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Writing prompt 1:

The protagonists death in 4 different ways. 

1- a peaceful ,  elderly death

2- a violent death

3- all alone

4 - by their biggest fear

1) a peaceful , elderly death ( gerita )

Feli smiled as he reached over and gently placed hid hand on Ludwig's ,  who gave him a small smile.  They were in the hospital ,  Feliciano bedridden from his gol f en age and Ludwig sitting beside him ,  the worry lines less visible when Feliciano took his hand.  " soon ...." murmured the amber-eyed senior ,  sighing.  Ludwig nodded slightly ,  ice blue eyes sorrowful ad he watched over his angel ,  his Italian.  They had married fifty years before ,  these two men , raised two adopted some and met their grandchildren , accomplishing all the things they had wanted in between.  They were happy. Oh so happy.  Feli took a long ,  shuddering breath ,  his graying curl moving slightly . Ludwig stroked the act of his fans with his thumb ,  ever so gently. "  Ludwig. ..."  Feli murmured.  " ja,  mein liebe ? " Feli smiled slightly.  " you know,  I want to see your smile , you have such a pretty smile " Ludwig wiped away the glistening drops forming in the right corner of his eye,  smiling best he could.  "Ja...ja....I'm smiling Feli. ...don't you see ?  Look ,  liebe , I'm smiling for you " Feliciano grinned when he saw the smile ,  and softly cki d's ed his eyes. There was a sound beep sound ,  and Ludwig's smile didn't fade as he cried ,  clutching Feliciano's hand close . "  auf wierdesehen ,  mein italinische"

2) a violent death ( still gerita )

Feli stared at Ludwig with fear , remorse.  His lover was dying because of him . The German was being tortured got betraying Hitler to the - now traitorous -  Italians.  All because he fell on live with the young man being forced to watch all this.  This horror.  Torture.  No one would be able to endure this for such an extended amount of time.  He was being whipped , and cut with febcu b swords.  The blonde's back was ripped and bloody , and he was crying silently.  Feliciano was being held by ropes as he sag across the Germain , forced to watch.  " no...."  another cracked I'd the whip and startled cry if pain from Ludwig " no.....I....." Feliciano turned to face the soldier holding him with a determined set face.  "  if I....If I asked Toh to free him  ,  in exchange for my life ...would you do it ? "  he asked ,  voice drenched in the thick sorrow  that surrounded him.  The soldier thought for a moment ,  then nodded . "  if zat vould teach him a lesson ,  certainly "  he smirked.  The soldier torturing Ludwig stopped ,  bending down next to him and holding his chin up so he was looking straight at Feli,   at whom the Nazi soldier was now aiming a gun at . " zhi vill teach ju , Ludvig Beilschmidt "  he held the gun to the Italian boy's temple ,  ready to shoot . "  Te Amo " where the last words that escaped Feliciano's lips as the gun was fired with a deafening ringing . Ludwig let out a weak cry of " Feliciano !" Before he began to sin relentlessly as the blood popped around the Italian's head.  His love was gone. 

3) all alone

His mouth was dry.  Tongue was dry.  His send and kegs burned , as did the bullet wound in his stomach.  He wasn't in the front lines , no ,  Feliciano Vargas felt a coward ;  he'd been in the very back ,  far away from the battle as he could get. But they had attacked from behind as well ,  and even as he was running ,  Feli knew he was going to die here.  Without anyone knowing . He'd been shot in the stomach ,  instantly falling to the ground drenched in his own blood.  It burned ,  oh ,  it burned like a raging agony inside him , tearing him apart.  If he could just ....skip off for a bit .....junto that inviting field of flowers he could see in his blurring vision . Yes .....yes........Feliciano slowly closed his eyes ,  smiling as he five into the deep sleep ,  and his heart stopped beating in his chest for eternity.  Later that evening ,  a small troupe of soldiers were checking the dead for dig tags to take back to their families.  No one cried.  Until they dispersed ,  and a tall blonde spotted the reddish grown hair among the hundreds of bodies.  No. No,  it.....couldn't be....He'd been in camp just that morning ,  Ludwig knew . He could remember how he had to of hin a quick goodbye as his camp group began off for the other base.  With a deep breath , Ludwig bent down next to the figure ,  and choked back tears when he saw that it was ,  indeed ,  his small.itakian Comrade . He covered his arm with his face as he cried , but smuggled and remove it after he realized they were running out of day light.  Quick I ,  he searched for Feli's dig tag . He tugged hard when be found it ,  th r cheap chain braking it loose from Feliciano's neck . Ludwig looked down at it for a single time before skipping it Into his breast pocket ,  and continued on his way ,  turning to look and see if the boy was just plating ,  just pretending , and he would jump up ,  his usual happy self.  The thoughts torture Ludwig all through the search ,  dinner ,  and sleep .

4) by their worst fear ( again , gerita )

The bombs . The booming ,  loud bombs . They tang in Feliciano's ears ,  fear striking deep in his heart.  Ged never liked war.  Gee hated it . Why couldn't eve time just get along ?  Unfortunately , he didn't live in this fantasy peace world.  He was in the heart if the war in fact ,  and he had no chance if saving his skin.  Ludwig band up beside him , a thin Li r if sweat glistening on his forehead ad upper lip.  He gave Feli a onve-iver ,  then grabbed a spare helmet from behind him.  "  here ,  vear a helmet alt least , even if ju don't leave zhe trench "  he placed the helmet on the Italy's head gently.  " it vill keep zhat silly head of yours safe.  " Feli only nodded in response . Fear was straining in him ,  making him want to get out ,  to scream fir Ludwig . But even if he had opened his mouth,  he would never have git the chance . It was headed straight fir the south trench.  Their trench.  " listen ,  Ludwig ,  I....Te a-"  the sentence was never completed. The trench exploded ,  dirt and bits of metal were flung tree the air.  Every one in the French was killed. 

so ,  that's the first prompt !  any suggestions?  comment ,  please ! Thank you ^^