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Arthur stares at Francis a bit annoyed and angry, he bit his lip hard, ".....I..I can't believe you!! I heard about your little relationship with Spain.....you fucking....betrayer! I can't believe I trusted you! I thought I would give آپ a chance and finally go out with you, but I guess I was wrong. You're a fucking cheating bastard!!!", He growled.
Francis frowns and shakes his head, his blonde hair swinging in the air, "Mon amour, it's not true! I wouldn't betray آپ like zat!"
".....Don't lie to me!! I saw a picture of آپ kissing Spain..", he mumbled and tried to hold his anger "You...you bastard!!"
Francis reaches a shakey hand out to him, "Amour....it's not true....please....you `ave to believe me, zomeone must `ave zet me up..."
He slaps his hands and walks back, "Shut up! آپ wanker!! I should have known آپ would mess this up, everyone always leaves me.....everyone...I'm better off alone!" he shouts and grits his teeth against each other.
Francis frowns and holds his redden hand, "Arthur...please...believe me...please, je'taime...je'taime...I wouldn't do zat to you..please آپ `ave to believe me.."
"NO, G-Go away you...you fucking wanker! I...I never want to see آپ again!!...You bastard...I...I wouldn't...I wouldn't even care if آپ died!!", Arthur growls loud and slaps the Frenchman's cheek hard.
Francis' eyes widen and holds his red cheek, for the first time in many years he starts to cry in front of someone "...A-Arthur..." He turns around and heads out the door, running as fast as he can down the سٹریٹ, گلی not looking back.
Arthur trembled and stared down, "..damn....bastard....", he cried.
Eyes full of tears, Francis runs down the سٹریٹ, گلی "He hates me, after we finally started to get along. Arthur, mon amour, why didn't آپ believe me! Why would آپ zink I would do zat to you! After all zoughs years we spend together, آپ zink I would leave آپ now! F-First Jeanne.....now Arthur...why do ze people I love ze most leave me!! I....I want...I want to die!!" Suddenly tires screech, head lights flash, a loud crash, and finally darkness over take him. Francis' mind races 'Am.....am I dead?....I...I can't see anything....where am I?...I can't hear anyone...Arthur....Arthur!'
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Arthur heard loud noises outside, he got off the سوفی, لٹانا and walks to the door. He walks outside to the crowd of people gathering. He taps one of them on the shoulder. "Hey, what happened?"
The man looks at him, "Some fool walked right into the سٹریٹ, گلی and got hit. They're taking him to the ایمبولینس right now."
Arthur دل raised, 'N-No...it couldn't be him...' his worst fears were realized as he looked over at the man laying in the stretcher, Francis was laying knocked out and broken in the ambulance.
The Brit's eye widen and he tries to push threw the crowd, "Francis!! God, please no! Francis!!"
A policeman stops him, holding him back, "Sir, آپ can't go over there."
Arthur didn't care, he tried to push past him "I don't bloody care! Get out of my way!"
The policeman tries to calm him down, "They are taking him to the hospital, if آپ want to see him, آپ can go there"
Arthur let out a choked sob, sliding to the floor. "T-This.....this is all my fault...Francis..."
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The hours went by, Francis was taken to the hospital and after they were done doing everything they can for him, they left him alone in his room. The Frenchman groans softly, body acing all over "Ar....Ar....thur..."
England couldn't bring himself to go into the hospital, he didn't know how he could face his lover after all he کہا to him. Arthur hasn't slept well, everyone could see that. No matter how many people told him it wasn't his fault, it still didn't make him feel better. Also finding out that the picture of Francis kissing Spain was photoshopped didn't make him feel better either.
Finally after a few days he was able to bring himself to go see Francis. Going into the pale colored hospital room and sitting in a chair beside his injuried lover.
Francis has been knocked out since it happened, his body was covered in bandages and his arm was in a cast.
Arthur tears up a bit. "..P-please...w-wake up...s-stupid..", he bit his lip hard and trembled, touching his lovers cold hand.
Francis looks around in the darkness 'Arthur?' he tries to claw his way out and get to him 'I...I can't...Arthur...it's so dark...' He keeps trying despritly to get him, climbing out of the darkness. Soon he starts to see a light 'Arthur?!' His eyes open slightly, his voice comes out rather cracked "A-Ar....thur?"
The blonde startled and stares at the Frenchman. "....F-Francis...thank...t-thank god..", he mumbled into his arm.
Francis breathes shakely, his eyes having lost it's lively and friendly glow. "Ar...thur...I....I'm...s-sorry..."
