Francis and Arthur were officially out of the closet. "Well, bollocks...this escalated quickly..." Francis smiled at him. "Well, atleast we were honest, oui?" "but-" Francis rubbed the brit's shoulders. "Relax, mon cheri...you're so tense..." Arthur just pulled the frenchman on his lap. "Love like this is so rare..." they kissed again and Francis pulled off of him and in turn, the brit got on top of him. Francis laughed softly. "I never realised how short you are..." Arthur blushed. "I-I'm not short! You're just really tall." Fancis hugged him. "Whatever you want to believe, mon ami." Arthur sighed. "Sure." they kissed and left, going to bed. But they both lay awake that night, thinking about eachother. if anything, they'd stay together and get married as long as most of society never found out. The next day, Arthur went to see his brothers. "Hello?" "ARTHUR!" they shouted, hugging him. "I have some news for all of you." Arthur said, smiling. "Well, spit it out laddie!" Alistair said. Arthur smiled even more. "I found a lover! But you can't tell anyone." "why?" Angus asked. "Is she part of a secret organization?" William asked. "not a she. I'm dating Francis." Arthur said. Jack smiled. "Brother, why'd you say it so reluctantly?" Dylan hugged his little brother, completely forgetting his strength. "we love you anyway, Artie! It's not wrong, just uncommon!" (in 1945. This is 20 trucking 18.) Arthur smiled, but was suffocated. "I'm...glad you...accept...me. Dylan...don't you remember?" "oh, right sorry! You ok?" "yeah." Alistair smiled. "I'm happy you told us the truth." Arthur remembered the food he brought. "Oh! Right. I brought you all something." he handed them all a large piece of cornbread, a small salad in one of those containers, and some chicken. They hadn't had a decent meal in years. Usually they had to dumpster dive, steal, save up for a resturaunt, or worst of all, kill street animals and cook them over a sorry excuse for a fire. "It's probably the last meal you'll get for a while. Francis made it himself." He hugged his brothers and left. He had been walking back to his temporary home when he blacked out. He woke up, tied to a metal bar in a dark room. He felt some pain in his head and stomach, and he couldn't feel his left leg, but felt extreme pain at the same time. "It's about time you woke up, idiota. I called that stupid frenchman. He's giving me a ransom. the file, and a few billion dollars." Romano stabbed him once in the shoulder and went back to. the shadows that he dared to call his office. There was a few minutes of silence, when the sound of someone breaking the door down was heard. "ROMANO! WHERE ARE YOU!?" 9 voices were heard. Arthur knew those voices. Francis and his crew. they ran down to the basement. Elizabeta had her frying pan, Roderich had a knife, Ludwig held Feliciano's hand gun, Antonio, Francis, and Gilbert had their rifles, Alfred had a baseball bat, Matthew had a bloody hockey stick, and Yao had his beloved wok. They all looked over at Matthew caressing the stick. "Oh god, it's hockey season." Alfred said. Roderich cut Arthur free and Elizabeta smacked Romano and Ludwig tied the Italian up. Alfred and Matthew took care of Romano's gang along with Antonio and Gilbert. Francis and Yao were treating Arthur's wounds. Once they were all finished, they got out of there, Francis carrying Arthur. Alfred, Antonio, Elizabeta, Gilbert, Ludwig, Matthew, and Roderich took Romano to the basement. Yao bandaged the stab wounds and took care of the broken leg. Francis went and got some ice for Arthur's head and some crutches. (He still had his crutches from when he fell from a tree in attempt to kill himself to be with Joan [his wife that was murdered] after she died.) Antonio came back up. "Francis, I forgot to tell you what I was told when I went undercover." "go ahead." "I have one word to sum it up. Mafia. They aren't just after you, they want a whole bunch of government information. And money. they're after quite a few billionaires. Some are Kiku Honda from Japan, Vash and Lily swingli from Switzerland, and even Ivan Braginsky and his two sisters, Natalya and Yekaterina." Francis tilted his head. "Why would he even try to go after Mr. Braginsky? His methods are so advanced! He'd kill anyone in an instant if he felt like he had to." "that's not all. They'll end up kidnapping you and getting information to track you wherever you go. They got everyone exept you and Mr. Braginsky. They're giving up on Mr. Braginsky, and you're next." Francis sighed. "As long as I'm the only one who gets hurt. I don't want you or any of the others to get hurt. Especially you, Gil, or Arthur." Antonio looked at him. "They only want you. They're only killing us one at a time as a warning." as if it were a que, another blood curdling scream was heard. "Gilbert!" they said, realizing what happened. They rushed downstairs to see Ludwig and Roderich hugging eachother, with their dead older brother in their arms. "NO!" Francis came over to them. "Is he really..." the germans looked at him. "Ja..." the frenchman felt tears burning. He had known Gil for so long. Antonio picked up the note. "Oopsy! Another one bites the dust! Boo hoo, now who will carry you home when you get drunk, Frenchie? I'm only want some money and the file. That's all! For now, I'll let you be, and then strike again. Ciao! -RV" he read. "HEY! that was one time!" Francis looked up. "I'm gonna find him..." and again, the police came and everything was chaos for a bit. Then they decided to call it a night and go to bed. For the hundreth time, Francis lay awake. "I need to get rid of that file..." but he would worry about that that tomorrow, in the meeting.
A/N: STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID!!!! NAUGHTY ME! GO TO YOUR CORNER YOU EVIL LITTLE...THING! HEARTLESS LIL SATAN SPAWN, KILLING OFF GILBERT!!! all I gotta say is sorry for killing your snowbaby.