I struggled to tie my tie
"Here let me help you." Francais stood up from the chair in my hospital room
"I'm fine," I answer, something about him makes me annoyed "I can do it myself."
Matthew and Alfred (who are brothers) had gone outside to find something for me to eat while I got dressed. Francais decided it would be best if he stayed with me. Today's the day I'm released from the hospital, the day after I regained consciousness
Francais walked over to me
"Don't be like that," He ties my tie for me then steps away to get a good look at me "Now you look très beau!"
"What?"
"It's a compliment. You look even better than before, not that you weren't sexy before."
I'm wearing a black vest over a white short-sleeved shirt with a light blue tie (perfectly tied thanks to Francais), beige corduroy pants and dress shoes. Matthew packed it for me when I was admitted to the hospital. What a sweet lad...
Francais takes my hand, "They won't be back for a while..."
"What does that have to do with anything?" I look him in the eyes "Why are you h-"
Francais pulls me into him, I can feel his heart beating wildly
"It's been so long since I've been able to hold you like this.." He sighs happily
I can't do anything, he's holding me in a way where I can't get away
He pushes me onto he bed
"Ah! What are you doing you toad?!" I exclaim, my face is burning
"I love it when you play hard to get..." Francais takes a hold of my tie
His face gets closer and closer to mine
"GUESS WHO'S BACK!" Alfred exclaims as he kicks open the door
"Please try not to be so loud..." Matthew sighs, carrying a Starbucks bag and cup
They stop when they see Francais on me
"You said you'd leave him alone if we left!" Alfred yelled, he looks mad
Francais gets off me, "It's your fault we're even here! I couldn't be with mon ami for weeks!"
Alfred and Francais yell at each other until a nurse drags them out of my room
Matthew sighs, "I wish they weren't so noisy..."
"Thanks for the muffin," I say, taking a bite
"No problem at all, its what boyfriends do." Matthew smiles
I can't help but be silent after that comment
"I'm sorry, did I upset you?" Matthew asks, concerned
"No... I'm just not used to the idea of..."
"Of having three lovers?"
"Yeah..."
Matthew started packing his overnight bag (They'd slept over when I was in a coma) "I know its an odd concept but there are reasons to why we have relationships with you."
Matthew zips up the bag he, Alfred and Francais shared
"Here, let me carry that for you." I finish my muffin and pick up his bag
"Thanks... If its any trouble-"
"Don't worry," I smile at him "It's what boyfriends do."
I toss Matthew's bag into the back of my car, a grey SUV
I sit in the back between Alfred and Francais while Matthew drives
I think I'm not the only one feeling awkward
"Arthur, I don't know why you'd wanna date Francais when you can have me, THE HERO!"
Francais scoffs then grabs my hand, entwining his fingers in mine
"Boy am I tired!" Alfred yawns
Alfred rests his head on my shoulder and already I can hear his quiet snoring
"At least he's quiet when he sleeps..." Matthew pipes in from the front seat
The car ride is short but for me, it feels different
Looking out the window, I can see houses and buildings that are vaguely familiar to me
Francais catches my eye and smiles, "It's hard to remember isn't it?"
"Yes," I sigh "I know this area but I can't remember anything."
Matthew pulls into the driveway of a large white house with an old-fashioned porch
"4221..." I trail off
I've lived here for... three years with...
"Wait!" I cried out "You three live with me?!"
Matthew turned to look at me, "Why are you so surprised."
"I just think it would be kind of awkward living with..." I can feel my face turn red "With my spouses."
Francais laughs his creepy and somewhat perverted laugh and exits the car
I shake Alfred's head of my shoulder, only to have him collapse onto my lap
"He was so worried about you, he hardly slept." Matthew explained
Francais looked mad
"Hey, get up." I poked Alfred
Alfred lifted his head, "Are we home?"
Without an answer, Alfred jumped up and practically ran to the door
Matthew got out without saying a word
As soon as we got inside, a phone chimed
"Pardon-moi!~" Francais pulled out his cell and turned from us
"Bonjour? Antonio! How are you? Good... and Gilbert?"
