Not Finished...P.O.W
Title: P.O.W
Show: APH
Pairing: Prussia x Austria
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When Gilbert woke one morning, he was overwhelmed with the loneliness and solitude all around him, and he longed for something to ease his mind. Taking a deep breath he walked out of his hiding spot in the woods, the fog covered him, so as to hide him form sight. It seemed luck was on his side. Although Sleeping in a tree was the safest place he could think of to keep himself alive in a war as crazy and undefined as the World War, it still would be nice to sleep on a bed. Oh how he missed his home with his brother.
In the last two weeks, he had more scars then his own brother. But then again his brother said that he wasn’t surprised to the fact that scars marked his body. They both knew that Gilbert like to do everything hard and dirty. Back on his and his brothers farm, Gilbert slaved over the fields. Working them to perfection. His brother, Ludwig. Worked with the horses, seeps, pigs and took care off the house.
Their parents both died a few years ago. Leaving them to care for themselves. They have done fine on their own until the start of the war.
Gilbert’s thoughts fades as suddenly the fog began to move and change shape, and Prussia rubbed his eyes and then reached into his satchel to retrieve his canteen. The warm was lukewarm but it still felt good against his parched mouth and throat. When he looked up again, he saw the mirage was getting closer and closer. He cursed out loud to himself about forgetting his sword. With his luck the mirage would end up shaping into his enemy and he would either windup dead or a P.O.W. both choice’s were awful.
The mirage stopped floating warily in front of him, he could make out the shape of a man riding on a horse toward him.
Show: APH
Pairing: Prussia x Austria
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When Gilbert woke one morning, he was overwhelmed with the loneliness and solitude all around him, and he longed for something to ease his mind. Taking a deep breath he walked out of his hiding spot in the woods, the fog covered him, so as to hide him form sight. It seemed luck was on his side. Although Sleeping in a tree was the safest place he could think of to keep himself alive in a war as crazy and undefined as the World War, it still would be nice to sleep on a bed. Oh how he missed his home with his brother.
In the last two weeks, he had more scars then his own brother. But then again his brother said that he wasn’t surprised to the fact that scars marked his body. They both knew that Gilbert like to do everything hard and dirty. Back on his and his brothers farm, Gilbert slaved over the fields. Working them to perfection. His brother, Ludwig. Worked with the horses, seeps, pigs and took care off the house.
Their parents both died a few years ago. Leaving them to care for themselves. They have done fine on their own until the start of the war.
Gilbert’s thoughts fades as suddenly the fog began to move and change shape, and Prussia rubbed his eyes and then reached into his satchel to retrieve his canteen. The warm was lukewarm but it still felt good against his parched mouth and throat. When he looked up again, he saw the mirage was getting closer and closer. He cursed out loud to himself about forgetting his sword. With his luck the mirage would end up shaping into his enemy and he would either windup dead or a P.O.W. both choice’s were awful.
The mirage stopped floating warily in front of him, he could make out the shape of a man riding on a horse toward him.