"Mon amour, I would be…" The Frenchman's eyes widened at the familiar click of a gun behind him. Sweat began to bead across his forehead, as cold feel of a barrel pressed against the back of his skull. He dared not move nor part his gaze from Arthur's eyes in case they were the last visage he would ever gaze upon.
"I fear your union will be unacceptable and irrelevant at this point. Marshal Pétain has just accepted an armistice with Mein Führer. I'm afraid, you've lost." The ice blue gaze of Germany pierced both men, causing visible tremble of rage from the kneeling blond.
"Don't think for a moment you krauts have won. France will be free, again"
"Nein, you are now German conquest. Get up! I have orders to keep an eye on you." Ludwig turned his gaze towards the shocked Englishman, "bruder, take care of our other guest."
"No problem, West, old Iggy and I go way back," the red eyed Prussian placed his hands on Arthur's shoulders. "Leave him to me and drag the Frenchie back to camp."
The only response was a grunt from the younger blond, as he shoved Francis ahead of him. Arthur could only stare as Francis was forced away from him. Ever instinct was telling him to get away, but his heart felt as though it'd been ripped from his chest.
Even as he felt those firm hands upon his shoulders, he jerked away cupping his hands to his mouth. "I'll be back for you! I promise I won't give up, until France is free!" Arthur thought he saw Francis glance back, but he couldn't be sure with the tears blurring his vision.
"Ballsy move, Iggy, I see you still have that fire. How about joining the winning team? You know we've worked well together in the past." Gilbert smirked, as he leaned in to whisper in the shorter male's ear, "it'd make those nights a little livelier."
Arthur bristled, before elbowing the Prussian behind him. "Leave it for the history books, bastard." He stomped off, leaving Gilbert wheezing. First things first, he needed to talk to his Prime Minister, make a few calls and take a shower to remove the stench of German on him. Then he had a promise to keep.
Perfect. Perfect Perfect. Everything was absolutely perfect! I didn't think it'd be possible to keep England & France in-character for this request, but you pulled that off wonderfully, especially for the proposal scene. And I also got the bittersweet ending I asked for:
"He dared not move nor part his gaze from Arthur's eyes in case they were the last visage he would ever gaze upon." I loved this line in particular. It just broke my heart~
And oddly enough, I also liked the interaction with Ludwig and Gilbert. They were wonderfully in-character too (Oh, Gilbert. You sooo deserved that.)
Anyway, thanks so much for the amazing fill, author!anon. You just made my night.
I have to admit to being one of those who doubted if it was possible to keep the characters while doing this, but you managed quiiite well :) d'aww, Francis.
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Fall of France (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2009-03-11 12:52 am (UTC)(link)"I fear your union will be unacceptable and irrelevant at this point. Marshal Pétain has just accepted an armistice with Mein Führer. I'm afraid, you've lost." The ice blue gaze of Germany pierced both men, causing visible tremble of rage from the kneeling blond.
"Don't think for a moment you krauts have won. France will be free, again"
"Nein, you are now German conquest. Get up! I have orders to keep an eye on you." Ludwig turned his gaze towards the shocked Englishman, "bruder, take care of our other guest."
"No problem, West, old Iggy and I go way back," the red eyed Prussian placed his hands on Arthur's shoulders. "Leave him to me and drag the Frenchie back to camp."
The only response was a grunt from the younger blond, as he shoved Francis ahead of him. Arthur could only stare as Francis was forced away from him. Ever instinct was telling him to get away, but his heart felt as though it'd been ripped from his chest.
Even as he felt those firm hands upon his shoulders, he jerked away cupping his hands to his mouth. "I'll be back for you! I promise I won't give up, until France is free!" Arthur thought he saw Francis glance back, but he couldn't be sure with the tears blurring his vision.
"Ballsy move, Iggy, I see you still have that fire. How about joining the winning team? You know we've worked well together in the past." Gilbert smirked, as he leaned in to whisper in the shorter male's ear, "it'd make those nights a little livelier."
Arthur bristled, before elbowing the Prussian behind him. "Leave it for the history books, bastard." He stomped off, leaving Gilbert wheezing. First things first, he needed to talk to his Prime Minister, make a few calls and take a shower to remove the stench of German on him. Then he had a promise to keep.
Re: Fall of France (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2009-03-11 01:58 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fall of France (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2009-03-11 02:33 am (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2009-03-11 02:59 am (UTC)(link)I didn't think it'd be possible to keep England & France in-character for this request, but you pulled that off wonderfully, especially for the proposal scene. And I also got the bittersweet ending I asked for:
"He dared not move nor part his gaze from Arthur's eyes in case they were the last visage he would ever gaze upon."
I loved this line in particular. It just broke my heart~
And oddly enough, I also liked the interaction with Ludwig and Gilbert. They were wonderfully in-character too (Oh, Gilbert. You sooo deserved that.)
Anyway, thanks so much for the amazing fill, author!anon. You just made my night.
Happy author!anon
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