The Brit stares at him, noticing the lifelessness of his lovers eyes, but shakes it off. "..W-what are آپ talking about...you shouldn't be sorry آپ git...w-wait..don't talk...", he mumbled and glanced at Francis again, concerned and sad.
The Frenchman holds his hand weakly "I...I....I m-made آپ mad...m-made you....`ate me....I-I'm s-sorry...I...I promised I w-would...m-make آپ `appy...b-but...I...I f-failed...I...I'm so s-sorry..."
Francis' words made the Brit cry, "....Y-You stupid...b-bastard...I love آپ the most....you're bloody stupid..."
Francis breathes softly and looks at him "Y-You...d-don't...`ate me?"
He nods "....I don't hate you...and...I..I found out that...that picture was a fake....I'm so sorry...I should have believed you..", leaning down and hugging his lover gently.
Francis' eyes close slightly and smiles shakely "So....y-you believe me? Arthur....I-I love you...I...I would...would never `urt آپ like z-zat." he starts to cough.
The Brit's eyes widen "...F-Francis...I..I love آپ so much....", he trembled, "...P-Please...h-hang on..."
The Frenchman reaches up slowly and strokes Arthur's cheek, moving his thumb over his lips lightly "A-Arthur...."
His green eyes stare at Francis' blue ones, tears flowing down his cheeks. Francis' breathe hitches in his throat "I...I...I l-love you..."
Arthur grabs his lovers hand and kisses it. "....I-I know....F-Francis....please...don't talk..save your strength"
The Frenchman's eyes are hardly open now, his breathe getting weaker "Zo tired....`urts....`urts everywhere....zo tired..."
Arthur stiffens up, ".....Y-you're going to be okay...right.."
He looks up at him, smiles weakly "Arthur....my Arthur~.....`ow I'll miss you....A-Arthur....mon amour..."
Arthur starts to shake, "....W-what..d-do آپ mean...you're going to be fine...stupid...you're going to be fine, آپ have the best military record in Europe...you're strong...you're going to be ok..", he tightens his grip on his lover's hand.
Francis coughes and shakes slightly, "A-Arthur....please....d-don't...don't blame y-yourself....I...I love y-you...so...so much....a-and....r-remember...I...I..w-will....will always b-be with you..."
"...N-No....Francis!", Arthur cries and yells hard. "....No..don't go...you...you are a country!..Think of your people, think about me!"
Francis gulps for air, body shaking "I....I don't....don't want to go....I...I want to be with y-you...."
Arthur gulps his tears and his lip trembles, "...B-Bastard! Y-You can't leave me alone..", he puts his lips on the Frenchman's and kisses him gently.
Francis blushes dark red, shocked سے طرف کی his action. "Mmm?" he closes eyes and kisses back with the best of his power.
Arthur blushes too and trembles at the same time. He was so scared, the blonde has been wanting to kiss his lover like this forever, he couldn't loose him now. Francis shivers and holds his hand, kissing back weaker. The Brit opens his eyes and stares into the Frenchman's eyes. Francis looks back into his eyes, lips part away slightly.
The Brit leans back and blushes. Francis smiles weakly and lays back against the تکیا "Arthur....z-zank you...f-for...everything..."
Arthur's eyes widen more, tears drop on the Frenchman's face, "...Y-You can't leave me..."
Francis' eyes start to slowly close "P-Please...don't...c-cry....I...I d-don't want...t-to see آپ cry..."
Arthur couldn't stop his crying. "...I...can't...I love آپ too much Francis.."
The broken Frenchman reaches a hand up and rubs his cheek "I....I love آپ too....I always `ave...and...I always w-will...Black Sheep~" he grins weakly.
The blonde finally for a moment stops his crying and tries to smile. Francis smiles back weakly, "Je'taime....Angleterre...je'taime" his chest falls and raises one مزید time before stopping, hand falls to his side.
Arthur trembles, "...F-Francis....FRANCIS!!", he shouts out loudly, trembling hard. The Brit falls on سب, سب سے اوپر of his lovers lifeless body, sobbing loudly into his chest. Holding onto him tightly, so nobody could take him away from him.
--
A young Arthur sits اگلے to the young Frenchman سے طرف کی their پسندیدہ river. He looks at him, green eyes shining "Hey...Francis...where do countries go when they die?"
Francis looks at him, surprized سے طرف کی the question, but smiles at him "Well....zey go into ze `eart of ze people who love zem of course....zey live on in zeir `earts~"
The Brit rolls his eyes, "You're such a git....stupid Frog"
The Frenchman chuckles, ruffling his hair "So are you....Black Sheep~"
'I love you, I always have....and I always will..'
