I slid my Luger into its leather holster with ease as the troops were readying for the massive battle against the Russians.
"Men! Are you ready for battle?!" Germany barked, rallying the troops for the oncoming warfare.
"Ja, Herr!" we replied in unison.
"Alright, let's move!" West rushed ahead into the harsh Russian snow, swirling through the air. We followed on his heels, our Kar98k rifles butting into our legs as we arrived at the battlefield. SS bodies were strewn all around, tainting patches of the frozen sheet deep crimson. Tanks from this assault were destroyed, only emiting fire as they sat in silence. The Russians were strung in formation, and we aligned parallel to them. Our enemies, clad in uniforms of the mother country, aimed their Mosin-Nagant rifles in our direction. Mirroring them, we marked the hearts of our enemies. The first shot was fired from a Soviet gun, and all hell broke loose. A swarm of bullets rained down, burying themselves deep into my brethren and enemies alike, bodies collapsing all around the field. I pinpointed a Russian soldier, and squeezed the trigger. Blood immediately started spraying from my target's head like a geyser, his body twisting into a pile of skin and bone as he fell.
"Ja, let's go!" I cheered, picking a new red to annihilate. I continued to spray communist blood, my friends getting torn apart by our attackers. The fight droned on for hours, Russians and Germans dropping like flies, while tanks from both countries engaged each other, firing their cannons, and planes flew over us, combating the Soviet forces. Voices were heard from both sides, each giving orders to destroy the opposing country's army. Hours later, the last shot was fired, and everything was silent.
"Headcount, who's still standing?" our commander questioned.
"Me," a man named Claus stated, along with a few other soldiers, who looked a little worn out. A tank or two rolled up behind them, being the last tanks of this assault, while some planes circled back to an airfield. We lost many of our own.
"The awesome Gilbert still stands!" I exclaimed with pride, shoving my boot into the face of a fallen Russian. The curtain of smoke withdrew from the battleground, revealing the heaps of corpses, twisted in unnatural ways. Although many of the bodies were German, no Russians were left alive. "Da, the awesome me has defeated many comrades!" I mocked in a fake Russian accent. To my surprise, West was smiling and cheering.
"C'mon, Bruder! Let's get out of here!" Germany gloated. The pride dropped from his face as his eyes bore holes through my body, looking behind me. "Bruder, behind you!"
"What, what is it?" His grave expression made my skin crawl. I swiftly spun around to the face of Russia himself, his rifle aimed at my vulnerable chest. One... Two... Three... Bullets pierced my skin, pummeling into me as I fell to my knees.
"Goodbye, comrade..." Ivan spat, words dripping with hatred. The tall figured then melted into the blazing snow, as life trickled from the wounds in my flesh.
West ran to my aid, my blood flowing out of the gaping craters in my chest. "Gilbert!" Germany screamed, frantically searching for the field kit in his pocket. "Hold on, Bruder, everything will be fine." He unbuttoned my uniform, exposing my chest to the cold. "This is gonna hurt..." He struck a match against his knee, and attempted to cauterize my wounds with the searing end.
"Schieße!" I cried out, the burnt match creating even more pain.
"Sorry..." West winced with me, "Just, stay with me. Help is on the way..." His despair was obvious - no one would make it in time for me to survive.
"Everything is blurry..." I mumbled. Wow... I'm actually going to die today... "Hey West...?"
"Ja? Was ist das?"
"Tell Matthew that I'm sorry for lying to him... and I know this sounds cheesy, but that I love that shy Canadian..." I grimaced. The only way I was making it home was in a body bag...
"No. Tell him yourself, you'll make it," my brother shot a glance over his shoulder, the clouded sun making his hair glisten. A few soldiers jog toward up, two carrying a stretcher between them. I could tell from their distance, they wouldn't get here before my last breath.
"Just tell him... and, West...?"
"Ja, Bruder?"
I grinned sorely. "Tell him that I always thought he was way more awesome than I ever was." My lead eyelids fell. The pain faded away. The cold disappeared.
I died.
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'Til Kingdom Come (A PruCan Fanfiction)
FanfictionPrussia has been drafted for the Wehrmacht, and has to leave his love, Canada, back in his own country. This is the story of his battle, and Canada's time without him. Most of the titles of chapters and this whole thing are songs. I do not own them...
