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Prussia/Hungary oneshot that I will finish eventually @___@
“Please…don’t go.”
She didn’t want to think that this would be the last time she saw him. The last time she breathed him in. The last time she held his body close to her.
“Please…just hang on for a bit. Damnit it Gilbert, I know you can do this!” Her words came out rushed and desperate. In her arms, she cradled the limp form of what was once her best friend.
“Hey Liz, looks like you’re going to have to carry me home again, just like you used to. Only this time…” he turned his head and coughed into his hand. When he drew back his hand, blood was smeared all over his leather glove. Elizaveta tightened her grip around him and pulled him down to rest with her.
“I don’t think I’m going to make it.”
“Don’t say that. Please don’t say that.”
“Elizaveta…”
He never used her first name before. ‘Oh gods, please…’
“DON’T CALL ME THAT.”
“Kesesese, I knew that would annoy you. Just had to see that pissed off look on your face one more time..”
“Gilbert. Please…don’t go.” She breathed the words against his neck, inhaling the scent of gunpowder, the forest and something else she couldn’t quite identify, off of his skin.
He pushed her away from him with a grunt.
“What the? What are you doing?!” Elizaveta immediately lunged at him and grabbed his collar with her trembling hands.
“I’m not leaving. You are.” He stared back at her with those bright red eyes, those eyes that haunted her whenever she slept.
He looked like he was slowly caving in on himself. Every time he breathed, his body shook with pain. She couldn’t bear to leave him like that. So weak, so delicate…so close to death.
“You can’t make me. I won’t. I refuse.” She dug her fingers into his uniform and drew him closer.
“If you don’t leave, I promise I’ll kill you.”
“Please…don’t go.”
She didn’t want to think that this would be the last time she saw him. The last time she breathed him in. The last time she held his body close to her.
“Please…just hang on for a bit. Damnit it Gilbert, I know you can do this!” Her words came out rushed and desperate. In her arms, she cradled the limp form of what was once her best friend.
“Hey Liz, looks like you’re going to have to carry me home again, just like you used to. Only this time…” he turned his head and coughed into his hand. When he drew back his hand, blood was smeared all over his leather glove. Elizaveta tightened her grip around him and pulled him down to rest with her.
“I don’t think I’m going to make it.”
“Don’t say that. Please don’t say that.”
“Elizaveta…”
He never used her first name before. ‘Oh gods, please…’
“DON’T CALL ME THAT.”
“Kesesese, I knew that would annoy you. Just had to see that pissed off look on your face one more time..”
“Gilbert. Please…don’t go.” She breathed the words against his neck, inhaling the scent of gunpowder, the forest and something else she couldn’t quite identify, off of his skin.
He pushed her away from him with a grunt.
“What the? What are you doing?!” Elizaveta immediately lunged at him and grabbed his collar with her trembling hands.
“I’m not leaving. You are.” He stared back at her with those bright red eyes, those eyes that haunted her whenever she slept.
He looked like he was slowly caving in on himself. Every time he breathed, his body shook with pain. She couldn’t bear to leave him like that. So weak, so delicate…so close to death.
“You can’t make me. I won’t. I refuse.” She dug her fingers into his uniform and drew him closer.
“If you don’t leave, I promise I’ll kill you.”