NorGer Fanfic ch1. Name those feelings for me
Tittle: Name those feelings for me (I'm still not convinced of the name though...)
Genre: Historical, Dramedy, Romance.
Let me know if you want me to continue, please.
This chapter is kind of short, I would even say it only is an introduction, but oh well, what can I do?
I'll continue regardless if no one wants it, it is kind of fun to write it.
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Soldier of the third Reich, Ludwig Beilschimidt
Mission, getting rid of the rebels.
There was him in the snow, the cold was invading him like knives, suffocating and surpassing him. His pale skin was being dominated by the ice and blue, and as his body shivered nonstop, his mind raced with thoughts and memories, ones that he would have liked to change, or simply not mind them.
But, that was impossible.
In this land that he did not belonged to, the blood was going out of his abdomen to the white snow, staining it with red. It quite made you remember of oil on glass.
Ha! Funny, he was painting with his own blood in this land of cold. All alone. In his last moments.
His blue eyes, now cloudy because of those distorted thoughts and dark memories, looked empty at the grey sky, as the snow fall on the ground and him.
He remembered of those times that he played in the snow with his beloved mother, when everything was just as simple as counting and clear as water. Beside a river, that at night shined like a precious stone, he played and looked at the sky culminated of stars. His mother, Ludmila was her name, would tell him about the the constellations she knew, even not having so much knowledge, it was lovely to the ears and mind of the little child.
On that time when only laughter and happy moments he had.
Or those times he would be doing nothing but read. Oh how lovely it was.
It was until, they were asked to burn most of the books, but it was ok. He had read almost all of them. Plus, he still had his mother.
But that not endured the time he pleased to.
He was asked to be in a organization to formate him.
But that was ok, he still kept in touch with his mother, even being so young at age—13 that was.
Those years formatting weren't so bad, he really did not made any friends, he was too nervous and way too profounded in his studies.
That was, until he came back.
Not even a goodbye he had a chance to say to the woman who created him, there was he, all alone. For real.
But, he would live for her. He would make his duties as a soldier and a man whom loved his country. He would fight for his ideals.
Darkness crept as the sun, even unseen, was going down, just like the warmth that once had in there. Tears flowed, as he remembered the faces of the enemies soldiers he has killed, he has killed has many as the tears that got out of him.
He deserved such destiny, of going out of this planet through this land of cold, however, we yet know not if it will be actually his end.
The shivers begun to cease little by little, his eyes were closing.
He would meet with his mother once again, at least.
Or else, as a payment of his cruelty, he would never meet her.
Maybe he would, but only that time of the year that no one would see, just like that Chinese tale of the two lovers. Who knows.
Life before death would never be on our reach of knowledge, only for those who we have lost and may not ever see again.
Ludwig feels, suddenly, warmth involve him, and the cold of the snow was still in there, but now he felt as if he was in the air.
It must be the entrance of heaven. Hell cannot be this... Comforting. But has heaven really accepted him?
It felt like being on the arms of the someone, who did not judged you, and gave you a chance to continue.
Like being on the arms of your beloved, or ones mother.
It must be his mother involving him and welcoming him in heaven.
The blond german drifted to sleep in the arms of a stranger, trying to find peace in his dreams.
The wound trying to heal, the germans body was strong.
And that was his payment.
