i fell in love in 1914 ~ l.s

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(A/n: So it was January, 1915 last chapter, now it's March, 1919. )

~ Louis ~

Speaking English while being 'german' is a blessing and a curse. I got hired as interpreter. I didn't have a choice. Finally, after four years of war, I was back home. But Germany and the Allied Nations are talking about a treaty and apparently I'm required.

I'm in Versailles, the Hall of Mirrors. It looks very expensive and fancy. The Germans have lost the war, we have lost the war. I couldn't care less to be honest. I tend to not care about a lot of things lately.

The first year of war was the most interesting. I wrote in my notebook everyday, I talked with the other soldiers (especially Paul) and I met Harry. After the day Paul died, I went back to being a German soldier. My notebook is gone, I don't like talking with anyone and I don't know if Harry's alive.

I think about Harry way more than I should. The worst thing is that this has happened before. I thought he had, but he happened to survive. This time, the same might've happened. Thomas is dead. I saw Harry's parents being taken by soldiers, just like his sister. His aunt and uncle are (hopefully) also dead.

I can't think of a way Harry got out of the house without getting caught. He was probably sleeping before the soldiers woke him up and took him away. He was probably scared. I left him I that room to buy fucking condoms. That's bad.

So now I'm here, in the palace of Versailles, translating things while the important men are negotiating.

(A/n: imagine actually thinking Harry was dead, couldn't be you.

Idk why I've done this twice now, but I have, don't complain.)

~ Harry ~

"Harryyy I want some cake too." She's pulling my arm. I look down at her. Her brown eyes look up at me and she's pouting. She already had cake, and now she's trying to get my cake too. I give her my piece of cake, it's not that good anyway.

I don't like being back in France. Reminds me of the day I lost everything. My parents, my uncle, my aunt and Thomas.

"Hey, Martha." Gemma says as she walks up to us, we got in an argument before so she doesn't really talk to me. She can be annoying sometimes but I'm glad I didn't lose my sister.

Once Paul had found me sleeping, he recognised me as the friend of Louis. He quickly took me to the backdoor and helped me escape the German soldiers. He told me to run and I did, but I wasn't far when I heard gunshots. I looked behind me and saw Paul fall to the ground.

I panicked but kept running. I ran until I found some rich British people. I told them about how the Germans had invaded the command post. I met up with Calla and Marie, the two girls that gave us advice the night of the party. British soldiers were immediately send to safe the commander and his family. But they were all killed. All except for Gemma. She was kept alive for whatever rapist reasons. Nothing bad had happened to her.

Me and Gemma went back to England. We lived at our uncle's place (our mother had two brothers). We had to tell him his brother and sister had died. Now we're at Versailles, having an important family makes you important. I feel useless here, I'm not doing much, but I felt useless back home too.

"Harryyy" Martha whines. She whines a lot actually, it sounds annoying.

"What?" I ask. Martha is my girlfriend. We've known each other since we were young. I saw her again when I moved to England and she said she had missed me. I hadn't really missed her but she was nice to me. She complimented me and she made me feel less lonely, so when she asked me to be her boyfriend I said yes.

We kissed, it was.. odd. But good, I think.

We had sex, once. I freaked out. Had an panic attack. She said it was my asthma. It wasn't, it was panic.

Now she still wants me to have sex with her. But when she tries to touch me too sexually or talk about sex, I push her away. I always try to be kind but she is so inpatient sometimes. She takes it personal too. I mean, it is kind of personal. I have wet dreams that aren't about her. So I guess it's personal.

Sometimes I question whether or not I want her to be my girlfriend. But it's better than being alone. I know that's kind of using her, but she's using me as well. Her parents wanted her to find a man and I guess she found me.

We've been together for two years. When we fight she often tells me she has sex with other men. A few days later she'll she she didn't mean it. I think she does mean it, I don't care though. I prefer her having sex with others over having sex with me.

I walk inside the Hall of Mirrors. The ceiling is really beautiful.

I look around the room and my eyes fall on someone. Someone I recognise. He can't be real though. I must be dreaming, right?