The sky was pale blue with only a few clouds in the sky. A man with blonde hair sat in the grass, his blue eyes staring at the landscape before him. He knew that, soon, he would be leaving for the battle field once again, but he didn't want to leave. Next to him was a young brunette man sleeping peacefully on the grass. The man smiled as he placed a hand on his head before getting up and walking away.
"Germany?" the brunette said as he woke up. He looked over and saw the other already several feet away. He didn't know what was going on. "G-Germany!"
The man stopped in his tracks, slightly turned, and stared into the amber eyes of the brunette. "Italy, war is calling and I must go." With that, Germany turned around again and left. Italy's hand reached out, wanting to keep his lover from leaving him. He didn't want anything to happen to Germany on the battlefield, even though it had happened so many times before. This time, however, he felt something bad was going to happen.
"Germany!" Italy yelled, tears welling up in his eyes. It had only been a few days since he and Germany got together, and now he was going off to fight. Italy stood up and ran after Germany, but tripped and fell face first into the ground. He looked back up and saw that Germany had disappeared from sight. The tears flowed out of Italy's eyes as he tried to stand up, but realized that he had twisted his ankle. Italy couldn't bare the pain he felt. Germany was leaving him alone again.
"Are you alright Italy?" a familiar voice asked. Italy looked up and saw a young man with raven hair looking at him. Italy's head dropped back to the ground as the tears fell from his face. The man knelt down and patted Italy's head, hoping to bring some comfort to his friend.
"J-Japan," Italy hiccuped out. "He's… He's leaving!"
"Are you talking about Germany?" Italy nodded. "He'll be back, Italy. This kind of thing has happened before."
"I know… but…" The flow of tears escaping Italy's eyes increased. "I feel that something bad is going to happen!" Japan's face held concern for his dear friend and felt as though he might cry as well. He didn't know what to do or even how to help. He had never been in love before and he thought, no matter what he did, he could never give good enough advice that would help him out. All he could do was watch as he cried his eyes out with agony.
Yeah, it's short! I know! But it's only the prologue, so I kind of expected it to be short! Hope you look forward to the next chapter.