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We'll Meet Again Arthur almost took a step back from the fiery look in Alfred's eyes. so long and so much that it felt like the only thing in the world he had ever wanted. "Alfred, you are quite the biggest fool I have ever met. . But somewhere miles away, stuck in the middle of a war and a situation they. Read Chapter Nineteen from the story W, for world war 3. "We'll meet again, I know it. but. "Don't apologize, tell me why you barged in on a war meeting. Browse through and read thousands of ww2 stories and books. Fanfiction Romance Action 4 months ago “We'll be home soon,” he promised. When they meet again, things don't seem to be as straightforward as they were two s.
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Alfred sat in silence for a moment before he finally started speaking. I'm grateful for that. It all just sort of blurred into a haze of pain and nightmare. W camp, but they seemed to think I had collaborated with the Italian resistance movement.
I don't know what they thought I knew. I don't know what they wanted me to tell them. But I told them nothing and they eventually moved me to a new base. I remember being brought in, and that's when I saw the German pilot again. I will never forget that face. After a few moments he continued. They were painful for Arthur to hear. Again Alfred paused and Arthur waited patiently. He knew how difficult this must be for Alfred. He had barely spoken of his experience in captivity, and Arthur preferred it that way.
The few allusions he had made to the matter just tore at Arthur's heart. He couldn't bear to hear about the hell Alfred had gone through just because the SS wanted information that he didn't even possess. But Arthur stayed silent, determined to listen to anything that Alfred had to say. I thought I was dreaming. But I wasn't, he was really there, and he took me out of the base. I don't know how long he walked with me on his back I could barely move, you see.
It turns out he spoke English, and he kept trying to keep me awake. He asked me about you. We spoke about soccer and baseball. And I remember at one point we had a conversation about frogs. I did not know that.
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Well, apart from those things, it is mostly all a blur. But eventually there were other people, and I recognised some of them too Even though we couldn't have been near their village, Rome was there, and Lovino. But I don't remember seeing Feliciano. Then Ludwig disappeared and the next thing I know I woke up in an American base. After that it was just months of recovery at the base before weeks stuck on a hospital ship.
A German rescued you! What on earth… why Well, earlier, when Ludwig was our prisoner, I I gave Feliciano classified information. Information about how and where Ludwig was being held. A few days later we heard he had been broken out. Feliciano must have done it. And as soon as I heard I knew it was my fault. If I hadn't given Feliciano that information he would never have managed it. I helped an enemy escape.
Heck, I may as well have busted him out of there myself. A man who later helped you. You didn't betray anyone. He was our enemy, he was a prisoner.Usuk- We'll meet again
But Feliciano was so good and sweet and he loved Ludwig so much and… and I let all these stupid feelings get in the way of my duty. But neither could he blame him or judge him. Alfred had helped Ludwig escape, and Ludwig had done the same thing for Alfred.
Finally made Matt grow his hair so they can tell us apart. Alfred was not making it easy. Matthew started to reply but Alfred cut him off. No longer a subject of the British Empire, eh, Matt? Lives on maple syrup, carries little polar bears around…" Arthur furrowed his brow. He's my lucky mascot. Anyway, we all have one… a lucky charm that is. And nothing's ever turned up. But hey, never needed one before.
I'm alive, ain't I? Arthur thought he had better follow suit. Arthur was still not used to that laugh. It was the most boisterous, unique laugh he had ever heard. Usually half the pub turned and looked whenever Alfred let loose with it.
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At least the pub had quieted down even further, with only a handful of Americans still remaining. Matthew had left twenty minutes earlier - something about needing to oil an engine, Arthur couldn't remember - after Alfred spent a couple of minutes winking at him. What was with all this winking? It must be an American thing. It felt a little odd to be sitting with the man who had been driving him to distraction for a week now.
Sure, Alfred was arrogant and loud and, well, American, but he wasn't all that bad, Arthur supposed. Just very confident and perhaps a bit naive. But still rather irritating. We're fighting for freedom here, for what's right. We can't just let the powers of evil and tyranny take over while we stand willing and able to prevent it.
He had been going solidly for ten minutes now. And where were you Americans two years ago? Alfred seemed to know nothing about the war that had been raging without the Americans for years now. He was a delivery pilot you know, flew all over the country. Flew a De Havilland DH4, beautiful old plane. I still remember the feeling I got when I first went up with him.
Like that feeling you get when something is really intense and sort of terrifying and breathtaking and fantastic and you're a little nervous but you never want it to end. Know what I mean? But it's my life.
Signed up for the Air Force as soon as I turned eighteen, and before you know it, here I am in England, fighting in a war! Life can be damned odd sometimes. How old are you? Why, how old are you? Suddenly he felt like an old man. Arthur stared blankly, shocked. Surely he couldn't mean… Arthur forced himself to respond. Though it is awfully impolite to ask. He barely noticed Alfred fill it up, looking up at Arthur with sparkling eyes and a tiny smile.
A wife hanging round here somewhere? Could he have been too friendly? Could he have been too obvious? Could Alfred know… "Just what the hell is that…" "Here, let me show you a picture of my girl," interrupted Alfred. Arthur felt his fear and anger dissipate as his heart sank.
He was surprised at the intensity of the feeling. He told himself not to be ridiculous. Of course Alfred wasn't, well… like him. He silently upbraided himself for even daring to think it. Of course Alfred had a girlfriend. He was too handsome not to. Wait, when did he stop being irritating and become handsome? Arthur decided it must have been sometime after the fourth drink. Besides, it wasn't like he cared. Very well, let's see. She's a P Mustang, her name's Lady Beth, and she's beautiful, ain't she?
It still just looked like a plane.