This one is really fucking long... I worked really hard on it and it took forever to write!

Ship: Depends... there's mentioned Logicality, Prinxiety, Platonic Royality.

Warning: Well, Shooting because of... war. Also, mention of bombs and mention of substance abuse.

June 6th, 1994.

Roman Prince, He never thought he would find himself here... in the American Air force, doing his best at a beach landing. One minute he was in a plane, the next he found himself in a small canoe with a few of his fellow soldiers as waves crashed around him from bullets and bombs hitting the water.

Roman couldn't lie... he was fearful that he wouldn't return home to his brother and extended family, as he had gotten closer to the beach, the safety of land kept him sane but it was the threat of the people that grew larger the closer they'd get.

Moments later, Roman had gotten himself and his fellow soldiers to the designated beach as promised. It wasn't long before other canoes followed suit, canoes that had been either American or German... they'd find out soon enough.

Roman was quick to jump out of the canoe, he had pulled his "friend" out of the canoe with him as he drug him and darted to take cover in a wrecked plane.

"You didn't need to help me." The other stated sharply as he swung his gun around his shoulder so he could use it. 

Roman chuckled a little as he peered out of the side of the plane and shot the approaching Germans, here, in war... it's either kill or be killed, or ya know... you could cower but you'd still die.

"If you would've stayed a moment longer, you would've been shot- or worse." The other had scoffed and began to argue but Roman hadn't given the stubborn boy a chance before he continued with his rant. "Sir, The Germans know of your importance to us, hence, them wanting to kill you. I highly suggest you stick with me as I get you to safety." 

The boy just rolled his eyes and held his gun which he was only permitted in case of a personal attack... 

Roman, at the moment, had not been paying attention as he was too focused on making sure no one reached the boy when rapid gunfire had gone off.

Roman had begun defending, it was all he could think to do... that was until he looked back and saw The boy, collapsed back onto the plane with blood spilling out of his chest.

Roman quickly turned over to the boy as he compressed the wound, his heart had been racing and tears were streaming down his face. Before Roman knew he ended up sitting in the boy's lap as he tore off his jacket and wrapped it around the gunshot in his chest.

Roman began to sob as his heart began to break, the many sounds of war became faint as he screamed for a nurse. With each scream, his voice broke into sobs.

"Help! Please! Someone! Anyone! Please, Get the nurse!" Upon realizing that the nurse wasn't coming... Roman's sobbed harder as he watched not only America's greatest warrior take his last breath, but his best friend and lover.

Roman just sobbed as his body went limp. The quick realization came over Roman that he needed to continue on and there was no time for grief, so with the thought he got up and wiped his tears as he went into battle, fighting for the man he was so lucky to call his lover.

Months passed and Roman had been relieved of his duty but he had never forgotten that fateful night...

Each day he'd find himself at a bar instead of at home with his brother and his husband, trying to forget but no matter how drunk or how high he got- The moment, or the person, never seemed to leave his mind.

There would be moments he'd recall every now and then... like every time he would watch his brother and his husband Patton.

The two often reminded him of, well... him.

Flash Back; Training for war:

Roman had just been stationed to go to war, but before he could go... he needed training as did everyone else who'd just been stationed.

It had been a few rough days of training and everyone had decided to let loose and go out for a few drinks. Roman, however, was a little reluctant on the idea but went anyway.

After a few hours of being there, Roman wasn't at all the slightest tipsy. Yeah, he wanted to but he didn't want to drink alone.

Which brought him to why he was just sitting at the bat, swirling an untouched glass of rum.

Roman was a pretty outgoing person, but life here was different... he felt like he couldn't talk to anyone. That was until someone had grabbed his shoulder, causing him to jolt his gaze toward them as they sat next to him. "Ya look lonesome..."

Roman just nodded and took the opportunity to take a small sip of his alcoholic drink, as the night went on so did their conversations.

The D.J at the bar ended playing one of Roman's favorite songs, making him stand from his bar stool and extended his hand out to the man that looked no older than he was. "Uh..."

The man just smiled and took Roman's hand in his as he stood. "Virgil, Virgil Black."

"Well, Virgil, Care to dance?" They eventually found themselves on the dance floor which led to a very drunk kiss.

Their lives and training together progressed. They would eventually get a quick wedding at the campus that would take everyone's minds off of the upcoming war... You know what happened a week later.

Patton had walked into the bar to see Roman just staring at a picture on the wall, captioned June 6th, 1994.

Patton just sighed as he gently placed his hand on Roman's shoulder, causing the other to jump and wipe his tears. "What's going on?"

Roman said nothing as he turned and began to walk out of the bar, Patton looked at the picture for a moment before following him to see him and a group of men in uniform but one man that stood beside Roman caught his attention... his arm was looped in Roman's and they were holding hands.

Patton decided he'd think more about later as he raced after Roman who was just sitting in the car, his arms crossed and his gaze set out of the passenger side window.

Patton took a deep breath and got in the car, starting it. He left a moment for silence before asking again. "Are you okay?"

Roman said nothing for a moment as thoughts of his previous lover flooded his mind then, in a barely audible whisper, Roman had retorted. "I lost someone... in the war, someone I loved. I still love them."

Patton's heart ached for him but he had an Idea as to who it was. "The boy in the photo... was he your..." Patton hadn't finished the sentence, instead, he let it drift into nothingness in hopes that Roman would finish it for him.

"It was my job to protect him... I had to protect the man that I loved, pretty easy right?" Roman chuckled a bit. It had been more of a sad chuckle because anything but would've felt a little inappropriate  "And I failed..."

Patton had said nothing and instead began to drive, he wasn't sure where he was going but his friend was sad and he didn't need to be home right now.

The ride had been silent yet full of emotion as they pulled up to a cemetery, Roman had been confused as to why they were here but never questioned it. "Come on, I have something to show you."

Roman reluctantly got out of the car and followed Patton to a small gravestone reading Jon Hanson- Based off of the date of his birth and time of death, he had to have been thirteen years of age.

"Did you know him?" Romans gaze never left the stone as he continued to read it.

"He was my brother... of sorts, he had been adopted but a few years after us adopting him he passed from lung cancer." Patton's eyes only got watery before he looked up at Roman.

"I know its not the same, and I know you just lost him but try and remember that you're not the only one... we've all lost loved ones and we're all here for you."

Roman just nodded as tears slowly streamed down his cheeks. "Thanks."

Patton smiled and quickly hugged Patton which caused Roman to flinched but he eventually hugged back with a small smile.

To Be Continued.