The Frenchman should have known this would happen.
Firstly. He was next door to those damn Nazis. Second. Only a border and woods separated them. And finally. He was an Allied power.
Late one evening, as Francis knew he, himself, was being closed in on, he called Arthur. Of course they didn't particularly get along, but… He needed someone. Arthur answered the phone with a groan, "Hello…? What is it?" Francis chocked back his own tears and fear to no avail, his voice cracked a bit, "Angleterre…! W-we 'ave been beaten…!" Arthur snapped awake, he typically would get angry with Francis calling at such an hour, but he was so upset, and Arthur wasn't so heartless as to turn away his brother when he was fretting in such a manner. "F-Francis…?"
"Angleterre…!", he quieted to a whisper, "We 'ave been defeated! We 'ave been beaten…!" The Frenchman winced, ducking behind his couch over a banging at the door. "Francis! What's happening? Please tell me, you know we can't do anything if you don't tell us…!", "We've lost the battle, Art'ur…"
And that was the last Arthur heard before the line went dead.
Arthur immediately snuck into France the next day and it was the most shocking image he could see. The French were going mad. The French government was already burning it's archives and preparing to evacuate the capital.
Arthur approached France's general Gamelin, "Sir, if I may… Where is the strategic reserve…?", certainly that could help, it saved France during the first war. Gamelin looked up, shaking his head, "There is none." That had to be one of the single most shocking moments in his life. "Then… Francis Bonnefoy… Where is he?", Francis wouldn't let this happen, he couldn't! Gamlin's eyes grew a little glassy. "He disappeared last night, but I haven't heard from him for two days.
Oh bloody hell. Francis lived in Luxembourg.
And it was stormed by Nazis.
-AUTHOR'S NOTES-
Hnnn~ Historical fiction. Everything that Arthur does was actually done by Winston Churchill.
Don't know if I'll continue this. It's old.