hariana drabbles

032

- Your Country Needs YOU!

Author: Me (2016)
Summary: In the early 1940s around the wake of WWII, a mechanic (Harry) struggles with his current way of living as he feels torn between settling down and wanting to fight. He soon decides to enlist in the army unbeknownst by his girlfriend (Ariana), a waitress at the local pub. Harry faces his first challenge as he now has to break the news to her that he will be shipped out the next day. The question on their mind remains: can their love stand the testament of distance and time? The fight for their love has just begun.
Tags(s): au, mechanic!harry, soldier!harry, singer!ariana, waitress!ariana, 1940s era
Author's note: Hi there! Since this one shot takes place in the 40s era I wrote in a bit of 40s language/slang and added their definitions so it'll be easier to assimilate when you come across them. I want to disclaim that the nods to the MCU you think are there are 100% references to the MCU (I'm trash™ don't hurt me) but any other information about WWII is from internet-based research. This one-shot is a work of fiction and is not intended to have relation to actual events that occurred during the time it takes place in.

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40s slang
big cheese: boss
brainchild: an idea
bender: a drinking spree
cat's meow: the best
chucklehead: unintelligent person
dame: a woman
dumb dora: stupid girl
flip(ping) your wig: over the top
gams: legs
gin mill: bar
rag cuttin': dancing *how Ariana describes soldiers when they fight*
quencher(s): cold drinks
rosies: ref. to 'rosie the riveter'
skirt chaser: playboy

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Harry felt hopeless. Every corner that he turned seemed to present the same encouraging message or others similar to it, and still he can't find it within himself to actually look at the brightly coloured posters. These posters caught the attention of onlookers, some of which Harry silently passed only to listen to their conversations of sympathy and desire to help the wartime madness without having to be on the battle field.

The smallish countryside that Harry resided in didn't have many men eager to enlist in the army. The village itself was already a particularly small portion of a small city in England. Some did leave, but not many left the country. A good handful tried their darnedest to stay in England in order to take advantage of the work opportunities that the war granted the women and children of the nation; on top of being with family and avoiding death of course.

Harry separated himself from these impediments earlier on in his life. There was no reason for him to stay in the comfort of his small town, not when he could be fighting for his country. Digging through scrap metal and occassionally drinking his youth away at the local pub wasn't enough for him. He'd been on his own since he was eighteen, and now at twenty-two he felt it was about time he'd put his life to good use.

Harry didn't have an incessant desire to kill. He saw himself to be the farthest thing away from a killer. It was a fact that Harry didn't like bullies. He's faced a few in his lifetime. It didn't matter if where they were from. He took it upon himself to look after the little guys against bullies; that was his motto. From a young age Harry learned that for every person who aren't given a voice, he'd be the forerunner, and for his country he wanted to be exactly that.

If only his heart could stand by his words Harry wouldn't be in the predicament he was in now. How was he supposed to know that in just a few short months of turning eighteen he'd meet her; his only reason for not enlisting for the army, his peace of mind.

Ariana, a young waitress who he met during one of his many visits to the local pub, was nothing special. She wasn't dirt-rich like some of the women he's seen on the city streets, she wasn't anything like the models he's seen on posters, and she didn't favour the likes of motherhood at all like most of the women here. At her age Harry expected her to already be wed off to someone, but to his surprise she had other aspirations in mind instead of a ring on her finger.