Feliciano plucked a sprig of rosemary and pressed it into Ludwig's jacket buttonhole next to the lily. "And there's rosmarino."
"That's for remembrance," said Ludwig. Feliciano blinked quizzically. "It's from Shakespeare. Hamlet," Ludwig explained.
"Oh!" said Feliciano in understanding. "Yes, Grandpa read that to us a few times. 'Pray you, love, remember.'" He smiled wistfully. Grandpa always used to read him and Lovino English stories… back before the war started and there were too many more important things to do. "Well there you are, Ludwig, now you will not forget me!"
Excerpt from Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart [link] by the amazing and talented
Oh and its yaoi by the way, so if you're uncomfortable with it I wouldn't advise you to click on the link But other than that, its a really good read, especially if you're a WWII nerd (like me) with a dash of bittersweet romance (and that is as common as fish in those days).
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