Y/N POV
Well fuck, this isn't what I was expecting. I'm currently in what I think is Belgium but it's not a pleasant adventure like I thought and was told. Should've listened to granpop Fuchs, who served in the Franco Prussian War, "war is like hell, do everything you can to avoid it." God damnit why didn't I listen to him? I'm sitting in a trench with my brother on my right and best friend on my left, and soldiers all around us. It's been a long couple months, and it's currently September 13th. I'm trying not to die, we look like idiots just standing around in a war zone. I'm pulled out of my musings by a shout.

???: FUCHS BROTHERS! ATTENTION!

My brother and I snap to attention.

Fritz: Yes sir!

Y/N: Reporting sir!

Officer: Mail call, a couple of packages from, Berlin and Munich

Fritz: Thank you sir!

Y/N: I appreciate it sir!

Officer: At ease soldiers, I just needed to get your attention

We relax, our officer is usually a hard ass, but this is a relief.

Officer: alright, Fritz you got one from, your dad in Munich

Fritz: oh fuck it's probably another Bible.

Surprisingly not, it was a revolver.

Fritz: Sweet! Something I'll actually use!

Officer: Y/N, a package from your mother in Munich, and one from, darn you got Prussian royalty sending you things, impressive.

Immediately knew who that was, Angela. She's a doll. He hands me the packages and goes on his way. I open the box from my mother first, a bottle of Cognac, some soft pretzels, some sort of cheese dip, and a small note. I tuck the note into my pocket so I can open the one Angela sent me. It was wrapped in elegant paper, fancifully decorated with the Prussian eagle and a bow. I smile, I miss her, hopefully I can take leave and visit her in Berlin sometime soon. I open the box and see a drawing, some sort of powder, and also a note.

"Dearest Y/N,

I feel my heart rip when she says her father might be preventing us from talking. As I think about what to write back with I dip my finger in the jar with powder, it was a light blue. On the jar it said "flavor mix" so I decided to try it before I mix it with anything. I put it in my mouth, and a pleasant taste fills it, a fruity, berry like flavor. I eagerly pour it into my canteen and shake it, dispersing it evenly. I sat and drank out of my canteen as we listen to the sounds of No Man's land. Soldiers screaming in pain, bombs exploding, machine guns ripping men to shreds.

Fritz: Got any cigs Y/N?

Y/N: Fritz I haven't had cigs since we left Munich for this Godforsaken place, ask the officer.

Fritz: Oh, yeah.

Soon another set of packages arrive for Fritz and I, from Granpa Fuchs. He sent us each a pipe, smoking tobacco, and a book of matches.

Fritz: How convenient.

We both light up, then I peek above my parapet carefully. I look out over the vast expanse of the field. I look and see someone that's supposed to be my enemy. A British soldier lay not 100 feet away from our trench. He had a bayonet in his gut, blood red uniform, and what's worse, he was alive. I hear him yell in desperation and pain

British soldier: HELP! PLEASE I DONT CARE WHO JUST HELP! God this hurts

My eyes start watering. Despite the war our leaders push, we are all but humans, and I feel the need to help him. I creep over to the medical area and steal a vial of morphine, and a old canteen. I pour the water from my canteen into the other one, and walk back over. I Chuck the morphine and water to the injured Brit. I call out to him.

Y/N: I'm sorry I can't do more!

The things hit him, he looks over confused before hearing my message. He smiled.

British soldier: Thank you, random German!

He uses the morphine to relieve his pain and starts to drink the water, his eyes going wide at the taste.

British soldier: Don't know what you Jerries do to your water but this tastes great!

Y/N: Flavor mix from my girlfriend in Berlin!

British soldier: I bet she's a doll

Y/N: You got a girl back home in London?

British soldier: Actually I'm from a hamlet in Dorset, it's Called Shitterton!

I burst out in laughter, getting a few odd glances

Y/N: You're joking!

British soldier: I'm not! If you ever get caught by us ask about it!

Y/N: I think you're messing with me!

British soldier: Oh listen here Jerry!

We talk for around ten minutes. We learned each other's names. His is Henry.

Henry: I've not much time left Y/N, it was nice meeting you

Y/N: I can say the same

Henry: During the next raid, can you please grab the letters out of my pocket and take them to my trench so they can be sent?

Y/N:....I can bloody well try.

Henry: heh, thank you, see you in hell friend

Y/N: See you then Henry

He fucking dies, he just died. A genuine smile on his face. I'm not gonna lie, that was a genuine moment of happiness in months of sorrow, a moment where two soldiers put aside their differences and just talked. Not bad words, not hate filled words, just, talked like old friends. Goodbye, Henry, I'll see you in hell

Chapter end