Pairing: ArthurxFrancis (EnglandxFrance)
A/N:
Something I put together yesterday. Please do enjoy!


Just a Dream

Slowly he opened his eyes, just as the bed dipped slightly.

Through the red curtains seeped the sun, making the reds and creams of the room even warmer than they really were.

The room was still warm from the body heat of the late night activities of a couple, as the sun had not let it cool down as it arose earlier now that it was summer outside. It felt so good, waking up to the birds singing...

He smelt the scent of Earl Grey and freshly baked bread, and saw, little to his surprise a silver tray on the nightstand - breakfast in bed again. There was nothing that could win over a perfect breakfast...

Closing his eyes as he turned his head back to face the ceiling, he stretched his arms a little, and when he opened them again...

Two warm eyes, only half closed and adorned with thick lashes, stared down at him. The messy, blonde locks shone golden, framing the feminine, stubbled face and hiding it like a curtain of waves so that no one but the man below could see it.

"Bonjour, mon marie...~" whispered Francis, gently, almost carefully as to not break something. He was standing on all fours over his lover, his being nude except from the unbuttoned shirt with rolled up sleeves.

Arthur smiled, and slowly reached up to move some hair out of the frenchman's face. He hoped Francis would never cut his hair... It was so soft, despite being so messy...

"Good morning, dear... Nice view..." he replied just as softly, earning a soft giggle.

Francis lowered himself down so that he could press their lips together in a slow, loving kiss, not minding the arms that wrapped around his waist.

"...!"

Arthur blinked, and broke the kiss. What was that sound? "Francis... Did you hear that?"

"'ear vhat, cher?"

"...ur!"

"That!"

Francis looked at him, confused, and took his face into his slender hands. "Arthur, cher, I 'ear nothing. Or..."

The noise was getting louder, and it was Arthur's time to look surprised.

"What? Or...?"

"You..." began Francis, his eyes suddenly turning sad, his hands slowly sliding down to Arthur's neck. "Keep in mind zhat I love you... Alright...?"

A tear rolled down the frenchman's cheek, as his hands locked themselves around the brit's neck.

Suddenly, Arthur was staring straight into the eyes of his sworn enemy who had in the blink of an eye replaced his love -

Germany squeezed the throat.

"He's mine you British bastard-!"

"Arthur!" roared Alfred as he shook the brit to life by the shoulders. "What the hell man- finally you're awake! We've got to get moving, someone said they sighted some german troops. I can't believe you can sleep so deeply in a situation like this!"

Arthur stared at the american with big, shocked eyes. Then they wandered around, his face showing nothing but devastation.

No summer. No breakfast. No bed. No Francis.

Just the military uniforms. Blood. Dirt. Rain. Later it would be screams and bombs and gunshots.

Death.

He came to realise for the millionth time, that Francis was still in the hands of that Germany and that the life he missed so much, was still a far away dream...

And the thought just crushed him more and more every time.

The End