Arthur stares at Francis a bit annoyed and angry, he bit his lip hard, ".....I..I can't believe you!! I heard about your little relationship with Spain.....you fucking....betrayer! I can't believe I trusted you! I thought I would give آپ a chance and finally go out with you, but I guess I was wrong. You're a fucking cheating bastard!!!", He growled.
Francis frowns and shakes his head, his blonde hair swinging in the air, "Mon amour, it's not true! I wouldn't betray آپ like zat!"
".....Don't lie to me!! I saw a picture of آپ kissing Spain..", he mumbled and tried to hold his anger "You...you bastard!!"
Francis reaches a shakey hand out to him, "Amour....it's not true....please....you `ave to believe me, zomeone must `ave zet me up..."
He slaps his hands and walks back, "Shut up! آپ wanker!! I should have known آپ would mess this up, everyone always leaves me.....everyone...I'm better off alone!" he shouts and grits his teeth against each other.
Francis frowns and holds his redden hand, "Arthur...please...believe me...please, je'taime...je'taime...I wouldn't do zat to you..please آپ `ave to believe me.."
"NO, G-Go away you...you fucking wanker! I...I never want to see آپ again!!...You bastard...I...I wouldn't...I wouldn't even care if آپ died!!", Arthur growls loud and slaps the Frenchman's cheek hard.
Francis' eyes widen and holds his red cheek, for the first time in many years he starts to cry in front of someone "...A-Arthur..." He turns around and heads out the door, running as fast as he can down the سٹریٹ, گلی not looking back.
Arthur trembled and stared down, "..damn....bastard....", he cried.
Eyes full of tears, Francis runs down the سٹریٹ, گلی "He hates me, after we finally started to get along. Arthur, mon amour, why didn't آپ believe me! Why would آپ zink I would do zat to you! After all zoughs years we spend together, آپ zink I would leave آپ now! F-First Jeanne.....now Arthur...why do ze people I love ze most leave me!! I....I want...I want to die!!" Suddenly tires screech, head lights flash, a loud crash, and finally darkness over take him. Francis' mind races 'Am.....am I dead?....I...I can't see anything....where am I?...I can't hear anyone...Arthur....Arthur!'
--
Arthur heard loud noises outside, he got off the سوفی, لٹانا and walks to the door. He walks outside to the crowd of people gathering. He taps one of them on the shoulder. "Hey, what happened?"
The man looks at him, "Some fool walked right into the سٹریٹ, گلی and got hit. They're taking him to the ایمبولینس right now."
Arthur دل raised, 'N-No...it couldn't be him...' his worst fears were realized as he looked over at the man laying in the stretcher, Francis was laying knocked out and broken in the ambulance.
The Brit's eye widen and he tries to push threw the crowd, "Francis!! God, please no! Francis!!"
A policeman stops him, holding him back, "Sir, آپ can't go over there."
Arthur didn't care, he tried to push past him "I don't bloody care! Get out of my way!"
The policeman tries to calm him down, "They are taking him to the hospital, if آپ want to see him, آپ can go there"
Arthur let out a choked sob, sliding to the floor. "T-This.....this is all my fault...Francis..."
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The hours went by, Francis was taken to the hospital and after they were done doing everything they can for him, they left him alone in his room. The Frenchman groans softly, body acing all over "Ar....Ar....thur..."
England couldn't bring himself to go into the hospital, he didn't know how he could face his lover after all he کہا to him. Arthur hasn't slept well, everyone could see that. No matter how many people told him it wasn't his fault, it still didn't make him feel better. Also finding out that the picture of Francis kissing Spain was photoshopped didn't make him feel better either.
Finally after a few days he was able to bring himself to go see Francis. Going into the pale colored hospital room and sitting in a chair beside his injuried lover.
Francis has been knocked out since it happened, his body was covered in bandages and his arm was in a cast.
Arthur tears up a bit. "..P-please...w-wake up...s-stupid..", he bit his lip hard and trembled, touching his lovers cold hand.
Francis looks around in the darkness 'Arthur?' he tries to claw his way out and get to him 'I...I can't...Arthur...it's so dark...' He keeps trying despritly to get him, climbing out of the darkness. Soon he starts to see a light 'Arthur?!' His eyes open slightly, his voice comes out rather cracked "A-Ar....thur?"
The blonde startled and stares at the Frenchman. "....F-Francis...thank...t-thank god..", he mumbled into his arm.
Francis breathes shakely, his eyes having lost it's lively and friendly glow. "Ar...thur...I....I'm...s-sorry..."
