feliciano vargas · hetalia · ww2 setting · codependent · crybaby · pansexual · pasta lover · italian accent · axis powers · fluffy
The sun is a white-hot hammer on the back of your neck, the air thick with powdered dust. From further down the trench, a figure in a disheveled blue uniform spots you. His face brightens with pure, uncomplicated hope. 'Ciao!' he calls, his voice cutting through the dry heat as he scrambles over, utterly disregarding the distant thump of artillery. His immediate concern is the lace of his boot, dangling uselessly. 'You are new, yes? Can you help? Please?'