When Arthur finally opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the blue sky. The peaceful blue sky he hadn't seen for who knows how many years out of his 30 years of life.

He breathed in the cold air as he laid on the soft grass, unmoving. The view, the scent, the peace, they all reminded him of his homeland. His mother, his father, his brothers. How he wished he was home...

No! Arthur sat up suddenly, with his messy spiky hair stuck up and some of the grass sneaked into it. His armor already broken armor fell down, revealing his dark red uniform that showed his body shape.

A soldier do not miss their homeland! He scolded himself. A soldier is strong! A soldier wants nothing but victory! To fight for their country is an honor!

But yet there he was, lost in nowhere. Without a map or compass with him, it is impossible to know where he was. Was he still in the continent? Or was he already somewhere in Germany? Arthur shocked his head at the second thought. To be lost in a foreign place where he swore to be enemies with, he would be in great danger.

Only when he stood up Arthur realized how badly injured he was due to the storm. The bruises from the battle still remained, and now his legs were cramped. Now he would have a hard time walking, golly great.

However as a soldier, Arthur walked anyway. The withered grass beneath his feet laughed at him, although Arthur couldn't hear them. Every step he took was painful, but he reminded himself that he must escape. He must find his way back to his camp where his safety are guaranteed, rather than being out here in the open where he could be seen and captured instead.

So it was decided, into the woods he went.

He saw squirrels returning back to their nest, birds feeding their babies, rabbits running back into their caves. It was near sunset, and soon it would be dark. Arthur had to hurry to find a place for warmth and rest. More than that he was hungry. He was thirsty. Arthur dare not to say it out loud, but he felt very lost in the woods all by himself. Just like how it was during his childhood days.

His elder brothers were not the nicest. They bullied him, they picked on him, and they even pained him. During that young age, he couldn't figure out why, but when he reached adulthood he found out that they were jealous. His parents knew he would grow to be a fine warrior and a great leader, and the brothers didn't like it. He was bullied for 10 years, and waited 20 years to get his revenge, and he got it. Now they could no longer push him around; they had to listen to him. It was the glory he achieved for his family's name, and the glory he had achieved for himself. Arthur was always proud of himself for that.

But he was never happy, because killing and slaughtering was never something to be happy about. But he had done it, for the sake of his beloved country.

Huh?

Arthur's ears caught something. A sound of water. A sound of the river. A sound of a source to drink. Arthur's thought of finally finding something to clear his dirty throat made his legs fasten their pace. But then his ears caught something else.

A humming. A song. A woman's voice.

Arthur slowed himself down, carefully passing through the bushes to the source of the song. He was curious; who wouldn't be? The melody was nice, the humming was beautiful. He had never heard a voice as beautiful as he was hearing then.

Arthur sneaked low, pushing the bushes blocking his view. And there, he witnessed...

An angel.

The angel was naked, wearing almost nothing, but she had her long straight silver hair covering her breasts and her hips. Her body was slim, her skin was as white as snow. However her back had scars on them, could it be the damaged from breaking her wings? He thought. Arthur had never seen sight beauty, from toes up to her shiny silver hair that reflected the color of sunset. Arthur had truly found an angel.

Gathering all of his courage, Arthur stepped out of his hideout. It seemed that the angel had noticed him, as she hid her face underneath her elegant hair. How cute, Arthur thought, so the angel was shy.

"Excuse me, madam-"

Before Arthur could finish, the so-called angel shoved a sword near his throat, making Arthur stopped and speechless. Upon seeing those fierce red eyes, only then realized

it was the female German warrior who he had battled before.

How could he not realized that before?

"So you were peeking on me, pervert?!" She hissed, perhaps embarrassed as she was covering her chest with her right arm. So this female warrior was capable of using both hands, Arthur was impressed. But then Arthur focused back on the sword pointed in front of him.

Arthur was worried. To die outside the battlefield was shameful, plus to die in the hands of a woman was more shameful. In whatever way possible, Arthur must try to find a way to escape. He bravely looked back into her eyes.

"Madam, I am not here to fight you." He said calmly. "I assume you are lost too?"

She did not drop her anger, no did she drop her sword. Either she was angry to see the enemy, or she was angry that a man had seen her body. Arthur guessed it was both. He chuckled, which made the woman more angered and shoved the sword nearer.

"Ah, forgive me." He raised up both of his hands. "As you can see, I am unarmed."

"So it would be better if I kill you now, wouldn't it?" She smirked.

Bollocks. She was right. He was at a huge disadvantage. He must find a way.

But he remembered, Germans are well-known for their cruelty. They would do anything to win, anything to achieve victory. Even lies, cheat and death are fine by them. Arthur feared she did meant her words. He feared he would die there, alone, with no honor to bring for his country, with no memorial built for him.

"Turn around." She suddenly said.

"Listen, madam, I-"

"Just turn around!" She shouted at him.

Bloody hell, this woman was as fierce as his mother! But Arthur couldn't do anything other than following her orders. He turned, closed his eyes as he prayed to his God, prepared to be slaughtered.

...

Hm? He heard sounds of ruffling. What was that, he wondered. Arthur glanced to the back and...

"I said turn around, don't look, you perverted Brit!"

Arthur quickly did so. But he did had the chance to see a glimpse of her pale white skin.

"You're... not going to kill me?" He asked without looking at her. Inside, he felt quite relieved.

"No. I know I was trained to do so, but I don't believe it is fair. But from now on, you're my prisoner!" She announced. "There- you can turn around now!"

Arthur turned, and saw that she was wearing her white shirt and black skirt, and those very elegant white boots. It seemed that her uniform was badly damaged too, but it was enough to cover her important accessories.

"You can't suddenly claim me as your prisoner." Arthur frowned, disappointed.

"Oh yes I can." She smirked, dusting the dirt on her shirt, and pointed her sword at him again. "I still have my weapon, but what about you?"

Tch. It was true. He had lost his, perhaps the storm has thrown it away somewhere else, into the lake maybe. The other warrior was just lucky to have found hers.

"Heh." She chuckled. She knew she was at advantage between both of them. "I'm not going to kill you, Brit. But as my prisoner, I order you to find me some food for tonight."

"Oh shut up, why would I listen to you-"

"Do as I say." She said strictly.

Crap, she was a true German after all. It looks like Arthur had no choice but to be her prisoner for awhile. It's better to go along rather than opposing her. No matter, he will escape soon.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Arthur responded quickly. His best idea was to find a rabbit. Being a hunter once before has became an advantage for him. She followed behind him, making sure Arthur wasn't planning to run away.

For 30 years of his life, Arthur had never thought he would have to follow an order of an enemy, a woman, too! He sighed silently.

It's alright, Arthur... You'll get her soon.

"Get moving, you dirty Brit!"

"I'm trying!"

Arthur groaned painfully. This will be a long night for both of them.