Don't Forget- Pewdiecry/Melix fanfiction

The Prices of War

When the couple got home they were as excited as ever. Felix's proposal was beautiful, and Marzia had never been happier.

"Wait," Felix said, looking at Marzia. " I have another thing I want to do before we get married."

"What is it?" Marzia asked in her high, yet joyful, voice.

"I want to move to America."

Marzia was shocked. He loves Sweden, why would he want to leave? But Marzia did not object, even though he could still see question in her eyes.

"The reason I want to move to America," he started. "Is because I want a fresh start. With you, and Edgar and Maya. I will continue my YouTube career, but I feel this is something I really want to do."

Marzia had no problem with that. She supported her soon-to-be-husband's choice. And was quite excited to go to America.

* * *

They began packing about two weeks before the flight. There was a lot of things pack. Marzia's clothes all for into one huge suit case, and Felix's games and gaming consuls fit into an even bigger cardboard box that they sealed with duct tape.

Between all the packing and moving madness, they would sit down for small snacks and plan their wedding. They wanted it to be a simple wedding. Not overly extravagant like other weddings. They planned to invite only close friends and family members, so it was not to crowded. Marzia was going to wear a white Lacey dress that was short right below her knees in the front and long in the back. It would follow her as she walked down the isle to Felix, who would were a black suit with a red tie.

Everything seemed to be going well and perfect. All the details were worked out for the wedding. And for the flight. They had researched houses and had found a two-story house, two and a half bathrooms and three bedrooms in Florida. Perfect.

"That's everything!" Felix said, as he zippered the last suitcase shut.

"Already?" Marzia asked sarcasticlly. It was the day before they had to leave for the airport. Two weeks of packing and planning had wore both of them out.

"I love you, Marzia."

"I love you too, Felix."

* * *

Early in the morning, woke up and brought his suit cases into the car with him. He didn't want to disturb Marzia sleeping so peacefully.He left a note on the backed the front door that read:

Dear Marzia,

I left early to go to the airport to check my suitcases in because there are more than five. I heard if you get there early there aren't many lines. I didn't. Want to disturb you from your sleep by waking you up. Meet me at the airport soon!

Love,

Felix

* * *

Down at the airport, Felix was one of the lucky people to get in the airport. It was flooding with people! The blonde wondered why. He tried asking some people, who in return said nothing in return but bump into him. He heard many voices at once.

"We need to get out of here...quickly...come on...no escaping... war."

Felix had pieced together the puzzle. There was a war. In Sweden. And he and Marzia were to busy to notice.

Marzia.

He forgot Marzia.

He quickly took out his phone.

* * *

Back at home, Marzia had just woken up and was reading the note. She heard her phone ring in the other room. Felix? Marzia wondered. The Italian picked up the phone and was startled by a voice blasting out of her phone.

"Marzia! Come to the airport, now! Quickly, no time to explain!"

He hung up before she could say anything at all. What was going on? she wondered. Marzia ran into the car, still in her pajamas. What's going on? Was the only thought running thought her head.

* * *

"Excuse me." the announcer at the airport speaker said.

"We would like to announce that we are going to shut the airport doors, so no one can get in or out."

Felix's heart stopped. Marzia was no where to be seen. Placing his bags in an empty corner, and headed out. He was not leaving Sweden without Marzia. But the current of people was strong.

"Please let me get through!" he pleaded, but no one was listening.

At the same time, Marzia was trying to get to the airport doors. People crowded around them, tightly getting in seemed impossible. But Marzia refused to lose Felix. She barged through many people, yet still could not get near the doors.

"Felix!" she shouted, but he couldn't hear her.

"I've got to go back for my bride!" the swede desperately said, still pushing against the current of people.

"Tell me who must I pay, tell me what I must do!" Marzia said running out of strength to push.

"Help!"

"Please!"

A man grabbed Felix by the shoulder.

A woman took Marzia's hand.

The man talked in a calm voice when he said "You need to go, leave while you have the chance. She is not the only one we have betrayed." He pulled Felix the way of the current. Felix was dying inside because he knew, no matter what he did, he couldn't get to Marzia.

The woman's voice was hoarse, as if she was yelling all day. "If we are here when the bombs drop, we are dead. Come with me." Marzia began to protest, but the woman just said,

"He's gone."