Germany ran through the house, going through the front door and to the woods. "Italy!!" Tears were in his eyes. There was blood on the window, he knew it was Italy's. He stopped dead in his tracks, if he wanted to save Italy he had to be logical, and not get caught by them too. He calmed down a bit and looked for a trail. He spotted blood and some leaves and went from there going into the darkness of the forest. He followed the turns, and bloodlines in the leaves looking for any kind of sign, till he came to a cliff. He looked around looking for another sign, but nothing he saw nothing. He looked down over the cliff, rocks were tumbling down, telling him something was recently thrown down, and that's when he saw bloodlines streaking small lines down the cliff side. "Oh no..." Tears rolled down his cheeks. He looked for something to follow down, and he found a small trail, and made his way over to it, going down, till he met the floor, "Italy... No..." He spotted his hair beneath the rubble. He ran over to dig him out. The rocks near him were covered in blood. "Why... Why did this happen?" He got Italy of the rocks but... He was gone...
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The Untrimmed Garden
Krótkie OpowiadaniaAfter 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?
