sudden. Before, the threat of death had seemed like a whisper. Now, it was a scream. He was probably going to die tonight, Arthur realized as people fell all around him. This was it. Any moment could be his last.

Just moments, seconds perhaps, later, there was an explosion. Arthur was thrown into the air, distinctly hearing the startled shouts of Mathias- which were quickly silenced by a gunshot- before everything went black.