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War, it's a hard place (Swag Drac x Farmer)

Swag Dracula x Farmer John as usual

"You can't go!" John cried as he grabbed Drac's hand in a desperate plead.

"Why not! My country needs me!" Drac yelled yanking his hand away from John's throwing them up in the air.

"And what about me! I don't mean to sound petty but I can't lose you. I love you too much." John crossed his arms tears starting to stream down his face. How could Drac do this to him? To him of all people?? A person he risked his life for to be with to only go risk his life on the battlefield.

"I-im sorry John. I love you so much." Drac cupped Farmers cheeks kissing him softly on the lips. Drac wiped off the tears from John's face trying to hold back his own tears. John gripped hard on Drac's hand pulling him into a hug. Drac was already dressed in his green uniform ready to train for 2 months then be on the battlefield. John's tears soaked the green suit as he prayed his boyfriend didn't die out there.

"I have to leave..." Drac said softly prying John off of him. He kissed him a single time before leaving the small apartment they had in New York. John threw the lamp next to him at the door, making a loud crashing sound echo throughout the quiet apartment. John slid down the wall crying harder, banging his head on the wall repeatedly. He sat there for what seemed like hours. He never moved not to eat, nor to drink and not to sleep. He stayed there for a week till a young girl from the apartment next to him came to check up. Drac had asked her to do so since John and the girl we're close. She almost cried at what the state she say John. Messy hair, losing weight and heavy bags under his eyes. He haven't shown up to work since the day Drac had left and he could bare being without him. All John could think about was Drac's smile, the way he spinned John around the kitchen at midnight as they made a very late dinner. The girl had to choke back her tears as she lifted John up and bathed him. She was used to this behavior as she had a job at a nursing home. She hand fed him making him eat every bite before he couldn't handle his food. Two weeks had passed and John was starter to get better, slowly but surely. He had gone back to his job as a doctor praying everyday he would never get the letter his 'roommate' was dead. John had enough off it. He was sick to his stomach everyday knowing he was out there.

"Isabelle I'm leaving." John had finally said at dinner with Isabelle.

"What? Wait why?" She looked up from he meal John had cooked for them and looked at him confused.

"I'm joining the military as a medic." Isabelle rose from her seat so fast she almost knocked her chair over.

"Are you feeling okay? Are you dehydrated?? Let me get you some water." John stopped her, tears rolling down his face. He shook his head wiping the tears off his face.

"I asked the Commander of his mission and they need doctors and nurses Isabelle I can be there to save him if he's dying. I-I can save lives." Isabelle sat back down slowly her face creased from forming wrinkles across her forehead.

"I-I can't lose both of you." She whispered looking down at her hands. John frowned taking her hands in his.

"I need to do this, I will be stationed in Germany. Please send letters." Isabelle looked up and nodded tears glistened in her eyes as she rested her forehead on their latched hands.

"Be careful, you're like a brother to me." John bit his lip shutting his eyes.

"I promise, I'll see you tomorrow morning when I'm leaving." Isabelle's grip on their hands tighten.

"See you tomorrow." Her voice was small and broken as she stood up from her chair and left to her apartment. John sat at the table staring down at his food. He picked up the plates scraping the food off and rised then off. He headed to bed his clothes packed for tomorrow.