Three Years Later...
I was nearly there, and to make things better, Winston had sent troops with me.
The coastlines were ravaged from fighting.
Alfred's brilliant decoy plan had served its purpose; Ludwig never saw us coming.
I had been scouring the area for Francis. However, no luck had come to me yet.
I paused near a cliff face when I heard a rattling from inside it.
I turned a corner to see a rusted, bolted, metal shack. I blinked.
Pulling out my pistol, I shot through the lock.
I busted through the door, stumbling into the mysterious darkness....Wholly unprepared for what awaited me on the other side.
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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...
