September 5, 1954
It's been 2 years.
World War Two. Bloodiest war yet, that I've fought in. I haven't been on the battle field for ages since the last gas attack in April. Thankfully there is no war to go back to. It's over, all over. For the end of the war, it meant the beginning, but the end for many others.
I've lost so many comrades to guns, gas and bombs. I haven't heard back from any of them, but that's the whole point. You try not to keep friends during the war. Having a friend would only serve as a reminder of what transpired during the most traumatizing years of your life.
I look back and realized that So many human lives were wasted, so many homes destroyed. Countries forever shamed and scarred.
Many people look for their dead relatives, those who had been missing since the war begun. I , personally, find that completely pointless. I myself haven't heard from any of my older brothers for 2 years. Going out and looking for them would be a big waste of time, leading to nothing but disappointment and grief of their loss.
That's what most people are doing with their time now these days.
However, people are starting anew. Getting married, having kids, growing old together. They try so so hard to hold on to whatever they can, to make the most of everything, regardless of it being petty
I wish that I could bear kids.
Most of the people that me and Francis knew are gone. We even knew a German and an Italian once, but they were most surely never to be hard from again.
People who have become poor are starving. Some are living, some are dead. They wander through the streets eating every crumb of pie or piece of rotten meat they can find from the gound. Most of them steal, but only the poorest of the poor would go to such extremes. Many of the homeless are returning to a home that has been abandoned by its owner. Others journeyed throughout Europe, looking for the loved ones they've lost.
Not me though. No. I've found my one, true love. He's been there, in front of me, the entire time. I didn't realize it then, but he did. Thank God he did. By the war's end, he proposed and we ended up getting married. In secrecy of course, but married nonetheless.
Yes, something did come out of this war. Not victory. Not Glory . No riches or new land.
Just him.
" Angleterre?" Francis called out.
" Yes love?" Arthur called back to him. Francis's voice was pure bliss to Arthur's ears. He'd never heard anything more beautiful, anything more mesmerizing in his entire life than his voice. Francis was outside, waiting by the car. Arthur could see him through the bedroom window.
" Are you almost done?" Francis called out again," We have to leave soon. Elizabezta and Roderiech are awaking for our arrival-Pour l'amour du Christ! Are your writing again?! That merde you call literature is the most dullest thing I have ever read! What's with you Englishman, writing hours and hours on end, scribbling away those dreadful things you call plays and novels?"
Arthur huffed. " I'll have you know, Frog! We bless the world with pure masterpieces written by William Shakespeare and Charlotte Bronte! We're the closest things to gods we are!" He slammed his diary shut, which he then placed in a box that had been screwed down onto the bottom drawer of his writing desk.
" All you plays are good for is putting me to sleep!" Francis insulted from outside.
" At least I can write a page to save my life!" Arthur insulted back.
Getting up, Arthur gathered the last of his things into a small book bag that hung over his shoulder.
He headed outside to where Francis was waiting, who pretended to look bored while examining his fingernails.
He looked up at him and smiled.
" Here already? My God , it's been years since we last spoke." He winked. Arthur rolled his eyes.
" Oh don't be so dramatic you damn amphibian." He planted a kiss of Francis' cheek. " Come on we're late."
" I know I know." Francis mumbled.
They both got seated in the car and Francis started the engine. Looking over to Arthur who was staring out onto the road, he smiled. He was so cute. His rosy cheeks and those caterpillar eyebrows of his... Well, fine they were creepy, but cute. Francis leaned over to kiss Arthur lightly on the lips.
Arthur drew his head back and blushed. " W-what the bloody hell what that for?!" He snapped. Francis laughed lightly.
" I couldn't resist the urge to kiss those pink, plump kips of yours." Francis smirked, licking his lips. " I just might do it again."
Arthur couldn't stop the heat from rising in his cheeks. Blushing profusely, he snapped at Francis " Ugh, you can be absolutely revolting at sometimes." He eyelids slowly drew halfway across his green eyes and he looked down at his lap, smiling. " But i never do mind..." he admitted softly, " Of when you show your love to me."
Francis looked surprised. He never expected for Arthur to be this open about Francis showing love to him. Usually, the man would just throw in an insult, blush, and not speak to Francis for the rest of the hour. Francis didn't mind though, he knew Arthur still loved him no matter what. And he the same.
" I know mon amour." Francis said softly. The two didn't speak for a few moments. It was getting a bit awkward for Arthur. Francis noticed this and turned on the car, his foot on the pedal, and together the 2 drove off toward Elizabezta and Roderiech's home, located at the edge of town.
The Austrian-Hungarian couple recently just moved to England after World War Two, from the former Austria Hungary nation. The country fell apart soon when the war firststarted and the couple tried to escape, fearing Roderiech would be captured since he was a Jew. They were unable to go anywhere because The Germans surrounded them from all angles. They were forced to go into hiding for the duration of the rest of the war.
The war finally ended and the couple immediately retreated up to England , where they were finally able to live in peace.