Title:The Floral Comforter
Author: Maidearest (livejournal), RawrGodzirra (FF . net)
Pairing(s): USUK, Franada, Hungary
Rating/Warnings:Allusion to sex, prostitution, non-graphic character death
Prompt: Sweethearts Week, Day 3. (I can’t remember what the prompt is. Oh dear…)
Word Count: 5,050
Summary: Alfred is stationed in England during WWII. When his friends find out about his virginity, he pressures himself into seeking the company of a prostitute for the night.
Notes: This has nothing to do with my Love is This AU. I never expected it to turn out so long… It’s probably going to be my longest one-shot yet, haha. I hope you all enjoy this depressing, self-indulgent mess of a fic. I tried to keep the details about the war vague, because I didn’t want to go in to deep with the battles and stuff. If I have offended anyone with the blatant abuse of history or anything military related, please forgive me. It was not my intention do so such. Also… I hate the ending. It was written in a bit of a rush and I apologize. :(
Alfred was a soldier. He was being trained to be fearless, brave, and heroic. The life of a soldier was dedicated to his country and his people. He wanted nothing more than to end this war and wring Hitler’s neck with his own hands. He took all of this very seriously, on and off duty.
So, why did he feel as if he were the only one?