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It really would :)

Asher had on a white shirt, tucked into his black trousers, and a black tie around his neck, and he made sure his hair looked a bit neater than it usually did; normally, he didn't pay too much attention to that kind of thing. But he wanted to make a good impression. When he'd finished getting dressed, he asked Lucy if he could get her anything for breakfast.

 
I've always wanted to spend a Christmas somewhere in Europe. xD

Lucy shook her head and said, "I'm too nervous to eat, actually. Oh, and make sure you pack a suitcase, because you'll probably be sent off today." She choked on the end of the sentence, then quickly pulled herself together before saying, "You look really nice, Asher. Very handsome." Lightly, she smiled at him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his cheek.

 
Germany is the place to be. I mean, they invented the Christmas tree and all.

Sorry for taking forever to post. I was getting photos off the camera :) And I'm posting in this so you don't leave before, since it's quicker in this one xD

Asher had forgotten all about that. "Oh. Of course. I'll get straight to that, then, I guess." First, though, he wrapped his arms around her and smiled down at her. "And you look very beautiful. More so than usual of course." He lingered there for a long while, just taking her in, because he knew there wouldn't be many opportunities for this left. Eventually, he let go. He fetched the uniform he'd been handed yesterday and placed it on the bed. He then retrieved a suitcase from the spare room. He packed some clothes from when he wasn't in uniform, some books, plenty of pencils and paper, envelopes and such. He then began packing pictures he wanted to take with him; some of his favourite photographs of him and Lucy together. He discussed with her which ones she wanted to keep and which ones he would take, so that they both had the memories there, wherever they were.

 
I'd love to spend Christmas in Germany. If only I knew German D:

Lucy sat on the bed, watching him pack everything, a sad, melancholy smile lingering on her face. She couldn't help but get teary eyed when she saw all of the pictures of them together. New Years Eve... Christmas... pictures in the park, ice skating at Rockefeller Plaza. Things they would have to miss this coming year. It was going to be so hard without him, facing all those times alone. She knew he must have felt the same way. "Can I keep the one of us ice skating? I think that's my favorite," she whispered, holding back the tears. She took it and examined it, putting it in her purse. "Well, that looks like everything you need," she murmured, looking up at Asher. But then, she took off her necklace, the one her mother had given to her. "Keep this with you, okay? So you'll have a little piece of me with you at all times."

 
Honestly, they don't mind. Elena always says to me, "Learn French or Spanish or something. German is POINTLESS!" xD Germans actually just love to speak English to you.

Asher looked at the photograph of them ice skating. He smiled to himself, that smile everybody just has when they remember to themselves a really fond memory. "Of course you can," he said softly, sitting down next to her. He wrapped his arms around her and sighed quietly, stroking his fingers through her hair very gently, trying to comfort her-- he could see she was trying not to cry in front of him. He looked at her necklace when she offered it to him. He said, "Oh, Lucy, I.. I couldn't possibly.. Your Mom gave that to you."

 
I've heard that the french really don't like to speak English-- they like French. I actually think I'm going to take some German in college, because I want to.

Lucy said, "She's still at home, she'd buy me another one if I asked. But this one has a really special meaning to me, because she gave it out of the love in her heart. And that's why I want you to have it. Because I love you, and I'm going to miss you, and letters just won't be enough. We both know that. So please take it. I'd be sadder if you didn't take it." She unlatched it, then put it around his neck, hiding it under the collar of his shirt. "C'mon, we'd better get going. It'll be good if we're early." She got to her feet, wiping her eyes gently, so she wouldn't smudge her makeup.

 
Yeah, they're a bit like that, actually. French people can be pretty rude at times. They also like pronounciation to be perfect. Like, they know exactly what you're trying to say but they pretend they don't until you say it just right.

