A short, Swanson x Strauss oneshot. A small Idea I came up with after trying to sleep. Enjoy,
"Herrrrr Strauuss!", Swanson slurred happily, stumbling to where Strauss is sat, reading the newspaper. Strauss sighed softly, looking up at Swanson, "Err, yes, Reverend?", he asked, frankly a bit concerned for his lover friend.
Swanson gave him a sloppy smile, taking a big gulp of his whiskey, "Misterrr Morgan...told me to come bother you instead!", Strauss stared blankly at Swanson, a bit concerned for his dear friend. Strauss opens his mouth to speak. Abruptly, Swanson falls into the grass, a bit of sweat runs past Strauss's neck.
"Do you...need help getting up?...", Strauss mumbled, Swanson groaned, he supposes that's a 'yes'.
Strauss sighs softly, setting down the newspaper on the table. He stands up, groaning as he pulls Swanson up and slings his arm around his shoulder, he's not strong enough to pick him up, after all... Strauss half-drags half-leads Swanson to Strauss's bed roll, gently laying him down. Strauss forced-fed Swanson some water and put a blanket over him.
Strauss stares at Swanson as he pouts, he sighs softly, laying down next to him, Swanson cuddles the poor man, and then mumbles something.
"Did you...say something?", Strauss asked, making sure he's not going insane and hearing voices.
"I love you...Herr Strauss..", Swanson mumbled sleepily,
Strauss stared at Swanson, who's already passed out. Strauss parts his lips slightly, not once has he heard that dear sentence. With no family it's obvious the three words, "I love you", are foreign to the poor Austrian man.
Maybe,
Maybe,
Maybe he's found love. Maybe this is it, what he's dreamed of, to be genuinely loved.
If only Swanson would stay sober, if only their love could blossom. But that's not reality, is it?
Strauss knows that tomorrow, it'll be the same.
Swanson will be standing next to the camp's whiskey supply, drinking his shame and regret away, neglecting the poor, heartbroken Austrian man.
Maybe this is how love is, who knows, it's been a while since Strauss has been loved.
But, with Swanson in his arms, maybe his yearning will be forgotten. Maybe, for now, they can be a happy couple.
"I love you too, mein schatz...", Strauss murmured, kissing Swanson's forehead
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