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Ludwig limped around the bodies that were piled on the ground. His heart was slowly building up to a fast-paced symphony. If he didn't find Feliciano...that meant he was... Germany shook the thoughts from his head. He couldn't bring himself to think about it. He looked around at the shattered ruins of the once peaceful Italian village. The air still smelled like the pasta sauce that an Italian woman had probably been cooking for her family for supper that evening. It had been a His heart nearly stopped when he saw a pair of twin boys that reminded him of Feliciano and Romano. He had to keep looking...!
"Italien!" he cried again. "Bitte, Italien!"
"Nnngh!" came a small cry, "Germania!"
"Italien!" Germany turned in the direction that the plea came from. The wide open, dead eyes of the corpses seemed to follow him as he made his way towards the cries for help.
"Germania, aiutatemi!!" Feliciano begged. He sounded so close, yet his voice seemed small... weak. Scared.
Ludwig fell to his knees and started pulling corpses out of the way. One, a small girl, wasn't dead yet. She was about seven years old, with
dark curly brown hair and brown eyes. She was covered in mud and blood and muttering small, broken phrases in Italian
Germany hung his head. He couldn't help her. There was a large dagger potruding from her stomach. She shuddered in his hands and wrapped her own small ones around the handle of the blade and tried in vain to pull it out. She never made it. He wanted to hold her in his arms until her body cooled, but he had to keep looking for Italy. He carefully her aside and then pulled another body out of the way.
Wiping the tears away, he continued his search for Feliciano, calling out his name repeatedly, always being answered with a small, pathetic moan from the smaller country.
"Germania!" Italy cried, "Aiutatemi!!"
Finally, Germany grabbed something warm --- Italy's small hands. He pulled him out from underneath a young Russian soldier.
"Germania!" Italy sobbed, clinging to Germany's uniform. "Graize, Germaina..."
"Italien, bitte leben."
A sharp noise behind them made Germany turn sharply and pull his gun from its holster. "Halt!" he cried, pointing the gun at the approaching figure.
Ivan Braginski stepped from the darkness, a dark smirk on his face. "Well, well, well..." he mocked. "I see that Germany can still find the useless freak even after I destroyed him when he refused to become one with me." His accent was very thick. Even if he hadn't been able to see his face, Germany knew that this was his enemy.
Germany cocked his gun. "Stay back!"
Russia took an impending step forward. "Oh, you have a weapon. How cute."
The blonde fired a warning shot between Ivan's legs. "Don't. Come. A. Step. Further." he warned.
Braginski backed up. "Very well." he turned away. "You AND Italy WILL become one with me one day!" With that vow, he walked away, not looking back.
Ludwig could have sworn he heard "Kol kol kol..." being chanted as Braginski fled into the twilight.
The blonde stood, placed his gun back in its holster and gently lifted a now unconcious Feliciano onto his back.
"Don't worry, " Ludwig reasurred the sleeping young man, "I won't let him take you..."
"Nnnn..." Italy moaned, scrunching up on the German's back.
"I won't...ever." he promised, walking towards the nearest hospital for help.
"Italien!" he cried again. "Bitte, Italien!"
"Nnngh!" came a small cry, "Germania!"
"Italien!" Germany turned in the direction that the plea came from. The wide open, dead eyes of the corpses seemed to follow him as he made his way towards the cries for help.
"Germania, aiutatemi!!" Feliciano begged. He sounded so close, yet his voice seemed small... weak. Scared.
Ludwig fell to his knees and started pulling corpses out of the way. One, a small girl, wasn't dead yet. She was about seven years old, with
dark curly brown hair and brown eyes. She was covered in mud and blood and muttering small, broken phrases in Italian
Germany hung his head. He couldn't help her. There was a large dagger potruding from her stomach. She shuddered in his hands and wrapped her own small ones around the handle of the blade and tried in vain to pull it out. She never made it. He wanted to hold her in his arms until her body cooled, but he had to keep looking for Italy. He carefully her aside and then pulled another body out of the way.
