Chapter 2: Questions

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François sits alone at a café in Paris, waiting on his food. The Allies were supposed to have a meeting today but Yoa and Ivan are too busy and who knows where Alfred is, probably off chasing down Nazis with his group of bastards. To be honest, François doesn't feel like having to look at Arthur for hours today. He's still bitter about him heading into battle. He never stops to enjoy things or calm down. François tried to convince him to stay and rest for today instead of immediately heading into German land right after he had lost yet another fight. It's such a pretty day and yet he didn't even acknowledge that he shouldn't be putting on his helmet.

He found it a bit annoying. Of course he was irritated with Arthur but he is more annoyed with himself. Recently François has found himself wearing bland clothes and retreating all the time. Usually he wouldn't care about how often he runs away from a fight, it's really just a battle tactic that proves to be quite efficient, but he was saving himself at the expense of Arthur. François usually wouldn't care about leaving Arthur behind, in fact, he enjoyed it. But as of late, he's been feeling something called 'guilt'. He's beginning to feel 'guilty' for leaving his ally behind.

François let out an amused scoff, never in a million years did he think he would refer to Arthur as his ally. After all their disputes and conflicts. After all their taunts and arguments. After all that they find themselves on the same side with the same enemy. François looked up at the beautiful blue sky and sighed, thinking of all the years he's known Arthur. In fact, they've known each other longer than anyone. Once again, that question that taunted François came into mind. Why waste all those years fighting if we know each other better than anyone else? He didn't mind that question very much. He found it fun to think about, fun to ponder the status quo. Question what he knew. 

But then the question that François tried to avoid popped in his head, again. 

Why do I keep abandoning him?

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