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At first, when I saw you
I knew we could be
I wanted you to love
Little old me
You were so cute
With your little deck brush
But if I spoke away you'd run
So I just sat and hushed
One day you caught me
And cried and scream you did
I tried to sooth you as best I could
But, after all, we're both still kids
After that
We talked each and everyday
And slowly my love grew for you
In each and every way
And then I had to leave
For a war that never ceased
You cried, you begged, you pleaded
For fear I'd be deceased
I looked you in the eyes
And told you, hands I carried
"When I come back
We shall marry"
Then upon your lips
I did kiss
Conveying all the thoughts
Of you I'd truly miss
I fought hard
On that battlefield
A graveyard for men
Who decided to yield
The panties you gave me shown in my pocket
I glanced and yearned to see you
But I wasn't paying attention
When an enemy came out of the blue
And with his sword I saw he swung
He made a puddle of blood as big as the sea
And that's all that was left
Of Little Old Me
I knew we could be
I wanted you to love
Little old me
You were so cute
With your little deck brush
But if I spoke away you'd run
So I just sat and hushed
One day you caught me
And cried and scream you did
I tried to sooth you as best I could
But, after all, we're both still kids
After that
We talked each and everyday
And slowly my love grew for you
In each and every way
And then I had to leave
For a war that never ceased
You cried, you begged, you pleaded
For fear I'd be deceased
I looked you in the eyes
And told you, hands I carried
"When I come back
We shall marry"
Then upon your lips
I did kiss
Conveying all the thoughts
Of you I'd truly miss
I fought hard
On that battlefield
A graveyard for men
Who decided to yield
The panties you gave me shown in my pocket
I glanced and yearned to see you
But I wasn't paying attention
When an enemy came out of the blue
And with his sword I saw he swung
He made a puddle of blood as big as the sea
And that's all that was left
Of Little Old Me
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Ludwig frowned as another nightmare plagued his dreams
time to wake up.
Ludwig's eyes shot open as he yanked his consciousness back to reality. Panting and sweating, he sat up and looked around to make sure that he was indeed back at home. Ludwig nearly relaxed until he spotted a telltale lump next to him.
"FELICIANO!" Ludwig shouted and wrenched the blankets away revealing Feliciano and his night attire or rather lack of. "What are you doing here again? And put on some pants
Here just wear these."
Feliciano shivered and reached out for the blankets again, ignoring the clothes Ludwig was holding out to him. "Because it's Val
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Italy simply stared at Germany in the rapidly fading moonlight. It was a worm summer night, or rather morning since the sun was starting to rise, so he wasn't wearing a shirt to bed, just boxers.
Italy reached out and gently slid his fingers over Germany's skin. He lightly traced Germany's lips.
He was sleeping on his stomach and he looked peaceful. A stressful week has gone by thankfully and with it a weekend where Germany can relax alongside Italy.
Their covers were on his lower back showing the bare skin.
And all the scars.
Germany's body was covered in scars he realized. On the front of him and the back. Even the sides.
How many war
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"I always tried to stay by Germany's side, even when the temptations to go elsewhere were great."
"Did you have any fears during that time, during the first world war?"
"No. I always knew that Germany would have my back. I knew that I'd always be home for pasta."
"Mhm."
"I did have fears of losing him though."
"When?"
"Right before that war, the one with brother France, Austria, and the others...When I was fighting Turkey, I had a nightmare on the battlefield, when I was knocked out cold..."
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"He's dead, Feliciano. Let it go. The potato bastard would have stabbed you in the back anyway."
"N-No, Lovino! He isn't dead. Germa
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Ugg I know i said i was busy but i had to squeeze this in real quick. Never in my life have i ever had such a strong urge to write a poem that it kept me up until i got in written down. I don't even get that kind of inspiration for drawing. I hate writing poems! Yet i get the urge to write this.
Im so weird.
Anyway i blame CSI for this. I was listening to it while sewing my Teutonic Prussia cosplay and all i heard was "And then there was a puddle of blood as big as the sea, and that's all that was left of little old me"
That phrase stayed in my head for the rest of the night and in my dreams. Then i woke up and i couldn't go back to sleep until i wrote it down.
Anyway, i gotta get back to work. Hope you guys enjoy.
HRE&Chibitalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
Im so weird.
Anyway i blame CSI for this. I was listening to it while sewing my Teutonic Prussia cosplay and all i heard was "And then there was a puddle of blood as big as the sea, and that's all that was left of little old me"
That phrase stayed in my head for the rest of the night and in my dreams. Then i woke up and i couldn't go back to sleep until i wrote it down.
Anyway, i gotta get back to work. Hope you guys enjoy.
HRE&Chibitalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
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