Matthew turned his head
"Is it really today? Zut alors! I completely forgot." He scratches his head "Here? I don't know... Arthur was just in a coma, maybe we should cancel."
A loud voice yells from the other end of the line
"Fine," Francais sighs "Just stay out of Arthur's way."
Francais hung up
"There's a photo shoot today and Gilbert doesn't want to change the date, do you mind."
"Just don't break anything, I know how bad photo shoots can end up."
Francais smiles, "Merci, mon ami. Don't worry about a thing." He then rushes upstairs to what I assume (and hope) is his room
Matthew rushes to the front window, as if he were waiting for these blokes that Francais knows
Alfred has already fallen asleep on one of the couches
"I guess I'll go make some tea.." I walk into the kitchen
Its a neat room with a classical style, just like the living room. An English tea kettle has its own spot on the counter
I fill the kettle with water from the tap and place it on the stove, turning the heat on low
A pair of strong hands cover my eyes
"Bloody hell! Who's there?!" I cry "Let go of-"
The hands pull me into a hug, "Sorry Iggy..."
"Iggy?! Who are you calling Iggy?!"
I turn around and stupidly realize its Alfred. He looks dead tired... Has he really been awake all this time?
Alfred's eyes shut and he topples onto me
Where am I?!
This is just like when I was in a coma...
Crack!
The quietness is filled with that sound, hearing it hurts
My head hurts, I can feel the world spinning slowly
"Arthur!"
Alfred...?
"Oh God no!"
My vision becomes less blurry and I can see him crouched over me
"Arthur stay with me, I'll drive you to the hospital!"
Why is he so upset? He's louder than usual...
Is this why I woke up in a hospital?
Alfred really had split my head open thinking I was an intruder
Francis ran into the room, "Arthur! What have you done you American fool!"
Alfred ignored him, picking me up like a groom carries his bride
My head begins to throb
"I won't lose you," a tear rolls down Alfred's cheek "I won't rest 'till your better... 'cause I'm gonna be your hero."
My head... I can't... take it anymore...
I can feel myself being pulled back into reality
"Arthur! The kettle!"
I look at Alfred, a high-pitch screech rings in my ears
The kettle!
I turn off the stove and pour the water in a classic English teacup
Alfred grabs my upper arm, "Are you OK?" He asked firmly
"I'm fine..." I assure him "I just remembered what happened that night..."
Alfred released my arm, staring at the floor
"I'll go take a nap." He rushed off
I almost follow him to make sure he's alright but I decide that letting him sleep is best
I drop an Earl Grey teabag in the cup and take a sip
"Needs milk..."
The smell seams to draw me in, I start to lose focus
A loud knocking comes from the door
I peer out at the hallway and see Matthew race to the door
He paused, took a breath and opened the door
"Hi Antonio, Gil" He welcomed two men sweetly
"Hey Birdie!" One of the men, a white haired Albino, patted Matthew on the head
"Where's Francis?" The other man, A Spanish brunette, asked kindly
"I think he's upstairs," Matthew smiles "Do you want me to go get-"
"FRANCIS! IT'S THE AWESOME ME!" The Albino runs up the stairs
The brunette, to my surprise, goes over to me
"Hey Arthur, feeling any better?" He seems like a nice person
"I'm sorry, who are you?" I ask, embarrassed "I have amnesia so I can't remember much besides my favorite type of tea."
The Brunette doesn't seem upset, "I'm Antonio, call me Toni if it's easier for you to remember."
Before I can reply, the Albino grabs Antonio from behind, "Hey wassup Artie!"
I look at him blankly, being proper with him seems pointless
"He has amnesia," Antonio explains "You have to re-introduce yourself."
The Albino smirks, "He can't remember the awesome me!? Well I'm Gilbert Beilshmidt but Gil is an awesome thing to call me too."
Gilbert turns back to Antonio and Francis (who had just appeared behind them) "Let's get this photo-shoot started!"