"My dearest, Arthur! Please, come back!" Arthur stormed into the room with Francis chasing after him.

"Bugger off Francis! How dare you take bloody advantage of me like that? This is why no one wants to be with you!" Arthur snapped, causing then Frenchman to recoil with a heartbroken look on his face.

"Mon cher, Arthur... I-I would never t-take advantage of you and I did not. If you recall, you wanted it, I cou-could see it i-in your eyes. I know you... l-love me as I love you!" Francis replied quietly, forcing back several sobs and tears.

Light pink dusted the Englishman's cheeks at Francis' last few words, but it was gone as quickly as it had came. "No Francis. Just leave me alone! I hate you and I will never love someone as flamboyant as you so bugger off!" Arthur's words stung Francis painfully.

He couldn't take it any more, it hurt so badly... For the first time in his life, Francis actually cried in someone's presence. Crystal drops trickled down the French nation's perfectly sculpted face as he ran. Ran away as far from the house as he possibly could; never once turning back for fear of being stung by the neighbouring nation's words once again. Muttering the same thing over and over as he ran, "Je vous aime... Je vous aime, Arthur... Je vous aime..." Leaving a stunned Arthur in the living room with mixed emotions, chocking back the tears instantly regretting everything he said...

Francis ran away, never looking back. He shook his head furiously, squeezing his eyes shut and pushed onwards, not once slowing. 'Pourquoi vous ne pouvez pas comprendre, Arthur? Je vous aime...' He thought to himself over and over, he tried to force the thought out of his head but unfortunately had no such luck. Francis was beginning to wonder if the world, no, if Arthur would be better off if he was gone. 'Yes, perhaps everyone would be better off if I was gone... All I ever seem to do is annoy them and piss them off. I do not think they would mind if I died... Arthur might be happy then. He hates me, he wants me to leave him alone. I-'

-tires screeching-

Crash.

Francis' vision went black.

'I-is that? A-am I d-dead?'

Darkness all around him with nothing but a small white light, a soft, pleasant warmth emanating from it.

'It's so beautiful...'

He walked up to the light, reaching out to touch it...

"Francis? Francis, please wake up right now! I'm so scared... Please don't- don't leave me. Please Francis, I'm begging you!"

'W-who was that? It sounds... familiar.'

It all clicked into place.

'A-Arthur? I-Is that you? Arthur!'

He turned and ran, as fast as his legs could carry him. Turning and running back into the darkness to find his way back to the man he loved.

Bam. Wall.

'I c-can't... Arthur I can't g-get through!' He called in vain. No one could hear him, he was alone in the thick black.

Panicking, he forced all of his weight into the wall.

Falling.

Darkness. Never ending darkness.

Francis opened his sapphire eyes, but there was something different about them. They well dull, lifeless. They no longer shone the way they used to. He felt someone clinging onto him, warm tears on shoulder.

"Ar...thur? I-is that... you?" Francis breathed out painfully. His whole body ached terribly.

"F-Francis! You're awake!" Arthur sobbed, holding the Frenchman closer. Their eyes met; Emerald and Sapphire. Noticing the light no longer there in Francis' eyes Arthur frowned, but pushed the thought aside for now.

Attempting to sit up, Francis grimaced in pain. "Where... Where am I? What h-happened?" He wheezed out, the strain on his chest knocked the breath out of him.

"In the hospital, Francis. You were in a car accident. Apparently you ran straight out into the road. What the hell where you thinking you bloody idiot? The fact that you're a nation is the reason you aren't dead right now!" More tears fell endlessly onto the hospital bed.

'Did I really try to kill myself?... I-I don't... remember.' Francis turned away, not bearing to see the man he loved cry for him. 'Why do you... Why do you shed your tears for me? I thought you hated me. You do hate me.' A single tear dripped from the corner of Francis' blue eye.

"How... bad are my injuries?" Francis winced, sitting up he gritted his teeth so as to not let out a cry of pain. It felt as thought he was being stabbed all over a thousand times.

"W-well, you have three broken ribs - one of which pierced a lung, slight nerve damage to your spine - but nothing too severe, a deeps gash on your right thigh and numerous cuts and bruises everywhere else... Please, don't you ever scare me like that again!" Arthur cradled Francis close, not daring to let go for fear he might lose the French nation, burying his head in Francis' shoulder.

"B-Because I l-love you so, so much..." Arthur clung on tighter to the man he loved.