Wiping the tears away, he continued his search for Feliciano, calling out his name repeatedly, always being answered with a small, pathetic moan from the smaller country.
"Germania!" Italy cried, "Aiutatemi!!"
Finally, Germany grabbed something warm --- Italy's small hands. He pulled him out from underneath a young Russian soldier.
"Germania!" Italy sobbed, clinging to Germany's uniform. "Graize, Germaina..."
"Italien, bitte leben."
A sharp noise behind them made Germany turn sharply and pull his gun from its holster. "Halt!" he cried, pointing the gun at the approaching figure.
Ivan Braginski stepped from the darkness, a dark smirk on his face. "Well, well, well..." he mocked. "I see that Germany can still find the useless freak even after I destroyed him when he refused to become one with me." His accent was very thick. Even if he hadn't been able to see his face, Germany knew that this was his enemy.
Germany cocked his gun. "Stay back!"
Russia took an impending step forward. "Oh, you have a weapon. How cute."
The blonde fired a warning shot between Ivan's legs. "Don't. Come. A. Step. Further." he warned.
Braginski backed up. "Very well." he turned away. "You AND Italy WILL become one with me one day!" With that vow, he walked away, not looking back.
Ludwig could have sworn he heard "Kol kol kol..." being chanted as Braginski fled into the twilight.
The blonde stood, placed his gun back in its holster and gently lifted a now unconcious Feliciano onto his back.
"Don't worry, " Ludwig reasurred the sleeping young man, "I won't let him take you..."
"Nnnn..." Italy moaned, scrunching up on the German's back.
"I won't...ever." he promised, walking towards the nearest hospital for help.
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-APH- Bustelo
The German lay in his bed wide awake, mindlessly staring at the rain trickling down the window as the storm outside progressed.
Just twenty minutes ago, Ludwig was woken by his naked Italian comrade, obviously trying to fight off something in his sleep-which evidently made Felicino kick Ludwig in the back, almost making him fall off the bed.
Germany would have normally gotten pissed off and wakened the exuberant Italian to yell at him for his incompetence, but for the past few nights he has been having the same sort of dream; always kicking or punching his way through some sort of thing. Ludwig even noticed during the day that Felicino was
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Sweet Dreams - FrancexEngland
Author's note: Heeeey~ So uh...this fic is based on something that actually just happened to me last night. My family and I went to go see a movie and as we were getting back into the van, I smashed my head against the roof of it and screamed out in pain, I cried, my mom freaked out and wanted to take me to the hospital but my dad just drove us home so that I could put ice on it. My head still really hurts, it's been throbbing on and off since early this morning and I can see the scrape and the bump on my head now too...blah. So in my fit of genius, I thought I'd write a little FrUk fic with Iggy in my place.
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"Mon cher, how are you feel
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APH GermanyxItaly Ficlet
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Ludwig looked down at the oddly-shaped clump of clay in his hands. Feliciano said they would have fun today, but to be honest, he was not having fun. He had pieces of earth under his fingernails and his hands felt incredibly dry.
If it were not for Feliciano, Ludwig would have thrown the clump on the floor and left it to die, yet he was determined to make the little brunet happy in any way he could.
After a few more attempts, Ludwig set the clay down in defeat. He had intended for it to be a bowl, but odd lumps protruded from the sides and the bottom of the clump was far from flat. Artistic traits did not run in his blood and it clearly
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Not really considered a "YAOI" but...it's fluff. DON'T JUDGE ME!
Don't own APH
Edit: Well, I took out the Japanese and replaced it with German and Italian, added more to the descriptions and finally wrote a second chapter. I will think about putting it up there but it IS on fanfiction.net... C: Enjoy!
Don't own APH
Edit: Well, I took out the Japanese and replaced it with German and Italian, added more to the descriptions and finally wrote a second chapter. I will think about putting it up there but it IS on fanfiction.net... C: Enjoy!
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Yeah....That was good....You're really good at writing fan fics!!! *thumbs up*