19##, french transer france was in front of the french troop, welcoming them to en other day of hell france: "welcome back my brave soilder- WHAT THE HELL-"

in the middle of the line, she saw her brother, vichy holding someone- nah that guy who he was holding was wear a german uniform- wait- that's weimar- weimar: "hello :3"

france: "what is that, boy?!" vichy: "it's my lover weimar, ma'am"

france: "he's wearing the uniform of the enemy, boy" vichy: "i meet him on the battelfild, ma'am, love at the first see"