-Chapter 1-

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Arthur gazed upon the English countryside he always loved. Being on this hill, far away from everyone, far away from the talk of war, he relished in the harmony that took him away from everything that had been dominated by the war, which had turned into his everyday life.
He couldn't go a day without someone muttering about "those bloody Nazis" as they took over Europe and how England was never going to fall to these "Krauts" – and with everyone so caught up in the war effort. Arthur sighed as he lay down on the grass, taking in the beautiful sight before him – trees and rolling hills of grass which a vibrant green, untouched from the war, the view of his small town, so clean and so quiet – he could easily just live up on this hill for the rest of his life.

He closed his eyes and let the fading autumn breeze relax him further, listening to the faint chirps of the birds singing their songs.
Drifting peacefully further into his blissful state, Arthur felt a warm hand entangle with his own by his side, and gave it a loving squeeze knowing the one person it belonged to.
"Hey" he smiled, head turning to the side, opening them to see the one person that could only make his blissful state even better – Alfred Jones. A man who possessed his heart along with the most beautiful smile that he ever saw. It was one of those smiles that made him forget every negative aspect in his life and radiated throughout his entire being. Arthur, despite having a strong passion for literature couldn't even begin to describe Alfred in the words he read everyday. He was his everything and he couldn't even fathom life without him.
Alfred's honey blond hair radiated the sun, capturing the diming light of the autumn day and well as those beautiful baby blue eyes that said nothing but pure adoration as he moved in closer to hug him tightly.
"Hey yourself." Another squeeze.
"I've missed you." Arthur nuzzled into the embrace, his head settling in the crook of Alfred's neck, smelling the metal, oil and rust on his clothes.
Alfred kissed top his Arthur's mussed hair. "I've missed you too babe. It's been a long day at the shop and Gil was really being a pain the ass today. He blamed the broken car on me and make me work like I was filling in an order for the Air Force or summat…"
"Tell him to shove a gear stick up his arse" Arthur replied kissing his neck in an apology.
"As much as I would like to, my mom would probably throw me out of the house for being mean to 'Gilly-Bear.' "
Arthur chuckled. "He's a twat."
"Not as much as you, babe."
Arthur slapped him on the arm with Alfred only grinning widely to suppress his laughter. "And to think I was about to say something heart-warming and adorable to you. Wanker."
"Aww, Artie." Alfred pulled Arthur harder in the embrace and lifted his head up to look into those green eyes he fell in love with. "You're a twat because you love me and I love you. I mean, I'm pretty much amazing, but you're still a twat. But you're my twat. My funny, smart, cute and absolutely perfect twat."
Arthur looked into his eyes with a straight face and then burst into laughter. "Oh, dear Lord. Alfred Fitzgerald Jones -what fumes has Gilbert been exposing you to?"
Arthur laughed again, softer this time and pulled up a hand to stroke Alfred's cheek.
"Despite your sentimental and absolute absurd bullshit, I love you too 'Freddie."
"Freddie, eh? Now I know tha-"
"Shut up. Don't spoil it." He silenced Alfred by kissing him gently on the lips.
"You're a-" Alfred began, pulling away from the kiss.
"No." Arthur interrupted and began kissing him again claiming his possession, devotion and everything he could never express into the kiss. Alfred readily gave in with as equal fervor knowing the absolute revere he had for his Arthur. And being here, in Arthur's sanctuary was all he ever needed.
Breaking away from the kiss, Arthur looked into Alfred's eyes again. "Twat."

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"Alfred."
"Alfred." Arthur repeated, shaking Alfred gently. "We have to go."
"I don't wanna though." Alfred said burying his head deeper into Arthur's coat.
"C'mon love. We've already been here for hours."
Alfred refused to move, despite Arthur's shuffling.
"Alfred."
"Whyyyyy" he whined as Arthur pushed him off and sat up.
"You know why. Come on."
Alfred pouted as he got up and reached towards his bag, grabbing a small, thick leather bound book. "Before I forget, here's your book."
"I'm impressed. You took surprisingly good care of it."
"It's one of your favourites, so you'll probably either bore me to death with your nagging or you'll come over to my house and cut my throat in my sleep if I even dare fold a page."
Arthur grinned and merely ran his hand along of the leather spine, looking one last time to the setting sun over the green pastures.
"I'm ready for you Mrs. Darcy." Alfred grinned down at Arthur holding out his hand with a grand bow.
Arthur howled with laughter. "Oh Mr. Darcy! You astound me." He pulled himself up with Alfred's hand and ran his hands through Alfred's hair and quickly pecked him on his nose before walking down back into the town, with Alfred's hand entwined in his.

Eventually, they saw the town church and Alfred gave a comforting squeeze to Arthur's hand. Arthur knew it was time to let go, to let go of his unhidden world and time to go back into the world of pretending. He didn't want to pretend he was interested in girls nor did he want to pretend that Alfred was just his friend – all he wanted to do was hold his love's hand as they explored the Sunday market in town as they bought little ornaments for their home together. But he knew, he would never get that, not at least until the war was over.
Alfred gave Arthur a sad smile and let go of his hand and the two men proceeded further into town, but something wasn't right and Arthur and Alfred shared worried glances.
There wasn't the usual hustle and bustle of the shops closing up or the yelling of their boisterous baker. It was eerily silent and no one was on the street except the solitary young boy sitting on a stack of newspapers.
Arthur approached the boy and with the same eerie silence of the town, he handed Arthur a newspaper.
He froze as soon as he saw the bold black letters, and his whole life shattered in that very second as he read the headline.
"Arthur?" Alfred called, walking over worried about the colour draining in Arthur's face.
Arthur dropped the newspaper causing Alfred to pick it up and frowned at the single word dominating the paper:
'CONSCRIPTION.'

A/N - Hey guys! I'm new to this so please be gentle on me.

I love these guys and I love war, so in my mind, combining them is nothing short of squeals of cuteness from me.

Sorry if the chapters seem so short, because on Word, they're really not. I just don't know how to work out this editor thingy on FF.
Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this, and I promise: I've written out a whole plan and everything, and I'm not an organised person.