Asher smiled at her words. He was reluctant to let her give it up to him. He'd be devastated if he lost it or it got brokem. But he'd take the utmost care of it. And it obviously meant a lot to her for him to take it. He quickly went back to his suitcase, rummaging through it until he pulled out what he was looking for. He draped his leather jacket over her shoulders before placing his hands on them. He saw them both refected in the mirror in the bedroom. "A little piece of keep you warm when I can't," he said, "you always looked better in it anyway." He smiled sadly and then said, "Alright. Lets go, I suppose."

 
Ughhhh..... If ever I take French, I'm going to work extra hard to make it great.

Lucy smiled delightedly, putting her arms in the sleeves of the jacket, then throwing her arms around him and kissing him. "I love you so much," she murmured, offering him one of her most carefree, optimistic smiles ever. "No matter how today goes, we'll end up together one way or the other. I promise." And with that, she led him out the door, then to the cab. It was all in fate's hands from there. Lucy was nervous, of course, but she had a gut feeling that things would turn out for the best.

Want to skip to the results of the hearing? Seeing as all the legalities and stuff are... somewhat boring xD

 
That's why I'm still taking it, because I want to be really good at it.

At least once you know some of the language, it's easier because English derives from it. The same goes for German. Now Czech, however. That was daunting because it's SO different to German even though it's just across the border.

