Be Well, My Darling (Fruk)

19

January 16, 1917

I had been messing with the telegram, trying to listen into Germany's communication. "Yes..." it started. I was surrounded by my people, waiting for me, hoping I would be able to obtain any new information. "I'm not sure..." another voice spoke. It was a woman, and I assume Germany was speaking. "Please...we will..." it kept cutting off, but I was determined to listen into the conversation.

Then suddenly...

I was able to...

"Ms. Mexico...I know you don't want to hear from me, but I need your help. If this warfare keeps up, England and France may win this war. However, you are closer to America than anyone else. He is still sending them supplies and is their big contributor. I promise you, if you invade Mr. America, given more supplies and troops within time. I will ensure that all the land lost, especially Texas, will be returned to you..."

My eyes widened hearing what was said, and everyone looked at me interested. "Mr. Germany, I'm sorry but I can not join you in this fight. I'd rather stay out of it. I understand I may have a grudge, but it is a petty one from years ago. America and I have differences, but I care for him...I wouldn't be able to help," she spoke. My eyes widened, and I felt my jaw drop—the way she said that almost sounded like a love confession.

"Then, I'm sorry you are scared of him; good day," Germany spoke. The message ended, and I immediately stopped listening in. I turned off the radio, standing up. "What's happened? Is everything alright?" My people asked. I stayed silent, staring at everyone. They all stared at me, waiting for an answer.

I knew what to do, but I couldn't do it alone. "Please...bring Mr. France to me; we will go to America today..."

~~~~~ A/N Bare with me, but this song is not from the time period, but I see this playing.

"How do you know he will be here?" Francis asked. I checked my watch for the time. It was around the time he would be here. "Because...I've hired people to keep tabs on him for me," I admitted. His eyes widened, looking at me, but I kept a straight face. "You what?" he asked. I grabbed his hand gently, pulling him through the doors.

A country-sounding song was playing in the back. We were in Texas, so it made sense for this type of music to play. The Saloon was filled with many people, Americans. They all laughed and talked to each other, and it honestly made my heart warm. I was seeing Americans do American things. These western cowboys and southern belles it was magnificent.

"Okay, where is he?" Francis asked. He looked around the Saloon, shocked and impressed. Many couples danced together to the music, and I did my best to pull Francis out of the way of these lively Americans.

"He has to be here...my sources say he visits this Saloon every Thursday. He has been living in Texas for the past two years; I doubt his schedule changed," I spoke. We continued to walk, and I began to hear a familiar voice. His voice...the voice I had not heard in a long time.

"And I told that Limey, "If you can't pay the tax, don't bother stepping foot in Texas!" Those guys should know better by now, but I guess they never learn, am I right? They complain about taxes now but were fine with taxing us," He laughed. I groaned, hearing what he said. What was worse was that everyone laughed at his stupid joke. Francis and I stopped near the group of people, and he playfully nudged me.

I placed my hands on my hips, staring at him. He was facing away from us, so he had not seen me, but the people around me did. "Alfred? I see you are up to no good, as usual," I spoke. I could see how he froze in his seat, and everyone stared. Everyone looked at him, then at me, and I quickly walked before him, crossing my arms. "What are you doing here?" He asked, annoyed.