Привет, welcome to Roses on the Battlefield A story about forbidden love between opposing soldiers in World War 2 and gay plane boys. created by Luka and @crazykalii Warning : blood , death , (the original has cursing, but thisis the scratchified version) , antisemitism , yknow, all that stuff. It's ww2, what’d you expect?? no I don't condone the actions. historical fictionbro July 3, 1942 Mia Ludwig was supposed to be manning the radio. It's where she is assigned. The job is safe and keeps her out of harm's way. Perfect assignment for an easily startled little girl prone to panic attacks under pressure. This mission is supposed to go as planned… That is, until she found herself in front of her brother, shooting down a Soviet soldier who had pinned him down. It must have been adrenaline, or the rush of emotions seeing her brother almost die, but something in her shifted, causing her to jump into the battlefield she was forbidden from joining. Idiot Idiot What the hell are you doing Her consciousness screams at her. Her brother is safe- that much is true. But the constant gunfire ringing out, the cold steel in her hands, the bleeding, lifeless body in front of her- it was too much to bear. Her knees buckle beneath her. She stumbles, reaching out for someone, anyone that could help her. Her hands fill with a soft warmth. A friendly-looking woman with a face laced with concern. She goes limp as this potential guardian angel rescues her, taking her away from the sounds, the unholy cacophony that overlaps and overwhelms. When Mia woke, she was in a camp of sorts. There was nobody else around, but she had a jacket tucked over her. The jacket had Soviet insignia on the sleeve. The enemy has taken her. She looks around and sees a woman approaching her, carrying a steaming bowl. “Hey, love, you’re awake. How was your sleep?” She speaks in a thick Russian accent. The woman was about Mia’s height and looked the same age. Her brunette hair was tied haphazardly in a side ponytail, and her bangs were clipped back with a small silver hairclip. She had this fiery aura to her that undeniably drew the dazed blonde in. Mia’s eyes widen, her gut saying this is wrong. Hours of training run through her head, this could be a trap, but.. The woman doesn’t seem to mean her any harm, and isn’t this the one who saved her from the front lines? Mia doesn’t respond; instead, she sits up in a guarded position in case this strange woman tries to attack. “Easy. I don't mean harm. I’m Natalya, and you are?” Natalya chuckles, looking fondly at the scared woman. “My name is Mia.” She attempts to speak authoritatively, trying to hide how terrifying this Soviet woman was to her. Mia was trying to appear intimidating, but Natalya only looked at her as if amused. Mia eventually calmed down and was able to eat a bit. They ate in silence. Neither of them wanted to strike up a casual conversation. Eventually, Natalya breaks the stillness. “You’re a Nazi, aren't you?” Mia looks up, nodding. “Yes ma’am..” The brown-haired woman’s confident smile turned serious. “I want you to know that I saved you out of the kindness of my heart, because I value the lives of people. You’re weak. And you and your damned country’s actions are inexcusable. Don’t mistake this for friendship, (insert Russian mean name)” Mia is stunned, but knows Natalya isn’t wrong. They are enemies, after all. This friendly exchange shouldn’t even be authorized. They’re most likely to get in trouble with their commanders when they go back. Strangely enough, there’s a slight rebellious fire within Mia. Part of her is drawn into this colorful woman.
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