The fire from the burnt branches was calm, burning the meat of a bear that both Arthur and Julchen had hunted...

Or mostly just Julchen.

"Man, you're useless." She scoffed as she held out the stick of meat, eating it. Her eyes glanced to the blond laid nearby on the dried leaves, who was groaning painfully.

"It was your fault, idiot." He said as he covered his eyes underneath his arm. "I told you my legs were cramped, but you wouldn't listen."

Julchen twitched at the insult. "Hey, watch your faulty mouth. I should have known that British are weak, they can't even catch an animal to eat!"

"My legs were cramped!" He groaned again. "Being chased by beasts doesn't help at all!"

"Beasts?" Julchen shot him a look. "There was only one bear."

"Yes, the other one was you- OW!"

Julchen hit him with her first, at his shoulder where he had injured himself. Despite already being bandaged, thanks to the female warrior, again; Arthur needed some rest for his body to recover. He even refused to eat, even though Julchen managed to force some of the meats into his throat.

As the stars revealed themselves, Julchen kept the fire low. She leant her back onto a nearby tree, and used her torn uniform as a blanket. She wanted to sleep, but she glanced again to where the blond was laying. Arthur was on his side, facing opposite of the campfire they built, with his two slims arms were hugging himself, trying to keep the heat. She watched for long, and she felt pitiful towards the British soldier. After all, despite their gender, they were both the same. They were just soldiers, fighting for the sake of their countries.

"Hey, you." Julchen called out.

"What do you want?" Arthur then replied, his toned sounded like he was disturbed. "Can't you see I'm trying to get some sleep?"

"Just come here." She called out again.

Ugh. With all his might, Arthur forced himself to crawl towards her, he was already too lazy to use his injured legs. God must be biased, to give extra protection to a woman such as Julchen rather than himself. Arthur sighed.

"What do you want-" Before he can finish his question, Julchen pulled him by his collar, and forced his head to lay down on her lap.

Her soft, warm lap.

"O-Oi!" Arthur blushed faintly, embarrassed of his current position. "What are you doin-"

"Just sleep." Julchen answered, looking rather relaxed while she rested her hand on his chest, with the other one stroking Arthur's head. This is rather weird... Arthur thought, yet so cozy and...

"Hey."

Arthur lifted up his head slightly to look at her when she called. "Hm?"

"It's Arthur, right?"

The man nodded. "Yes, madam. Arthur Kirkland."

"From now on I forbid you from calling me 'madam' or 'ma'am'." She said sternly. "I'm Julchen, Julchen Beilschmidt."

Julchen... huh?

"Good night, Arthur Kirkland." Those were the last words she said before she closed her eyes that night. Her strokes slowly slowed down before finally stop, meaning that she finally slept. Arthur was left confused, never had he felt such comfort from any woman other than his own mother. Even that was 20 years ago.

Julchen Beilschmidt, a German soldier, a warrior like himself, but yet she was a woman. A very weird one too. Arthur became curious of this woman. Who was she? How did she became a soldier? Did she has a family of her own like him? Was she already married? Has she did not had children back in Germany?

But Arthur felt peaceful as he laid on her lap instead of those dried leaves of Autumn.

So despite being enemies on the battlefield, Arthur closed his eyes, and decided to stay with her for that night.