Francis frowned, knocking loudly on the man's door for what felt like the one hundredth time. He bit his lip nervously, hoping against hope that he was home. He leaned against the outside railing, sighing. Francis needed to talk to him. Soon. Yes, it was pretty late but he knew Arthur wouldn't mind. Too much.

Arthur started awake, the book he had been previously reading slipping off his nose. What the bloody... He sighed and stood, going to the door. He peeked out, groaned, and then opened the door. "What?"

Francis smiled gently at Arthur, though pain still shone in his eyes. His smile disappeared. He didn't look like himself, his hair messy and his clothes rumpled. "Bonjour, Arthur." He greeted, his voice lacking the usual 'Francis tone'.

Arthur yawned again, looking the man over. "Christ, Francis, you look like hell. Come in, then." He waved him inside, holding the door open.

Francis gratefully did so, stepping into Arthur's familiar home. He slumped against the wall beside the door tiredly. He didn't feel well.

"I'll go make us some tea..." Arthur offered.

Francis grabbed Arthur's sleeve. "Please... Don't leave." He knew it was childish, seeing as Arthur would just be in the other room but somehow having Arthur near made him feel a million times better. He didn't want to lose the feeling.

Arthur stared at the man for a few long moments, then sighed through his nose and stooped down. He reached around his back and under his knees, scooped him up and stood, then sat on the couch with him in his lap.

Francis didn't process the fact that he was picked up until Arthur sat down with him. Arthur picked him up? Why would he...

"Alright, what's gotten into you?" Arthur asked, stabbing into Francis' train of thoughts.

"Nothing's gotten into me." He argued, smiling again. He contemplated leaning against Arthur's chest, in the end deciding to do so. He leaned over gently, placing his head on Arthur's shoulder, his left side pressed up against Arthur's chest. He felt so... Safe there.

Arthur laid a hand on Francis' hip, and used the other to play with his hair. He always did enjoy touching Francis' hair. On the rare occasions he got to, anyways. "Come now. You don't look like you, you don't sound like you, and your smiles are dreadfully depressing. I want my Francis smiles back. So what is it? Out with it, then!"

Francis sighed. Time to get everything off his chest. "W-well... I did something terrible today..." He started, his voice slightly shaky. He wanted to tell Arthur straight out what was wrong but he just couldn't do it. He didn't have the words, nor the heart to do that.

Arthur's hand stilled. "Oh... Alright," he murmured, a little worried now. What could he possibly had done to make him so...upset? He shifted, pulling the Frenchman closer. Only then did Arthur continue stroking Francis' hair.

"I tried to... Take my own life..." Francis whispered the last part, making it barely audible. He took a shaky breath, willing himself not to start crying. He couldn't cry now, not in front of Arthur. His pride wouldn't allow it. Plus, he has already cried enough when he was alone.

Arthur looked at him, eyes wide with horror. "N-no," he gasped, shaking his head. He clutched Francis' shoulders. "No! No, don't you ever do that again! Don't you ever leave me! Do you hear me?! Never!" He hugged the Frenchman to his chest. "Don't you ever take that away from me."

Francis buried his face in Arthur's shirt, grabbing the fabric tightly, yet still gently, in his fists. Arthur's reaction threw him over the edge, tears starting to overflow his eyes. "Je suis desolé, Arthur. Trés desolé..." He apologized into Arthur's shirt.

Arthur started rocking him gently, back and forth. "Why?" he asked, his voice cracking. A few tears slipped down his cheeks. "Why would you, of all people...? I thought you were happy."

Francis looked up at Arthur and shook his head. Though it may have seemed he was happy, he wasn't. "Antonio and Gilbert they...started hanging out with other people... Calling me rapist, whore and slut... My parents can't stand me after I told them I was bisexual... No one else cares except for you, Arthur. You are the reason I'm not dead right now." He admitted.

"I'll kill them," Arthur snarled. "They're your friends, how dare they? How dare they say that about you?! Your parents... Well, I can't do much about them. They're just going to have to deal with it."

"Non it's okay Arthur. They aren't even my friends anymore. Don't kill them..." Though Francis knew Arthur was exaggerating, he just didn't want him to do anything to the other two. If they ever found out he tried to commit suicide...

"They should at least know. They have a right to, don't they? I mean, I know they're not a big part of your life anymore, but maybe it would help..."

"No." Francis replied bluntly. "No one knows of this but you and I, Oui?" He didn't want this going public. He knew Gilbert and Antonio. They would tell everyone about this and his social life would be done. Over. Kaput.

"Don't they worry even a little about you?" Arthur asked, horrified anew. "Please tell me they care at least a little!"

Francis shook his head. "They... Did things to me I would rather not speak of..." He admitted; something he's never told anyone. He never really was friends with the two except for when they first met.

"Did things to you?" Arthur asked, paying no heed to the previously mentioned fact that Francis didn't want to talk about it.

"They... They... ils peuvent ou peuvent ne pas être... m'a violée..." He muttered in French, half hoping that Arthur could speak French and comfort him.

Arthur mentally panicked. How DARE they do that. That not legal. Oh my god, what the fuck do I say? Francis... "Francis..." Arthur murmured, his gut telling him to do something.

And so he did something.

The first thing his instincts told him to do.

Arthur leaned down, and kissed Francis.

AN.

Fixed the formatting problems.

Translations:

Je suis desole: I'm sorry (Litterally I am sorry)

ils peuvent ou peuvent ne pas être... m'a violée: They may or may not have... Raped me.

I think that's it for this chappie xD

See ya!

PDP-APH-Fan~