Bring Them Home

by KiraKun08

Francis was a much better shot then him and had already shot down six men while Matthew had only gotten two. The Canadian spun around at the sound of Francis cussing loudly. Blood was running down the male's arm where a bullet had hit him.

1. Prolog Shot Down

Prolog – Shot Down-

~Winter 1943, Germany~

~I don't know what to say or more so I really don't know where to start. Well let's make this simple my plane was shot down, as was Arthur's and now me and him are sitting in one of these damn POW camps. It's cold as hell here and we don't have much that keeps us safe from the elements. I have Arthur sharing a bed with me; I couldn't stand the sight of him shivering any longer. I know we'll make it out of here, I just know it.

Alfred.~

The American closed his small journal and tucked it under his mattress before snuggling up with Arthur. The Englishman was shivering again and at the feeling of Alfred's warm and strong body laying next to him, he snuggled up against him.

"You okay Arth?"

"Don't call me that you git."

Alfred smiled and wrapped his arms around him and pulled him as close as he could. Green eyes remained closed though he did hide his face in the male's chest.

"We'll get out of here. Francis and Matti will notice that we've gone missing and they will come looking for us."

His blue eyes looked down to see a pair of green looking up at him. Fear was written on his face. Though Alfred was afraid too, knowing full well how bad being a POW in Germany was, but he was a hero and he was not going to show any fear. He wrapped his arms around him tighter in a protective way. He lay there not knowing what else to do but comfort Arthur, whose tears were quietly staining Alfred's shirt. The American fought back tears of anger at being caught and getting Arthur captured as well. They had to get out of there no matter what.