The Song of the Nightingale

Chapter Two:

I was jostled awake by the sound of banging...And from what I could tell...It was coming from the front entrance.

Damn it all...

I thought, panicking.

Is it possible that Ludwig knows I'm here?

I anxiously stood up from my seat and stared out the window.

Bloody hell...

I cursed to myself, the morning light streaming in through the glass.

I quickly ran to shut the drapes, enveloping the room in darkness once more.

I scrambled to the bedroom door, bolting it locked as I went.

I froze, as I heard footsteps echo amongst the corridor.

Bullocks!!!

I grabbed my hair in frustration, and practically jumped over to Francis.

"Oi!" I whispered in his ear, gently smacking the side of his face. "Wake up...I think Ludwig is here!" I pleaded to him with no avail.

"Francis you git!" I whined at the sleeping man. "Are you even listening to m..." I yelped as he suddenly reached over, pulling me to his side. He wrapped his arms around me in his slumber, causing me to curse vulgarly at his unconscious form. He then proceeded to nuzzle his nose in the crook of my neck for good measure...All the time while I was attempting to push him off of me. Yet alas, even in his weakened form...He was stronger than I was.

I ceased from shoving Francis when I watched the door handle start to wiggle.

Oh God!

I prayed.

Please don't let him have a key!!

Sadly for me...The intruder did.

What to do, what to do?!

I thought frantically.

I have to hide...but where?

I looked over my shoulder at the man currently holding me...and then down at the duvet that covered us.

With a roll of my eyes, I reluctantly dove under the covers as the door clicked open.

Two voices soon spoke up...And in French none-the-less. Thankfully for me...I was fluent in Frog.

"Is he asleep?" One man asked.

"Of course he is, Charles..." Another responded.

"Well then where do we put the battle plans?" The first man asked. "We can't just ask him...And we have direct orders to avoid leaving them unattended."

"Think of something quickly...We have other rounds to make."

Battle plans...Deliveries...and who the devil is Charles?!

I thought before the voices piped up again.

"It's already half past nine...I'm sure he won't mind if we wake him. He never stays in this late, anyways." Charles suggested languidly.

"It's worth a try...but if Mr. Bonnefoy becomes mad...You're taking responsibility." The other added abruptly

The next thing I knew...The sheets were being torn off of the two of us.

My face paled, and I suddenly realized how compromising my position must have looked.

I flashed the pair a toothy grin as my face heated up.

"Ah! Good day gentlemen! I see you're here about the battle strategies, aren't you?" I announced, my voice cracking on almost every word. "If you don't mind...I think Mr. Bonnefoy would be just fine with you setting it on his kitchen table....If that's all... Have a wonderful afternoon, lads!"

It was at this point where the two resistance fighters turned to each other and silently retreated to the hallway. As soon as front door clicked...A twin set of howling laughter was audible. I swore I had never been so embarrassed in my entire life.

I hastily sat up to exit the room, but a pair of arms and a whimpering sickly Frenchman seemed to have other ideas. I admitted my defeat, sucked up my pride, and folded my arms across my chest, allowing the taller man curl up next to me.