Hello! Thought I might give a quick introduction of myself and this book! To be honest this gets sad, extremely sad. But I'll keep this bit I'd thought I might keep it somewhat happy since I need to explain something.. This AU was a team up by me and mariadraws_ on instagram. So I am not willing to take full credit since they had the original idea! So please if you are going to say a compliment please tell both of us! Enjoy I guess!

Arthur's point of view

It has only been a few days since his death and here I am hugging his tombstone bawling my eyes out at the fact I'll never see him again. I miss his bright blue eyes already and even if he were he I wouldn't be able to see him because I've been blinded by my tears from the hysterical crying from the past thirty minutes. But I couldn't help that I won't see that smile that could light up the darkest depth of this cruel world.

I felt a warm hand grasp my shoulder, I looked up to see a blurry man with blonde locks falling from the sides of his head. I think it was Francis, I was almost about to cling on to him from my loss but I still had my instincts knowing to avoid that.

"Arthur, we should go." His French accent was so thick there is no doubt it was Francis, "Mattheu is in the car waiting for us." I slightly nod. Sniffling, I slowly let go of grave where Alfred was. Francis wrapped his arm around my shoulders and walked me over to the car, slowly.

"I bet where ever Alfred is, he is still in love with you." Francis was trying to create small talk before reaching the parking lot.

"The feeling is mutual." I almost choked on my words.

"But you need to get back out there eventually, you shouldn't die alone."

"Easier said then done." I want to shift away he was making me uncomfortable with the topic of mushy love.

"Non, many love you. You deserve someone."

My eyes started to tear, "but I just want my Alfred back."

There was a brief silence before Francis decided to say something Earth shattering.

"How about I be your Alfred?"

I stopped walking with him, start dating again? Already? With him of all people? I was starting to run in circles inside my head before coming to a conclusion.

"You know what? Fine I accept. I'm taking up on your offer." I choked on 'fine', was I really going to start dating again so easily? Does Alfred mean that little to me?

Francis looked startled, "wait really? You aren't joking?"

"Yes, I'm serious." I looked at him straight in the eye. His face lit up and he quickly picked me up and pecked me on the lips. I didn't know how to react. I just tried to smile.

He put me back on ground and continued to walk me over to the car.