Claire De Lune

I do not own "Claire De Lune" by Debussy.

And all the character used here belongs to the awesome Hidekaz Himaruya-sensei.

I own nothing but the plot of the story that popped up in my mind.

Boy x Boy, don't like don't read.

.FraNada.

Canada's POV

It was one of an autumn midnight. I'm wide awake and couldn't sleep after a terrible nightmare. I got up from my bed and walked towards the window. The wind blew away the dried leaves and made rustles noises. I look out and found the road under my apartment was empty and very quiet. It was not a dark alley, and sometimes I like this solitary moment.

I looked up and saw a full moon shines brightly. And a warm feeling suddenly engulfed me. I moved my sofa and faced it towards the window and sat there with my blanket wrapped around me. Although I didn't wear my glasses, the moon was a clear sight. I took one of my photo album and started to open it page by page. There's tons of me and Alfred's photo. When we're young, teenage, and all of the moment we've spent together.

Because it was too quiet, I decided to turned on my phone and played a song. I turned the shuffle mode and clicked play. And I got a classic song titled 'Claire De Lune' or in English 'Moonlight'. Hmm.. What a coincidence, I thought. An image of a man I used to love appear on the next page. He smiled brightly while standing next to me. And then I remember everything we've been through. Everything me and Francis' through.

How he hold me, how he winked his eyes, the way his blue eyes gleamed, how he treats me, how he smiles, how.. He's the only one who notice my existence. I missed the way he sleep next to me each autumn. He made me warmer. He always did. But now I'm alone and he's not there anymore. That's when depression started to crawled on to me again. I hugged the album tight. I gaze at the moon and my eyes started to feel heavy. My head started to feel funny too. Each notes from Claire De Lune lingers in my ears. I don't know for how long I've been in the same position.

Memories of my life seems to flashes at the back of my head. And I finally close my eyes. I feel so light. As if I didn't have any weight. I heard Francis calling me from a distance. As if he was an angel, he came from the light at the end of the tunnel. I don't want this dream to end.

He came to me and hold me close in his arms. When he touched me it feels so real. I could feel his warmth, his scent, every single thing about him that I miss the most. That's when I decided to let go of my consciousness and let myself fall to his arms.

The next morning I was no longer in my room. I'm awake at one of the hospital ward. And Francis was there, sleeping at the edge of my bed, next to me. I was shocked and confused of how did I get here at the first place. A few minutes later Francis was awake and he seems glad that I did. I asked him what happened and he explained to me that last night I lost my conscious due to hypothermia and anemia.

"I passed through your apartment alley and saw you at the window, I thought you were asleep but when your photo album fell down, I began to worry. So I broke in to your room and found you fainted on the sofa. Your body was cold and your face paled. Mon Dieu, Mattieu.. You scared me to death.."

I blinked. I don't remember anything about last night. And so that was what actually happened. But when he hugged me tightly, I just hope it was not a dream.

"I really can't leave you alone, non?" he had a sad smile on his face. A glad one though, that I'm alright. I muttered sorry and look down. But what he asked me then made me almost faint the second time. But this time, it was out of happiness.

"Will you be mine again, mon cher?"

Hello! Felix here! Sorry for the very late updates! Here's a short fic that came to my mind while listening to Claire De Lune by Debussy. It was a masterpiece! 3 Try listen to the song! Thanks for reading! RnR please? ;3