The Brit stares at him, noticing the lifelessness of his lovers eyes, but shakes it off. "..W-what are آپ talking about...you shouldn't be sorry آپ git...w-wait..don't talk...", he mumbled and glanced at Francis again, concerned and sad.
The Frenchman holds his hand weakly "I...I....I m-made آپ mad...m-made you....`ate me....I-I'm s-sorry...I...I promised I w-would...m-make آپ `appy...b-but...I...I f-failed...I...I'm so s-sorry..."
Francis' words made the Brit cry, "....Y-You stupid...b-bastard...I love آپ the most....you're bloody stupid..."
Francis breathes softly and looks at him "Y-You...d-don't...`ate me?"
He nods "....I don't hate you...and...I..I found out that...that picture was a fake....I'm so sorry...I should have believed you..", leaning down and hugging his lover gently.
Francis' eyes close slightly and smiles shakely "So....y-you believe me? Arthur....I-I love you...I...I would...would never `urt آپ like z-zat." he starts to cough.
The Brit's eyes widen "...F-Francis...I..I love آپ so much....", he trembled, "...P-Please...h-hang on..."
The Frenchman reaches up slowly and strokes Arthur's cheek, moving his thumb over his lips lightly "A-Arthur...."
His green eyes stare at Francis' blue ones, tears flowing down his cheeks. Francis' breathe hitches in his throat "I...I...I l-love you..."
Arthur grabs his lovers hand and kisses it. "....I-I know....F-Francis....please...don't talk..save your strength"
The Frenchman's eyes are hardly open now, his breathe getting weaker "Zo tired....`urts....`urts everywhere....zo tired..."
Arthur stiffens up, ".....Y-you're going to be okay...right.."
He looks up at him, smiles weakly "Arthur....my Arthur~.....`ow I'll miss you....A-Arthur....mon amour..."
Arthur starts to shake, "....W-what..d-do آپ mean...you're going to be fine...stupid...you're going to be fine, آپ have the best military record in Europe...you're strong...you're going to be ok..", he tightens his grip on his lover's hand.
Francis coughes and shakes slightly, "A-Arthur....please....d-don't...don't blame y-yourself....I...I love y-you...so...so much....a-and....r-remember...I...I..w-will....will always b-be with you..."
"...N-No....Francis!", Arthur cries and yells hard. "....No..don't go...you...you are a country!..Think of your people, think about me!"
Francis gulps for air, body shaking "I....I don't....don't want to go....I...I want to be with y-you...."
Arthur gulps his tears and his lip trembles, "...B-Bastard! Y-You can't leave me alone..", he puts his lips on the Frenchman's and kisses him gently.
Francis blushes dark red, shocked سے طرف کی his action. "Mmm?" he closes eyes and kisses back with the best of his power.
Arthur blushes too and trembles at the same time. He was so scared, the blonde has been wanting to kiss his lover like this forever, he couldn't loose him now. Francis shivers and holds his hand, kissing back weaker. The Brit opens his eyes and stares into the Frenchman's eyes. Francis looks back into his eyes, lips part away slightly.
The Brit leans back and blushes. Francis smiles weakly and lays back against the تکیا "Arthur....z-zank you...f-for...everything..."
Arthur's eyes widen more, tears drop on the Frenchman's face, "...Y-You can't leave me..."
Francis' eyes start to slowly close "P-Please...don't...c-cry....I...I d-don't want...t-to see آپ cry..."
Arthur couldn't stop his crying. "...I...can't...I love آپ too much Francis.."
The broken Frenchman reaches a hand up and rubs his cheek "I....I love آپ too....I always `ave...and...I always w-will...Black Sheep~" he grins weakly.
The blonde finally for a moment stops his crying and tries to smile. Francis smiles back weakly, "Je'taime....Angleterre...je'taime" his chest falls and raises one مزید time before stopping, hand falls to his side.
Arthur trembles, "...F-Francis....FRANCIS!!", he shouts out loudly, trembling hard. The Brit falls on سب, سب سے اوپر of his lovers lifeless body, sobbing loudly into his chest. Holding onto him tightly, so nobody could take him away from him.
--
A young Arthur sits اگلے to the young Frenchman سے طرف کی their پسندیدہ river. He looks at him, green eyes shining "Hey...Francis...where do countries go when they die?"
Francis looks at him, surprized سے طرف کی the question, but smiles at him "Well....zey go into ze `eart of ze people who love zem of course....zey live on in zeir `earts~"
The Brit rolls his eyes, "You're such a git....stupid Frog"
The Frenchman chuckles, ruffling his hair "So are you....Black Sheep~"
'I love you, I always have....and I always will..'
