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A thousand Years (Hetalia - GermanyX Italy)I stand on the battlefield. It’s cold, and it’s scary, and I don’t like it at all. We, that’s me and Germany, are out fighting with our troops.
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And it’s scary, so scary.
I have been sent into this battle as the leader of my troops. They don’t know who I am. They simply believe that I am a young, naive man, who was promoted through some sort of mistake. I can hardly say I blame them.
Suddenly I feel the buzz of my radio, telling me I should signal my soldiers to attack. I shiver. I hate doing this. I know what it will feel like. My poorly trained men will run out onto the field, and get shoot down by guns, cannons and bombs, and as the metals rips through their bodies, it will rip through my soul.
And it will hurt, so much.
I don’t want to do it, but the urgent voice of my boss yells at me down the telephone, telling me I need to give the signal, but I’m so scared.
Heart beats fast
I look around at the faces of my men, my soldiers, who are