Before The War Starts (FrUK)

Chapter twenty-four

April 1, 1945
"ARTHUR!!! THEY NEED MORE SUPPLIES ON THE EAST SIDE."
"I AM ON IT!" I yelled. I put on my medic pack and scrunched down, running so bullets would not hit me. I held bullets in one hand and guns in the other. The enemy was putting up a fight, and we did not want to lose. Luckily the soldiers that were promised came in.
"BOOOOOM!!!!" Force pushed me down. A grenade had gone off, and the blast's force pushed me against the dirt walls. I was relieved to have been alive but I had to get up and go.

I felt a sharp pain in my arm as I ran and saw I had a cut. It needed to be cleaned before it got infected. Once I give them supplies, I will patch myself up. I continued to run when I saw men waving at me to come to them. "Here! The stuff you needed," I breathed out tired. "You're bleeding pretty bad, do you need help with that?" Someone speaking French  picked up my arm, looking at it. "No it is fine, I can handle it, I am the medic after all" I laughed.

I wiped my face of dirt and sweat and lifted my head from where I was to try and look at the person. "Here let me help," I could not see his face. He kept looking down at my wound. "No, it is quite alright; I can handle it," I pulled my arm away from him.....and we finally looked at each other. My eyes widened at the sight. Complete silence came as everything was blocked out from behind me. His eyes, his hair....it all reminded me of him. "Francis?...." I stepped back. However, that didn't stop the staring we continued to do.

He fell to his knees as he took off his helmet. "What are you doing? Put that back on!" I yelled. I quickly rushed to him and forced him to put it back on. "Arthur? Is it really you? I am not dreaming?" He whispered. "Look at me; you need to snap out of it, we are at war," I lifted his face to look at me. Yet he would not snap out of it.  "I thought you died!" He pushed me away, and I felt so shocked. "I thought you did too!" I answered back.

"Arthur!!! Bullets, please," people came to me, and I quickly supplied them with what they needed. I rushed to Francis and forced him to look at me. "Francis....please, snap out of it. I have waited too long for this, and I do not want it to be taken from me by your stupidity," I was trying to hold tears back. My arm was worse and I needed to patch myself. I pulled Francis to the ground with me and covered him as I tried to patch myself up from the cut. "Snap out of it, please; I am real, I promise."

He looked at me and started to cry. "I saw your name....on the list of deceased," he whispered. My eyes widened, and I shook my head. "No, that must have been someone else. I am still here. You see me; you can feel me," I grabbed his hand and put it on my cheek. "See, real as ever, now please snap out of it," I begged. There was an explosion that made me duck down once more to cover Francis. Once Francis saw how I almost got hurt once again, he stood up quickly, picking his gun up.

He was firing out into the battlefield. By the sounds, I could tell he was hitting many people with no problem. "Let's go," he said, pulling me with him. I followed him anyway. We passed a lot of people who were equally fighting as hard as Francis was. He led me to a part of the trench that was covered. We sat in there for a good minute, breathing heavily, and another five minutes staring at each other. The candles in the room lit us up more to where we were definitely recognizable to the eyes of each other.

"I am so happy you are alive, the letters, they had stopped, and the invasion, it was hard to find you in millions of soldiers," I started. He sat back in his seat and lovingly looked at me. "I was one of the last people to have been evacuated when France was taken," my eyes widened at what he said. If I would have stayed a couple more days, I would have seen him. "I left to fight a few days after the first evacuation," I explained. He nodded as if he knew.

"I found out you left, but after a year...when I saw your name on the list. I thought you did die," he explained, and I finally understood. "Well, I am alive as ever..." I laughed. He then looked at me seriously again. "what is it?" I asked. "I know we just arrived, but I have orders to leave to another front tomorrow..." his words shattered my heart. Just when I thought I was finally able to be with him again. "Hey, do not worry, the war is almost over; I just know it. Once it is....we can go back home, together."

I smiled at the thought, nodding. "Yes, that would be amazing," I said with joy. "I promise you; I will see you once the war is over."
"Is that a date?" I laughed. He smiled at my joke, then nodded. "Yes, it is, by the tower at 20:00?" He suggested. I nodded. "At least by October....15, of course" I smiled. "Seven years together with you never sounded so blissful and sweet. I can not wait for it" he smiled in a goofy manner.    I stood up from my seat and walked over toward him. "I love you" I quickly kissed him on the lips. "I love you too, darling."

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