Francis stood, pacing the door to the bedroom they both shared. He knocked on the door. A look of fear on His face. "Arthur? Mon cher...êtes-vous d'accord?" The silence that came from the other side scared him. It was deafening. He felt like he heard a thousand voices screaming to him. He could tell something was wrong. He tried opening the door. Locked. "Arthur!" He banged on the door. A stuttering sad voice came from the other side.
"I-I'm fine!" Lies. He had been in there by himself for hours, crying his eyes out. He pulled out a bottle of pain killers and a razor, after scribbling out a note quickly. He slit both of his wrists. He empties the bottle of pain killers. Swallowing every single one. Each pill, representing one thing he felt was wrong with himself. One by one. The handful of pills became smaller until there were none. Then, down Arthur, and the razor, fell down with a thud.
Francis heard something fall. "Metal...?!" He heard Arthur's body, slam down on the ground. He immediately panicked, kicking the door open. Noticing Arthur on the ground. Laying in a pool of his on blood, the scent filling the air inside the room. Made him sick. He noticed Arthur's tear stained face. He choked out, "Mon Dieu..." He took Arthur into his arms, holding him close. All he could manage to say was, "Why?!" He pulled out his phone, pressed the screen four times before holding it up to his ear. Holding back tears, he took a breath.
"Which emergency service do you require?"
He chocked out. "Ambulance..." Trying not to cry. 'Crying won't accomplish anything...'
Arthur's eyes slowly blinked open. He groaned, quickly shooting up, he looked around the room. "F-Francis?!" He walked by his bedside, shushing him. "W-where am I?"
"You're at the hospital, Mon Cher..." He was happy he had woken up. "Y-you tired to...kill yourself..." The last two words, quieter than the rest. Taking Arthur's hand he began to hold back more tears.
"O-oh..." All Arthur managed to say. He didn't know what to say. "I thought...you'd be happier if I was gone..."
"Promise me... you won't do that again... You scared me..." A tear fell from his eyes. "What made you think I'd want you gone?! I need you!" He tried to stay calm. He didn't want to worry Arthur. "I-I found the note..."
Arthur looked over at Francis. He wanted to apologize. He didn't feel sorry for what he had did. He felt sorry for making Francis upset. "I'm sorry..." Arthur started crying, bursting into tears. "I meant every word I said...in the note..." Arthur took a breath. "Every single word." Francis pulled the note out of his pocket. He read it out loud to Arthur.
"Francis...I love you. You're my everything. I don't know what I'd do without you. You were always there for me...even through my occasional depression, and anxiety...you helped me. And I did nothing for you. I have done nothing for no one. This is why. I have to die. I'll be happier. You will too. Just know I love you. Always and forever."
Arthur cried harder as Francis shushed him, kissing his tears away."If you know...that there are people that are going to miss you...and that you'll miss others...then why? You know I love you...so why?" He spoke calmly. "I'm here for you. And you know that..."
"I wasn't meant for this world...all I do is cause problems...there's nothing good about me..." Arthur eventually stopped crying.
"Mon Cher...what's the point of telling me about your past if you won't be able to let it go?" He had stroked Arthurs face in an attempt to keep him calm.
Arthur didn't know what to say. He had did this to try to escape his past. "I...I don't know. I just realized I've done absolutely nothing to help anyone..." He sighed sadly. "After all the help you gave to me... And..." France cut him off.
"Its okay mon cher. I understand... Please just promise me you won't do anything like this again... I know it hurts... All these memories. But they're in the past now. There is nothing to worry about." Francis smiled warmly. "You can't leave. I won't let you. Not like this."
Arthur nodded. "I promise. Never again."
A.N.: well this is finished. Tell me what you think. All comments and constructive criticism is appreciated, but all flames will be reported. This is my first FrUK, and I've never been good at the whole writing thing...