This Isn't You! (Final)

The dust cleared slowly. Alfred and Arthur tried their best to see through it, fanning the fine dust from their eyes. As they looked up, they didn't expect what stood there. The figure was Francis, no doubt, but it was not the same Frenchman they were used to. Instead of a ocean blue, his eyes were a dull purple, surrounded by a purple mist. The stone tied to his head emitted the same light.

He raised his fists, keeping a steady glare on the Allies. "I have orders from Master Ludwig himself," he said in a monotone voice, "I am going to have to kill you now."

Arthur raised his spellbook, glaring at the enemy before charging full speed at him. "You bloody frog! This isn't you!"

Alfred stepped back, only to step forward and try to pull Arthur back. "Dude! Stop!"

"You have to fight it, Francis! The Axis does not control you!"

Alfred managed to stop him and Arthur's breathing was heavy. "Calm down. He's gone. Francis is the enemy today."

During World War II, France was occupied by Nazi Germany. The country was divided into two halves. The North was completely Nazi-occupied, forcing the people into their government. The South was a puppet government, but they happily supported the Nazis. When the Allies invaded, they had to fight French soldiers.