The time as WWII
A single soldier was sneaking through a dense forest. He held his rifle firmly, and glanced around himself cautiously with every step. This soldier was medium height, about 5'10. Messy ash-blonde hair adorned his head accompanied by stunning emerald eyes topped with comically thick dark eyebrows.
"Dammit," he cursed with a smooth British accent. "I just had to get separated from the troop, didn't I?" Something made a shuffling sound near him, and this caused him to turn around quickly and point his rifle in its direction. To his great relief it was just a squirrel. "Ha ha, I got all worked up for nothing," he laughed quietly. He then looked to the sky. There were no planes in sight. "It would be nice to know where the bloody hell I am."
As the soldier continued to walk on aimlessly into the forest, he let his mind wander. He thought back to his pirate days when he would know how to get just about anywhere without a compass or map. After all, he was Arthur Kirkland, the former British Empire. Of course, none of this mattered now, because he was hopelessly lost somewhere in Central Europe. "I am so bloody useless!" he growled softly under his breath. Well at leastI sort of fit in with my surroundings. He glanced down at his attire. It was a British army uniform that was green with a black shoulder strap. Underneath it he wore a white dress shirt with a green tie. If France was in my shoes he'd definitely be shot dead by now. Arthur chuckled silently at this thought.
Arthur abruptly stopped laughing as he heard another sound near himself. This time he was certain it was a person. He found a convenient bush to hide in and jumped into it. He then waited for the cause of the sound to reveal himself.
Slowly a slender figure came into Arthur's view. It revealed itself to be a woman. The woman walked casually over to close to the bush where Arthur was hiding until she stopped about 5 feet away. Arthur then had a chance to take a look at her. She was about his height with long light blonde hair and sky blue eyes. She had perfect eyebrows and a small nose to match. When Arthur noticed all of this he almost gasped at her beauty. He then mentally slapped himself when he noticed what she was wearing. This was a green military uniform with long black combat boots. Black gloves adorned her hands, and a small iron cross graced her neck. All of this, of course, gave away that she was German, and the enemy.
The woman sighed and then put her hands up to put her hair in a ponytail. She then picked up the rifle that was hanging to her side and checked it for ammunition.
This is bad, really bad. Arthur knew if she caught him she would either shoot him or take him prisoner. Not that I would mind the second option so much. He then mentally slapped himself a second time.
The woman was still standing there examining her gun while humming a little tune that Arthur didn't recognize. This was when he decided to do something quick. He gritted his teeth as he held up his own rifle.
Please forgive me, beautiful Nazi. Arthur hesitantly pointed the barrel to the woman's chest, and then pulled the trigger.