"Germany! Germany help!" Then silence. "Italy?" Germany ran to the fallen country. "G-Germany?" Italy looked up to him, a puddle of blood was forming around him. "I'm right here Italy." Germany kneeled beside the broken country. Italy smiled at him, "I did my best... Are you proud of me?" Italy coughed up blood, "I'm very proud of you Italy..." He picked up his limp head. Italy smiled at him blood dripped off his chin. "Ti..ti amo..." Italy's eyes went dull and his head fell limp. Germany shook him "Italy! Italy don't play, your fine!" Tears started to fall, "Y-your fine.." He squeezed Italy close to him. "You have to be..." Germany woke up tears running down his cheek. He looked over to see the blankets and sheets were rustled. "Italy?" He got up, and walked into the kitchen hoping to find him there. "Italy? Where are you?" He searched the whole house not finding him anywhere. "Maybe he watched the sun rise?" He walked outside to find no one, but he did spot something, in the garden, something that had changed. Their favorite flowers.. Were gone... Germany walked over to where the flowers were which is now a hole. "What happened?" He looked at the garden, he noticed for the first time in a long time, all the weeds, and the flowers wilting away. He looked up the forest, seeing something just outside of the darkness, a boot?
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The Untrimmed Garden
Short StoryAfter so many wars Germany hasn't had time to tend to his garden, so after England casts a spell by accident and creates constrictor vines that track and lure their targets, how will the German and Italian survive?
