March, 1940, Stalla Front, Finland
Enjolras could taste the blood. It was all around him; blood, guts and glory, mixed with the scent of gunpowder and snow.
Somebody was pulling on his arm, yelling to him in Finnish, then in Swedish when he realized Enjolras was a Norwegian volunteer.
"Fall back."
No, he thought, looking towards the lone tree, covered in snow and riddled with bullets, and the man cowering behind it; Courfeyrac. He was just about to shout to the other soldiers, wanting to beg them to help his friend, but then the bomb exploded.
1941, Ullevål Hospital, Oslo, Norway
It's not uncommon for Enjolras to wake up from memories of Finland, but recently it was all he dreamed of.
He often thought of everything he'd done in the past six months, the decisions he'd made and the choices he'd come to regret. But if there was one thing he did not regret at all, it was jumping through window.
1940, Karl-Johan Street, Oslo, Norway
Russia never made it further than 150km into Finland. And Norway gave in completely to the German occupation in less than two months. Sometimes Enjolras was embarrassed to be Norwegian.
He and Courfeyrac had returned home from the Stalla Front that April, April 9th to be exact, the day the Germans attacked Norway. In no time at all, Norway were without a king, and the Norwegians without their country.
Once the fighting was over they'd joined a gang of Patriots. They were young and they were idealists. And they wanted to fight. He, Combeferre, Marius and Courfeyrac became a tight knit group. Gavroche, despite being a scrawny boy of barely twenty, was their unofficial leader, taking more precautions and looking on in disdain and frustration as the rest openly spit in the face of the Nazis, he was far too wise for his age.
They made propaganda flyers, wallpapering the sides of the buildings with their newsletters, "We Want Our Country" being printed faster than they were in demand, much to Gavroche's disdain.
They became best friends. They laughed and joked, complained about the ban on jazz music, Vidkun Quisling, Adolf Hitler, and pranked the shit out of Marius. It was all fun and games until Combeferre came through with his threat to leave, telling them all that his courier was there one night, with his bags all packed.
"So you're leaving then?" Enjolras asked, as Marius and Courfeyrac were having a wrestling match on the sofa (because Courfeyrac had shot the pipe from his mouth with an airgun.)
"Yes, Forest Lodge, it's about time we got some sort of organised."
"You can't do anything from Scotland, Combeferre."
"I can do more upon my return than I would have if I stayed here. Are you sure you don't want to come, Enjolras?" There was a shout from Marius on the sofa as Courfeyrac got the upper hand, laughing that he bit like a girl.
Enjolras gave Combeferre a half smile, "to be honest, I'm a little tempted right now." He laughed, but both he and Combeferre knew he had no intentions of leaving his country, not yet.
"I'll see you then, brother." Combeferre left and Enjolras decided to help Marius by shooting Courfeyrac in the arse with the airgun.
In the end, Gavroche – now nicknamed "the Chin" – slowly managed to make them more organised, they took orders from London and started going by aliases. But it was still too late, and they were caught. Well, two of them were.
Courfeyrac was arrested after a meeting, for conspiracy against the German State in the form of propaganda, and would be sent to Grini Prison Camp.
Enjolras on the other hand, was charged with conspiracy against the German State in the form of explosives hidden under his bed, and would be facing the newly incorporated capital punishment. That was when he jumped out the window on the second floor.
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This is my birthday present for the amazing little bundle of joy; Ceara (ConcreteAngelRoxHerHalo)
She is fabtastic and you should totally check out her writing!
This fic is based on a movie about the resistance fighter Max Manus, which is in turn a sort of biography, so this is kindof a true story...
I do have to warn you that though this is an Enjonine story, there will be a lot of Enjolras/Amis focus. They are his brothers, his trusted friends, his family and totally kick ass.
This is also my first multi-chap Fic, I have the whole story written out at around 14K, but I need to edit the hell out of those. Chapter 1 will be up soon though!