Francis skidded to a halt in Arthurs driveway, he could tell from there that the front door had been forced open from the outside. He ran towards the house, he didnt even bother to turn his car off. "Arthur!" He cried running down the narrow hallway "Arthur!" Please don't let him be too late. He stopped infront of the bedroom door, he tried to turn the handle but it was locked. He took a step back and kicked down the front door. All he saw was blood. It was smeared everywhere, you could tell where the fight started and where it ended. "Arthur?" he muttered looking around the bedroom, he had to find him or the English would die of blood loss. Then he saw him, laying in a pool of his own blood by the balcony. "Arthur" he cried running towards his friend, no...his love. He knelt down in the blood, he didnt care if it stained his clothes. "Don't leave me, Arthur!" He said gently rolling him onto his back, faded green eyes looked up at the ceiling "Arthur!" The Britain wasn't moving, no matter what the Frenchman did. Tears slowly slid down Francis' face as he stared at the limp body of his lover, he let out a chocked cry before holding Arthur to his chest. He wasn't going to let him go again "I love you, Arthur" he whispered as he pressed a kiss to Arthur's temple "I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you"

It's not your fault, Please! Don't blame yourself

Francis stood up with the Britain in his arms, he set Arthur down on the bed. He looked around, something wasn't right. Francis reached into a drawer and pulled out Arthur's gun, he cocked the gun before walking slowly and cautiously towards the bathroom. He brought his leg up and kicked the door in, his gun instantly flying up. He was looking down the barrel of another gun, the person holding it was covered in blood. His violet eyes were shining with madness. Francis gulped "M-Mathieu?" he said staring at his son "Arthur, Why?"

"He was in the way" Matthew said, his voice was full of madness "I've said so many times before, PaPa….You're mine"

Francis shook his head "You're mad Mathieu! I love you, yes, but like a son. Not a lover!" he explained but that only mad the violet eyes narrow dangerously "please, Mathieu! Mon Fils! Don't do this"

"You must wake up eventually PaPa" Matthew said pressing the barrel between the frenchmans eyes "better now then never, Oui?"

Francis gulped his own violet-blue eyes were wide with fear, his innocent little Canadian couldn't be doing this. He couldn't hurt a fly "What happened to mon Petit Mathieu?" He asked closing his eyes "The innocent child I raised with Arthur, I would have expected this from Alfred. Not from you"

"Don't compare me to Alfred!" Matthew yelled his finger tightening on the trigger "All I've ever wanted was to be loved like you loved Arthur and Alfred, but I never got that" he had hints of tears in his eyes "You just turned me away like some stranger"

Francis looked at the bloody Britain from the corner of his eyes, he sighed "Oui" he said after a long pause "but that doesn't mean you should take your anger out on anyone else" he looked back at Matthew "if you should take it out on anyone it's me"

"That's why I did what I did" Matthew said pulling the hammer back on the gun, his smile had grown with madness "Au Revoir, PaPa" he finished as his finger pulled the trigger.

Francis shot up in bed, he was covered in sweat. He pressed his hand to his chest as he tried to calm his racing heart. It was just a dream, wasn't it. Francis looked at the bed next to him, Arthur wasn't there like he normally way. He looked at the clock and got out of bed, the first thing he did was grab his cell phone and call Arthur. He listened to the phone ring, one, two, three.

Hello?

Francis breathed a sigh of relief "Mon Angleterre!" he cried into the phone, tears were filling his eyes. He could see the Britain wince in his head.

What do you bastard? It's three o'clock in the bloody morning!

"I had a nightmare" Francis admitted he smiled as he heard the Britain growl through the phone

You woke me up because of a nightmare!

"It was about you" Francis said, and instantly heard silence "You died, Mathieu had shot you out of jealously…. Can you meet me at the park?"

*sigh* Fine, give me an hour

Francis quickly thanked him before hanging up his phone and getting dressed. He grabbed the ring off the fireplace and carefully looked the ring over for any damage before he headed out the door. He pulled up to the park and Arthur was already there, he looked beyond pissed. Francis got out of his car and walked over to Arthur who was turning to look at him. Francis pulled Arthur into a passionate kiss before the Britain could say anything.

Arthur's eyes grew, he wasn't expecting this. He pushed the Frenchman away before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand "what the hell!" he snapped his green eyes narrowing

Francis smiled before taking Arthur's hand and getting onto his knee "Arthur, I know we haven't known each other for very long, but I feel a connection" he said he could see Arthur's face turning from rage to shock in the matter of a few seconds "Will you Marry me?"

Arthur stared as Francis pulled out a silver ring, he so wasn't expecting this. He turned his gaze from Francis' face to the ring and back again before his expression softened "yes" he whispered before getting tackled by a happy Frenchman

Francis smiled before sliding the ring onto Arthur's fingers "Je T'aime, Mon Angleterre" he whispered before pulling Arthur into another kiss, this time the Britain kissed back. Francis was beyond happy, He wasn't going to let his dream come true.