Note: Italics = flashback
Okay, so this is about..well, I guess it's my OC India right now - Chandra. It involves Chandra, Arthur (UK) and a whole many more. I was just researching a bit about India during World War Two and...I came across some very interesting facts, like Axis tie-ups and all...MOST OF THIS WILL BE HISTORICALLY BASED. And, I'm sorry, but I'm not too kind on Arthur, even though he's one of my favourite characters and all...just for the story!
I don't own anything of this story - well, 'cept for Chandra.
"It's time to go, girl."
Chandra looked up from the lotus she was so intently focused on.
"I don't want to, Arthur. Can't we be here for a short while longer?" She knew she was testing her luck, but she just didn't want to leave the beautiful, serene place.
"No, Chandra. I can't stay."
"Well, I can…can't I?"
"No. I don't want you left alone. You know things are getting dangerous around everywhere."
"I don't see why I have to be involved!" she snapped, her dark eyes clouding even darker. "Stop it, Arthur. I've had enough."
Arthur Kirkland sighed impatiently. "I don't need any…attitude from you right now, Chandra. I need co-operation. If you can't give me that, I might have to-"
"Might have to what, eh?" Chandra retorted, tears streaming down her cheeks. "How much more can you go? Look at me!" She held up her hands, scarred and bruised. "This has been going on for too long, Arthur. I can't take this anymore. We could've been…so much, Arthur, but that's not what you chose. You need to let me go, Arthur. This is killing me…can't you see? You're killing me, Arthur!"
Chandra thought she saw a flicker of sadness or anything like that flit across Arthur's face, but he set his jaws tightly, and grabbing her wrist, he yanked her up. Chandra winced. "Art-Arthur! It's bruised! Be careful!"
"I'm never letting go of you. Ever" he hissed into her face. She flinched at the sharp words. Sliding an arm around her waist, and drawing her closer, Arthur brushed away a tear from her face. Chandra wanted to look away, but she felt slightly hypnotised by his emerald eyes…
"Arthur Kirkland at your service, ma'am" he said, bowing.
"Chandra" she replied, biting her lip in order to hide a smile. This new visitor was charming, in a semi-rugged way. He wasn't like the other one, Francis – he seemed TOO charming. He was neither like Netherlands – he slightly frightened her, and she always seemed more fixed on that gash on his forehead than him. He was unfailingly polite, but there was something about him…he seemed uncomfortable being so polite. He always looked impatient, but in a nice way. And he surely didn't seem to go out of her way to charm her. He was…matter-of-factly. And Chandra liked that.
"Join me for dinner tonight?" she asked, holding out her hand.
"I'd be delighted" he replied, taking her hand and kissing it, looking up and winking at the same time. Chandra withdrew her hand as quick as lightning, her heart racing. Things like this weren't to be done in her culture. But Arthur seemed absolutely at ease with it, now standing with his hand behind his back, holding his hat and smiling faintly, he even seemed…mischievous.
"I…I will have some other guests over, if you don't mind." She replied hesitantly. Now, she wished she hadn't invited the rest.
Arthur's eyebrows rose. "Would…could you tell me who?"
She pursed her lips, and exhaled gently. "France and Netherlands." She saw his forehead crease and his eyes darken.
"Then I must be there." He replied firmly.