Begin Again (FRUK)

Prolouge

The Englishman sobbed as the sword was driven out from his body. Blood was gushing from the wound and all over the dirty field.

Even through there was a battle going on around him, everything seemed to stop. His cheeks were grabbed android head was lifted by the man who had injured him.

"Ahhh, pauvres Arthur," the lean, French man said with a malicious smile. "Doesn't feel so good, does it?"

With a quick swivel of an arm, Arthur was sent crashing to the floor, landing with a thud.

"Next time think before you take someone I love, salope." The Frenchman's words were bitter, cold, and harsh, like he was speaking about a pile of manure.

And that's how Francis felt about Arthur. He detested him, because only years before him and his people had slain Joan of Arc. He had loved her. But Arthur took her away from him.

He thought it a shame that countries can't die until the actual country collapses. He wanted to finish Arthur off right then and there. All he could do was cause him suffering, and he wanted the English man to suffer ten times worse than he did.

A loud fanfare interrupted the little "moment" the two where having. Francis thrust the bloody sword into his belt at hearing the announcement the French army had won the battle that had been happening all around them, at Castillon-la-Bataille.