GerUk/GerEng Collection

I'm Sorry

  Author's Note: Okay, a little bit of a warning. This fic is taking place during the Blitz in WW2. Nothing is stated outright, though there are implications. I tried to get things accurate as I could by consulting my history notes and such, but I'm sure there are some issues still. Anyway, enjoy!  

     

      The air was thick and stunk of smoke and death. In the distance, the occasional bomb or gunshot went off. The sky was dark and no one was sure if it was because of the night or the smoke. Under the guise of darkness, a stray German soldier ran frantically through the rubble and flames. He searched the blown out buildings and chunks of brick for a familiar Brit, praying that when he found him he would be okay.

     Sure this would result in some form of punishment if he was caught, but he was Germany itself so he trusted he could get out of it. Even if he didn't, this was more important than his own safety.

     Germany scanned the city for hours only finding burned bodies and injured enemy soldiers. His legs ached from the running and he was sweating from both the fire and the exercise. He stopped for a moment, trying to catch his breath. As he stood hunched over, he heard screams of terror coming from ahead of him. Using the last bit of his energy, Germany raced forward towards the source, hoping to do at least a little good in this whole mess. As he approached the building, a group of five or so people was in tears as they watched a building engulfed in flames.

     "What's wrong?" he asked, trying to hide his accent (which was pointless as they could tell he was German from his uniform). The group turned to him in absolute terror. One of the women tried to lung at Germany only to be dragged away with the rest of the group by her friend. Germany turned his attention to the building, he was about to leave until he heard a faint groaning from inside. His heartbeat fast as he called, "England? Is that you?"

     There was no answer and the groaning stopped too. Germany carefully made his way inside, determined to find his friend. His mind raced with the worst-case scenarios, the worst being that he had officially killed England. The thought made his throat tight and his eyes burn. As he made his way through the building, he shouted England's name, but never got a response. Eventually, he came across a large pile of rubble from the floor that used to be above. Below the pile lay a blonde man unmoving and limp. It was England. Germany immediately ran over, digging through the rubble, set on freeing him. He feared it was too late, but he knew if he freaked out now it would only make matters worse. Once England was freed, Germany scooped the Brit into his arms and ran out of the building.

     Once outside, Germany gasped for air out exhaustion and smoke inhalation (although outside was still quite smoky). "Where am I going to take you?" Germany rasped, looking for any sign of help. "Gott damn it!"

     "Ger...Germany?" England asked weakly, looking up at the man carrying him, "What's...ahh...what's going on?"

     Said nation turned at the sound of England's voice. "Oh thank god you're okay! "Kind of...But what are you doing?"

     "I'm saving you!" Germany began to walk down the street, looking for someplace to treat England.

     "Ger...Germany...gah...just leave me. You'll be....you'll be... in so much trouble."