Asher's smile became a lot happier now. More sincere. She had that effect on him. He had kissed her back while it had lasted and then said, "I love you, too, Lucy. So much, words just can't describe it." And then, he felt a little bit nervous as the left the apartment, descending the stairs and making their way to the cab. But what mattered at that moment in time was not what could potentially happen, but all that had happened, and his feelings for her.

~~~

The decision had been reached. Asher had fought his corner as best as he was able-- he had fire in his belly then, and his normally quiet state when in public disappeared for the time in which he was asked to place his points. He stood before the group of men who were to reveal his fate, his hand tightly gripping Lucy's.

The man in the middle spoke up. "Mr. Scott, we understand that you don't want to leave-- nobody does. But the truth is, people who aren't nearly as fit and healthy as you are helping with the effort. We've decided that we can see that you believe very passionately that you don't want to fight. Fine.." That was a sign of relief, at least. The man looked at a piece of paper before him. "I see you're an artist. Good with your hands. I'm sure either the engineers or the caterers would find you a valuable addition. You'll be given one or the other, whichever your regiment commander decides needs you more. So, in short, you're leaving for Vietnam today, but you certainly won't be fighting."

 
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Plus, if I learn a lot of German, I could study in Germany for a while, at a music school.

Lucy sighed with relief, tears of joy filling her eyes as she gripped Asher's hand in return. She threw her arms around him again, bawling into the front of his shirt, glad that he would probably make it through the war completely unscathed. "Asher," she whispered, "The cab to the airport is waiting just outside. You'll have to go to a camp somewhere in America for a couple weeks before you actually head across the ocean, but then... you're on your way. At least I know you won't be fighting." She led him out to another cab, silent, gripping his hand. She slid inside, pulling him with her, then giving him a fiery kiss.

 
Sounds good.

Well, I have to go out for a little bit. But I shall most definitely be back later :)

Asher himself was a little lost for words. He was so pleased that they had done the right thing-- well, the best thing they could do for him. He didn't say anything until they'd finished kissing in the back of the cab. When they had, he held her close and he said to her, "I'm going to be away from you. But we can afford to hope that I'll be coming back in one piece. Thank goodness."

 
Okay! See you later, then. =)

Lucy nodded and cuddled as close to him as she could get, wrapping her arms completely around him. "I'll miss you," she told him, stating what she already had multiple times before. "But when you come back, I'll be so happy, and I'll have my arms open, so I can hold you again. And I'll sing to you every night, and I'll give myself to you over and over again... every night if you want me to. And we can plan a future together and everything. Maybe you'll even be back by my eighteenth birthday."

 
I'm baaaaacckkk.

And I feel the urge to write already!

"I'll miss you, too, Lucy," Asher replied softly, kissing her cheeks, her temples, her hair, her forehead.. He just had to make the most of that for now. "And I'll miss you holding me, singing to me like you always do. And I will miss nights like last night; you and I just being one and the same without a care in the world. And when I get back I'll be as much prepared in giving myself to you as you will to me." He sighed, taking a deep breath. "And from there on, you and I.. We will have a future together and, no matter what happens, I won't miss your eighteenth birthday."

 
Hooray! =D

Lucy climbed out of the cab, then grabbed Asher's suitcase, then handed him his uniform. "Go ahead and change. As horrible as this sounds, I want to see you in it before you go. So the pictures of you won't be too much of a shock, when you start sending them. After you change, I'll walk you to the gate, and I'll... I'll see you off." She sniffled, tears already in her eyes, looking up at him with a sad, soft smile. She wanted to hold him, to repeat the previous night, but she knew it couldn't be. She sent him off to the restroom, sighing.

 
:)

Asher nodded. He asked to leave his suitcase with her while he went to change. The uniform given to him, of course, was mostly for show. Often, when really out there, members of the army who weren't fighting just wore fatigue pants and a camoflage or beige t-shirt. This particular uniform was smart, and it seemed so hugely ironic and horrible to Asher that there were few times that he'd looked more handsome than when he was dressed this way. He returned, carrying his hat in one hand and simply came to embrace her, to comfort her as best as he could for the last moments that they would be together. "Don't cry, baby. I'll come home to you soon."

 
I'm back! it took longer than I thought, we had to take a detour.

Lucy covered her mouth with her hands, surprised and horrified at how handsome he actually did look in his uniform. It made everything suddenly seem real to her. He was actually going away, for a year, to serve overseas, in a war he never wanted to be a part of in the first place. Lucy buried her face in his chest and sobbed loudly, not caring if people thought she was making a spectacle of herself. Of course, there were also many people who probably understood the pain that she was going through. So many people were going to the battlefield, everyone seemed to know someone who was serving. Then, Asher's flight was announced over the intercom. Lucy said, "I love you so much, Asher. Please, write to me as soon as you can!" She kissed him passionately, the tears still stinging her eyes.

 
No problemo :) By the time I'd finished posting everywhere and flicked through my magazine, you were back.

It was only when the flight was announced, and he knew that, now, he really had to leave her. "I'm going to miss you so much," Asher whispered, barely able to raise his voice above that, in fear of it breaking. He kissed her back equally passionately, and he held it until the voice called through the intercom once again. "I have to go now. I love you so much, Lucy. And when I get back, we can forget this, and it'll be like I never went away." There were tears in his own eyes, those piercing blue grey eyes that wouldn't be able to let him see the woman he loved for a whole year. "Goodbye," he said, and then told her again, "I love you."

 
WAHOO! I'm the master of coming right on time =)

"I love you too," she whispered, before he walked away from her, "Until we meet again." She simply watched him go, her heart breaking all the while, with every step he took. The voice on the intercom seemed more like a demon, less like a human. A foul entity meant to rob one of happiness, to rip the fabric of life as one knew it. As she tried to drown out the voices around her, she forced herself not to blink. If she did, she would be missing one more second of him still being near her. But then-- he was out of sight, swallowed by the crowd at the airport. Lucy stood there numbly, the tears simply sliding down her cheeks, dripping onto her clothes.

 
You are, indeed =D

Every step was forced. Something that usually never took any thought at all requires so much effort and discipline, and Asher genuinely had to tell himself to walk every time he needed to take a step. He wanted to turn around right now and just run back to her. Tell her he loved her just one more time. But he would still have to leave again, and it would hurt them both more if he had to do it twice. His hands shook, his knees trembled, and he felt like he could collapse with grief. He dropped down into his seat, not having enough self control to lower himself into it and he covered his face with his hands while he cried for her, the only woman he'd ever loved, and he was leaving her behind.

 
It's a gift, I swear!

Maybe not, but oh well. It's a nice thought, right?

Do you want to go ahead and skip or what?

 
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