I am going to take this as a Historical French Revolution AU :3

—  The bright July air made a long film of sweat grown up Fili’s face. His mind was fogged not only from exhaustion but also by the hunger in his stomach. 

—     A talk of a revolution had grown and people had planned to storm the Bastille that afternoon. Fili thought it was all nonsense, but something told him that he had to participate. He looked over at his brother and frowned as his gazed traveled past the brown hair man.

—     “We cannot afford to have that much bread gone to waste, look at the bugs on it now.” Fili scolded, nodding towards the small bite sized piece of bread sitting on the table.