Take Me Home

19. Roger

Freya's P.O.V-

Freya stood in front of the wooden door, hesitating as the person knocked three more times. She looked back at the closet and she could see Axel peeking out of the small space from where she had left the door cracked. Taking a deep breath, she turned and unlatched the door, opening it.

Roger stood on the porch, one hand on the wall as he waited. He raised his eyebrows at Freya, looking past her and into the house. Freya frowned and she began closing the door, the last person she wanted to see at the moment was Roger. Standing there with that arrogant look on his face, acting like he was in charge...

He put a hand on the door and pushed it back open as she tried to close it. Freya rolled her eyes and stepped back.

"What do you want?" She asked coldly, her warmness vanishing within the second she had seen him.

Roger sighed, looking at her with an exasperated expression. "Oh, I don't know. Making sure that you're okay and that the little soldier hasn't escaped." He replied, his voice sharp and husky as he turned cold as well.

Freya met his hazel eyes, anger bubbling up inside her as she remembered walking into the barn and seeing Roger standing over Axel, sneering as he raised his hand to strike him with the hammer. Freya narrowed her blue eyes and shook her head.

"Were fine. Thanks." She turned, closing the door but stopped whenever Roger refused to let it close. She spun back to him, eyes blazing as he stood there,his boot lodged between the door and the wall.

"What do you want?" She asked, raising her voice.

"I want to talk to Axel." Roger replied simply, looking past Freya as she heard movement behind her. She turned around, seeing Axel open the closet and step out, supporting himself by holding onto the wall.

Freya blinked, taking in Axel's expression. He stood taller, looking directly at Roger with a serious face. He didn't look scared at all, just determined and calm. His green eyes flickered to hers and he nodded.

"F-fine." Freya stammered, opening up the door and allowing Roger to walk into the room. He set a bag down, near the door, and then stood there, staring at Axel.

Uncomfortable, Freya walked over to Axel, letting him put his arm around her as she helped him back to the main room. Roger muttered something under his breath and followed, sitting on a chair opposite of the sofa where Freya and Axel sat. Axel rearranged his sitting position so his ankle was more comfortable and cleared his throat, looking straight ahead at Roger. Freya picked up the pie container and moved it aside, then sat near Axel. She watching as he patted his bandage, which was still wrapped around his head, then he raised his eyebrows at Roger.

Roger looked down. "Yeah, well, sorry about that." He muttered loud enough for the two to hear. His brown hair was wavy as normal, he wore a thin grey shirt and pants along with the boots.

"Don't matter." Axel replied quietly, looking down for a moment. His voice was a little shaky, but he kept the brave face on.

"It's getting better." Freya updated Roger, brushing a strand of loose hair aside the braid she had put her hair into. She waited for the two to talk, but Roger was quiet for a few moments.

Axel waited too, tapping his good foot on the ground as he looked around. Then, Axel looked at Roger, eyes narrowing.

"Why did the America join?" He asked Roger, although he probably had read why in the newspaper. Roger looked up at Axel, confusion in his eyes as he listened to Axel's question.

"Uh, well. Japan attacked Pearl Harbor and killed a bunch of people, along with wiping out a navy base. So America is going to get them back and form an alliance with us." Roger replied slowly, head tilted slightly as his expression was still confused.