AEIOU's Dream

It suddenly occurred to him that he had never seriously confessed to the young master! — Gilbert

With the flames of war and the smoke of gunpowder, this melee, which Winston Churchill hailed as "the real First World War", almost changed the direction of the entire Europe/Romania/Pakistan.

The brave equestrian people raided the enemy army that "took away important places". Elizabeth had no intention of showing mercy, as if she wanted to sway all the enthusiasm in this life on this hot land.

"Take back the important place! Fight for Her Majesty! Fight for chivalry!" The loud shouts and the sound of horses resounded throughout the world, and the battle was fiercely advancing to the unknown future, and no one knew who would win the battle.

"France/France/Spain will always be your dearest ally."

"Please let me go south to help you."

The allied forces of France and Russia couldn't wait to join the melee, and at the same time ushered in the joint fight between Britain and Pu.

"Gilbert..." Among the ruined walls, Gilbert seemed to hear a familiar voice calling his name.

"Gilbert..." He turned his head slowly, and saw that clear figure under the setting sun.

What should he say?

'Say I love you, or miss you? '

The young master, whom he missed day and night, raised his flintlock musket indifferently. He remembered that gun—it was a souvenir left over from the war that beat the rotten Sith when he joined forces with the young master for the first time. ——The smooth barrel reflects the opponent's decisive eyes, and the traces of the opponent's careful wiping can also be seen.

'Bastard, why did you keep it until now with such a face of indifference...and wipe it so carefully and repeatedly! '

Roderich slowly grasped the flintlock musket that both of them were familiar with, and aimed at the former ally and current enemy in the twilight distorted by the fire.

With a "bang", the goshawks were startled.

Gilbert closed his eyes: "Is my uncle's life going to end with this bullet?" '

In a trance, he thought of the rabbit puppet on the bookshelf, and he hadn't had time to wash it with clean water before leaving.That poor guy is going to get dirty again.

'Sure enough, without this uncle, your rabbit would be miserable, young master!Besides me, who else would treat it so kindly... Hmph, if it dies like this, I haven't even asked you for a storage fee!and……'

It suddenly occurred to him that he had never seriously confessed to the young master!

As if he wanted to take another look at that figure before dying, he still opened his eyes.

'It's strange, my uncle can't feel the pain anymore?Is it because he is about to die, so that he is unconscious from the pain? '

With scarlet eyes he watched the world, the world he was about to leave.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of bullets falling to the ground, which was so clear and pleasant amidst the sound of colliding weapons.

That figure had disappeared from his sight, just when he closed his eyes in a daze.

'What?Trick me! '

He had forgotten, even if he was shot, how could he die so easily as a country.For Roderich, whether he hit the opponent or not, it was just a vent of anger.

He rushed forward, wanting to grab the guy and scold him, but he just remembered Roderich's calm and hateful eyes when he shot.

"Apu!" It was the voice of the boss.

Hearing that his boss seemed to have been injured in the battle, he could only leave in a hurry.

The bright sunset glow distorts the bright colors in the burning smell of gunpowder, and gradually turns black in the turbid air.

He didn't know how many people he had killed and how many bones he had stepped under his feet. As a country, no one could escape the bloody fate.

And in the fierce battle, he was still persistently chasing that figure.

Not far away, he heard the hoarse shout of the young master—the sour voice like an old cello: "Fight for Her Majesty the Queen!!"

Gilbert was confused by the crowded battlefield, but subconsciously walked towards the young master.He wanted to call that person's name, but found that his mouth was full of bloody rust: "Rod... Rich..."

The call was drowned out by shouts of killing.

Gilbert was a little discouraged. Looking at the distance between the two, with his own voice, how could he be discovered by the young master.

"Rod... Rich!" He raised his voice, blood dripped from his mouth, and fell on the desolate scorched earth.

Roderich seemed to have sensed something, and subconsciously looked in his direction, only to find the man who was almost stained red with blood.At this moment, Roderich could no longer see the color of his hair, because the place that should have been silver had become as scarlet as his pupils.

Gilbert's bright red figure was deeply engraved in his violet eyes, standing on the scorched earth like a god of war.

For some reason, Roderich jumped off his horse and rushed in.In the chaotic torrent of people, he saw Gilbert crack a smile.He was a little scared—maybe the other party would die here—but wasn't this exactly what he wanted?

"Gilbert!" he wanted to ask him, Mr. Stupid, why did he come here alone?Why did you come here to find him?Obviously I let you go last time, why did you come here to die?

In the flames, Gilbert hugged him, but he didn't let go, even though Gilbert held him tightly with brute force.

He asked in a low voice: "What exactly do you want?" He finally asked this question, and he wanted to ask it during the Spanish/Spanish/Historic Succession War, but he never said it... He still remembers that person I once casually said that I want to have a 'Ming Media is taking the identity of Roderich'... What a joke!

Gilbert half-opened his eyes, and grabbed his collar with his hands: "My uncle... I want a strength that can be used by the media to take you... Young master, I like you!"

The answer this time was slightly different from last time, but it was still the answer that made him helpless.He really wanted to reply, "Are you kidding me!" or to slap this rookie directly like last time, but when he heard Gilbert's serious tone and saw his firm eyes, he couldn't understand why. Doubt again.

He seemed to understand why Gilbert could always find himself when he was lost when he was a child, why Gilbert always dangled in front of him to provoke him when he was a little older, why would he stand in front of the church for Wearing the crown with your own hands and swearing eternal allegiance, why did you say such unbelievable things during the Spanish/Spanish/Hispanic Succession War...

"Mr. Big Stupid."

"Damn it, who are you talking about!"

"Of course it's you... maybe, and me..."

But what's the use of knowing it?

They are nations ... without such cowardly feelings.

Even if there is a so-called love between them, it is impossible for him to tolerate the other party's violation of his territory in the name of love and hinder Austria/land/Li's progress. Reasons like 'I want a job that will allow the media to take your strength'... can't stop the war between them.

"Give up...it's impossible for me to like you."

Roderich felt that the opponent's force on him was getting stronger and stronger, as if he was going to break his waist.

"Heh!" Gilbert chuckled, and lowered his head to bury himself in Roderich's arms.

With a sharp sound, the sharp sword pierced his body.

He opened his eyes wide, looking into the other's scarlet eyes.

"Little master...Little master...I don't want to let go! Let's die together..."

That full of love, whisper.

The eyes that looked at each other affectionately.

Roderich seemed a little confused again.Why did Gilbert keep saying that he liked him, but wanted to invade his territory and crush his pride?

In fact, it's just like he did to Gilbert—he kept saying he hated him, but he kept tolerating his provocations, deliberately ignoring his intentions... and the bullet that missed...

In this way, the two big idiots embraced each other and fell into the flames of war.

☆, seize the hope of becoming stronger