~Hey guys, this is a short sequel to the story! Stay tuned for more stories later on!~
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Englad~
I opened the door hesitantly, not wanting to face my brothers.
"Hey Francis! I think mum's home!" "Oui!" Peter and Francis make their way down the stairs to the door, they only see a paler than usual shivering Arthur.
The other boy's mind goes blank, his face whitening as he remade the gruesome scene in his mind. He was snapped back to reality once Francis snapped at him. "Contrôle-Toi! What happened?" His expression changing from excited to worried.
Arthur felt tears rush down his face showing no sign of stopping. He choked back sobs as he lunged toward Francis trapping him in a tight embrace. Francis awkwardly hugged him back waiting for him to speak.
Arthur tried to speak, but kept sobbing as he remembered the incident. He let out a small almost inauidiable "Dead", which Francis heard. The french boy let go of the britain while his words processed. Arthur curled up in a small ball drowning in his own tears, while Peter stood there like a confused puppy lost in the street.
Not before long Peter spoke up, "What's wrong..?" He instantly regretted saying that once he heard his answer.
"Mum's dead."
Peter was shoked, tears becoming visible in his eyes. "Francis... You can't be serious. Mum can't be! She can't...! Does this mean we have to go to dads?" The french boy grimaced at the thought of their dad. He left them when they were kids, leaving mum to take care of the three of us alone. "Non! Ve vill never go back with ce salaud!" He snapped at younger.
Arthur suddenly spoke up, his sobs not letting them understand correctly. Minutes of silence pass before Arthur decides to speak again, this time his words are crisp and clear. "M-Maybe... W-We can g-go to a.. an orphanage?" "It'z betta zan being vith dad" Francis mumbles.
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Haha guys, not finishing this because lazyness and writers block :3
Enjoy the suckiness anyways. :P