It was already 14 days since they were lost and -
"Julchen? Julchen?" Arthur called out, hoping that she would hear him.
It was already 2 days since they were separated from each other.
The days before that went perfect well, although the Britain against Germany war was still arising between them. They argued on who was more better than the other in fishing, running, kicking each other and once they even held a competition to see who would stay awake the longest, even though they ended up falling asleep.
Arthur had the most lose so far. And every time he lost to Julchen, his reason was always the same; "A gentleman wouldn't let a lady cry," in which Julchen would always kick his arse in reply.
"Now who's the one crying, lame Brit?!"
And their argument would go on.
They had survived with each other for 12 days, which was a miracle to Arthur, to have survive with your own rival. But then the day before yesterday had became a disaster. He admitted to himself that it was his fault. He shouldn't have pressed /that/ matter to Julchen, especially when she refused to answer.
"I'm not going to tell you!" Arthur remembered how she answered angrily to him. Her normal, cheerful face changed to a sour one. Her normal annoying grin was gone.
Within those 12 days, Arthur had learned so much about the female German warrior, more than his soldier friends he had spent his almost entire life with. She was indeed suffering with albinism, she enjoyed drinking beer, she likes riding her graceful white horse he saw during their first meeting, and she had never cut her long silver hair since she was 13.
But Julchen refused to tell him anything about her families or why she was in the army front. And Arthur was bothered by her stubbornness.
However, at the same time, Arthur was secretly impressed with her.
"Julchen?!" He called out again, slowly getting desperate.
He was worried about himself. He was worried about Julchen. He didn't want anything happen upon her. He didn't want her to be hurt. He didn't want to be separated from her. Because within those 12 days, they both only had each other, enemies or not, Arthur didn't care anymore. 14 days being lost, 2 days of being separated from the female companion was hard on the Brit.
Right then, he wanted to find Julchen more than anyone else.
"JULCHEN! JULCHEN! WHERE ARE YOU?!" He called out, again and again.
At times like this, he was forced to remember the harsh memories of his brothers leaving him alone in a forest similar as he was in then, and he couldn't do anything but cry. Arthur was too small back then. Yet, he was forced to learn survival on his own.
The loneliness he felt remained, however. But he was determined to find Julchen. Whatever it is, she was a woman. And Arthur had his sense of responsibilities
Without Arthur realized, the bright sun that had been aiding him was covered by the dark clouds. Soon, a drop of rain hit Arthur's nose. When the blonde looked up, the rest hit his face.
Ah bollocks, why now out of all times? Arthur had forgotten it was the Autumn season in Europe.
"Julchen!" He shouted, but there was still no answer.
He had no choice, he must find shelter for himself. It won't be good if he falls sick. He would not be able to battle, he would not be able to find Julchen.
As he was rushing his way out of the rain, Arthur heard something. Or someone.
"-thur!"
Arthur stopped, ignored the sound of the rain and focused.
"-rthur!"
"Arthur!"
The man of the name hurried to the source of the voice. And he began to shout, "Julchen!"
The voice called out again. "Arthur!"
"Julchen!"
"Arthur!"
Arthur could hear footsteps. He fasted his pace, running towards the her. Yes, he could saw her now, he could hear her voice clearly.
"Arthur!"
"Julchen!"
They both rushed to each other, and it was not planned, but they hugged each other when they finally met. They each pressed their face onto their wet shoulders, wrapping arms around their backs. They didn't mind the rain. They forgot they were enemies.
Because after 14 days being lost and 2 days being alone, they finally found each other again.