2p!Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

24: In Another Life

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        "Vivienne..."

        The name escaped his lips like water with in the riverbank; smooth, almost calm. You looked up towards him with your head still rested on his chest, humming in question. "Did you say something, Francois?" you mumbled sleepily, catching him off guard for a moment before a grin stretched across his face. "It's nothing, cherie... Go back to sleep..." he mutters against your hairline, pressing a chaste kiss on the skin.

        Perhaps beer might not be of your taste anymore, but he'll sure as hell make sure the both of you will be together.

Allen Jones

Maryland, America

1862

        The Civil War has caused the entire nation to crumble, shedding blood of the innocent and brave but the battle of Sharpsburg grew to be the bloodiest. Allen, who sided with the South, aimed his gun at his enemies, firing precisely at their chest or head. His continuous bull's-eye hits were short-lived as a bullet found his stomach a nice and cosy place to bury itself in. "Motherfu--" a grunt in pain left his lips, not having the enough time to react as he feels another to his right shoulder. Gravity, being an absolute d-wad, pulled him down and knocked him out unconscious.

        Then, light seeped through his eyes, causing them to flutter open. A string of colourful words slid past his mouth as pain made itself known to him. Once he gained consciousness, he observed his surroundings, noticing that he was shirtless and covered in bloody bandages. He laid a hand on his wrapped up abdomen, wincing at the stinging sensation because sure, he'll cure faster than humans, but Pain's just as much of a bitch as Karma.

        Another person entered the room with more gauges in hand. It was you—Quinsy Chadwick, one of the nurses who assisted in the war and a girl he's been trying to win over. (Allen wasn't much of douche back then; nevertheless he's still a flirt so...) "You're awake," you said, somewhat shocked. Allen flashed you a toothy grin as you approached him. "Did you miss me, doll?" He flirts but soon flinched as he felt you peel of the bloodied bandages off his right shoulder. You smirked at his reaction as you focused on changing and cleaning his bandages and wound. "Just came here to clean you, Jones. Don't get your knickers in a twist," your remark caused him to chuckle. "C'mon, don't play hard to get Queenie," he teases, almost screaming when you purposely tugged harder on the fabric at the sound of him calling you that dreadful nickname that had your knees weak whenever he says it. "I'm not playing hard to get. I am hard to get," you winked, patting his leg and telling him to get up.

        "Go and get yourself breakfast. The general's lookin' for you," turning your attention on the selection of wraps, syringes and contraptions. "Not until you and I go to a dance," Allen stubbornly sits still on the stretcher. You sighed, shaking your head. "Allen, I have other soldiers to treat," you told him but he grabbed on to your arm. Finally having enough of his shit, you exhaled an outbreath. "Fine, but ONLY when the war's over, alright?" You made him promise and he nodded gleefully, stealing a quick kiss. You stood frozen in shock because one, how dare he? And two, damn, that was a good first kiss.

        You cleared your throat, gaining back your composure. "L-Let's go," you stuttered, assisting him as you two walked out the tent. But from the corner of your eyes, you saw one particularly suspicious soldier. Noticing the patterns of the man's behaviour, you immediately jolted into action. "ALLEN!!!" You scream, instantly covering him, getting yourself shot right behind where your heart was supposed to be positioned. Enraged and flabbergasted, Allen quickly grabbed a nearby gun, shooting the bastard til it was over kill. He held your lifeless body by the waist, taking every last bit of his energy to not break down in tears.