Flandersfield Stories

I wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of guns. I shot straight up in bed, covered in sweat, then realize it was just a dream. I fall back asleep, but the memories continue to haunt me, and I wonder, will I ever be the same again.

A short story about aph Canada during Remembrance Day I don't own Hetalia or the characters. The cover is not mine, creds to the artist and I do not own In Flanders Fields 10/11/2016