Posle voyny. TF2 Medic/Heavy fanfic Even now that Medic had departed from this world several years ago; the haunting memory of his love simmered down to nothing but a foot note in the back of the Russian’s head. Since the German lay flat in the mud of Thunder Mountain, blood oozing from his sodden, greasy mop of salt and pepper hair Heavy still finds time to read the man's journal. The only thing he could of taken after their base was reduced to nothing but shards of wood and metal, body parts dispersed about the place where they once ate, laughed and worked.Posle voyny. TF2 Medic/Heavy fanfic by Kitterkay
The place he kissed his dear Medic, he could still taste the Pfefferminztee on his thin, defined lips.
He keeps the journal under his pillow, tucked safely around the sheets. And every night still, even after the ghastly war is over, the Russian bear will read one of this beloved Medic's journal entries.
He cannot begin to pronounce German, let alone read it.
But it's the only bit he has of his Medic.