Sanders Sides Oneshots (taking request)

Losing Loved ones

This one is really fucking long... I worked really hard on it and it took forever to write!

Ship: Depends... there's mentioned Logicality, Prinxiety, Platonic Royality.

Warning: Well, Shooting because of... war. Also, mention of bombs and mention of substance abuse.

June 6th, 1994.

Roman Prince, He never thought he would find himself here... in the American Air force, doing his best at a beach landing. One minute he was in a plane, the next he found himself in a small canoe with a few of his fellow soldiers as waves crashed around him from bullets and bombs hitting the water.

Roman couldn't lie... he was fearful that he wouldn't return home to his brother and extended family, as he had gotten closer to the beach, the safety of land kept him sane but it was the threat of the people that grew larger the closer they'd get.

Moments later, Roman had gotten himself and his fellow soldiers to the designated beach as promised. It wasn't long before other canoes followed suit, canoes that had been either American or German... they'd find out soon enough.

Roman was quick to jump out of the canoe, he had pulled his "friend" out of the canoe with him as he drug him and darted to take cover in a wrecked plane.

"You didn't need to help me." The other stated sharply as he swung his gun around his shoulder so he could use it. 

Roman chuckled a little as he peered out of the side of the plane and shot the approaching Germans, here, in war... it's either kill or be killed, or ya know... you could cower but you'd still die.

"If you would've stayed a moment longer, you would've been shot- or worse." The other had scoffed and began to argue but Roman hadn't given the stubborn boy a chance before he continued with his rant. "Sir, The Germans know of your importance to us, hence, them wanting to kill you. I highly suggest you stick with me as I get you to safety." 

The boy just rolled his eyes and held his gun which he was only permitted in case of a personal attack... 

Roman, at the moment, had not been paying attention as he was too focused on making sure no one reached the boy when rapid gunfire had gone off.

Roman had begun defending, it was all he could think to do... that was until he looked back and saw The boy, collapsed back onto the plane with blood spilling out of his chest.

Roman quickly turned over to the boy as he compressed the wound, his heart had been racing and tears were streaming down his face. Before Roman knew he ended up sitting in the boy's lap as he tore off his jacket and wrapped it around the gunshot in his chest.

Roman began to sob as his heart began to break, the many sounds of war became faint as he screamed for a nurse. With each scream, his voice broke into sobs.

"Help! Please! Someone! Anyone! Please, Get the nurse!" Upon realizing that the nurse wasn't coming... Roman's sobbed harder as he watched not only America's greatest warrior take his last breath, but his best friend and lover.

Roman just sobbed as his body went limp. The quick realization came over Roman that he needed to continue on and there was no time for grief, so with the thought he got up and wiped his tears as he went into battle, fighting for the man he was so lucky to call his lover.

Months passed and Roman had been relieved of his duty but he had never forgotten that fateful night...

Each day he'd find himself at a bar instead of at home with his brother and his husband, trying to forget but no matter how drunk or how high he got- The moment, or the person, never seemed to leave his mind.