2 Years Later...
"Dammit, Winston! What the hell are you trying to say to me?" My face was best red.
"Calm down, lad." He said.
"No! I will not calm down..."
I growled icily through gritted teeth.
"Now tell me what you mean by 'captured'?"
A sigh rang out.
"Germany has taken France. He no longer resides in his home. We have no clear idea of where he is, other than from whispers on the streets."
My face paled. I hastily strode over to my boss.
"Where are they holding him?" I asked impatiently.
"It's of no importance to us, Arthur. Nothing has been validated as of yet."
"Where. Are. They. Holding. Him?" I barked, a sudden edge hanging on my voice.
My boss looked taken aback.
"The beaches of Normandy." He stated.
I practically ran to the storm door.
"Where are you going?" Winston yelled after me.
I turned around before sprinting out into the daylight.
"To save the man I love." I chided promptly.
YOU ARE READING
The Song of the Nightingale
FanfictionWhen Arthur hears that the French government has signed a peace treaty that gives Italy and Nazi Germany control over more than half of their country's territory, he rushes to locate Francis. Can romance be found in the ruins of the City of Love, or...
