Achilles and Patroclus, basically. But durring the second world war. In France. (I wrote this at like 1am a few months ago, so don't expect anything of this, I didn't even check any of the historic facts so I'm kinda sorry if I completely messed that up. It's not very creative either. But I guess if you're looking for some cheesy lines, Patrochilles feels and unreasonably short letters getting exchanged here you go)

Fic based off this prompt: "The prince is forced to meet a bunch of girls to find one to marry and he gets bored and flees to the kitchen to meet a serving boy his own age and they start hanging out and fall in love PLZ"