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. 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
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