Arthur rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stretched a bit in his bed, turning to face his lover.

That wasn't there.

Oh right.

With a small pang in his heart, he rolled out of bed, and didn't even bother putting shoes on as he walked downstairs.

He passed his door, and then Matthew's, and then-

-Snap!-

-Alfred's room.

He looked back with a sigh and slowly walked down the stairs, trying to not trip over the stairs he had been walking on for more then 10 years, even if they suddenly felt foreign.

He glanced at his familiar but unfamiliar living room, with an old beat up couch that had withstood the test of time, and the coffee table, where everything from Mathew's old primary school honor roll ribbons, to Alfred's college acceptance letter, had been placed.

The only thing there now was an old forgotten glass, and a few lime green coasters.

He glanced at it's emptiness sadly, then stepped into the kitchen, where his younger son, Matthew was making pancakes with a ghost of a smile on his face.

"D-Do you want me to cook something Matthew?"

Matthew jumped and turned around suddenly responded with his usual whispering

"No Dad, really, it's fine, I'm making for you too"

Arthur's large eyebrows furrowed together as he wondered when his little Matthew -who used to come crying everytime he so much as skinned his knee- ,had become so responsible

The once noisy kitchen stayed quiet as Matthew flipped pancakes, and Arthur sat down, wondering about when his precious family had deteriorated to this.

These days, he seemed to have a problem realizing when things happened

He stayed stuck in his thoughts until a plate of pancakes slided over to him, when he looked up, he saw Matthew at the other end of table, who held up the syrup bottle with a tiny smirk.

Arthur shook his head and simply started to eat the pancakes, while Matthew practically drowned his own in syrup.

It wasn't really hard for Arthur anymore, it was just eat, sleep, get through the day, pray to God that time could just stop, or if he felt really bad, that it would all go back to the way it was, rinse. And Repeat.

Matthew wasn't any better, he was worse.

Because Matthew was a man of action.

He scarfed down his pancakes, and quickly reached for the rifle lying next to the fridge, ignoring Arthur's pained expression as he walked out the door, when suddenly

"I love you."

Matthew turned around, his wide purple eyes meeting green.

"And, I know that I always seemed to favor your brother. But I really didn't, I love you. Just as much."

The young man stared as he saw tears go down his Father's cheeks, and he took a tentative step outside.

"Please...Don't go..."

The next part was barely a whisper

"Y-You're all I have left.."

Matthew didn't even hesitate as he walked back and threw his arms around his Father, shocking him.

"I love you too Dad."

Arthur reveled in the embrace, and when Matthew ripped himself out, it felt like he had taken Arthur's heart with him.

"That's why I have to do this."

He walked out the door faster this time, not even giving Arthur an opportunity to say bye.

That could be the last time he ever saw his son.

And he didn't said good bye.

Arthur stared at his uneaten breakfast, and threw it out, as he hadn't been hungry in the first place.

Besides, he wouldn't want any food in his stomach for what he was about to do.

His outburst had been the breaking point.

He didn't care anymore about what happened to him.

He was going to open the door.

He walked over to the foot of the stairs, and with a deep breath, started the long trek up.

Each step he climbed felt like a mountain scaled, and when he finally reached the top, Alfred's door was right in front of him

-SNAP!-

He stared at a sign that he had made himself, it was simple, it was a baby blue block, and in yellow cursive it read Alfred.

-GRRRRRR-

Arthur had made that when Alfred had been just a baby, a bundle of joy that Arthur had felt so blessed to have adopted.

-CRACK!-

And now look.

He put his hand on the door knob, and hesitated a bit, before slowly turning the door knob.

-creaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak-

"A-Alfie? Francis..?"

He heard more growling, but underneath, a very soft

"A-Arthur...Mah chere..."

Arthur's sockets nearly burst out of his head, and he scrambled into the room, biting back tears as he looked at the sight before him.

Alfred was feral, foaming at the mouth, blue veins contrasting against his ashy skin, and his gray eyes looking at Arthur with nothing but hunger.

Francis was quiet, his skin still contained a bit of color, and blue veins were barely visible, his bright cerulean eyes still recognizable as they looked at Arthur with such adoration.

He didn't know which was worse then the other.

They were both sitting down, bound to chairs, and the only difference between their bonds was that Alfred had a muzzle on and Francis didn't.

Arthur didn't even bother with Alfred at first, knowing that his beloved son was too far gone.

So he raced over to the man who had been through it all with him.

They stared into each other's eyes, and Arthur's emerald jewels held a challenge behind them.

Go on. Turn now. I dare you.

Francis's eyes held nothing but sadness, not for himself, but for his precious Arthur, and his petit Matheiu.

He felt sadness for everything that he would miss.

Would it all just stop without him?

Oh how he wished.

He felt Arthur's tears mixing with his own, and he finally spoke up muttering

"Please...My love...I'm slipping away...Let me go.."

Arthur sobbed, and quickly choked back a few more, saying

"Y-You fucking French Frog... Y-You think you can just waltz into my life, marry me, adopt some kids, and leave me?"

Arthur cried even harder, coughing a few times before sobbing out

"We were supposed to grow old together!"

Francis shook his head, he could feel in the back of his mind that he was slipping away.

He didn't want to have any regrets when it did happen.

"Arthur...Look at me."

Arthur's eyes , meet his own, like they had done so many times.

On the plane, back when Francis was simply a flight attendant trying to figure out how the hell you make tea.

On their first date, where Francis had taken them out to a restaurant, and Arthur had been denying the fact it was a date the whole time.

All the dates after that, their marriage, their first and second adoption.

When Francis, shoving Arthur out of Alfred's way, got bitten instead, and Arthur was dressing the wounds through his tears.

"I love you. And you know that."

Arthur's sobbing became louder, and he cried out

"IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME!"

Francis's eyes narrowed and he shouted back

"NO! DON'T MAKE ME HAVE SACRIFICED MYSELF FOR NOTHING!"

Arthur gasped at his raised voice, and quietly stared at the floor.

Francis bit his lip, and said softly

"Arthur...I want you to do something for me."

He shakily nodded his head

"I want you to live for me."

Arthur looked up, obviously confused, their eyes met, and Francis couldn't help but smile

"When I die, I don't want you to be sad. I want every breath you take, to be for every breath I never took. Every smile, for all the times you should've smiled at me. Every tear, for every second I'm not by your side. I want you to live for me."

Arthur stared emotionless, but a small smile quivered on to his face, and he replied

"Okay."

Francis smiled back, and for just a second, everything was back to normal.

But time keeps going.

Francis gave a small groan, and muttered softly

"Please, Arthur, leave me..."

Arthur nodded once, but wrapped his arms around Francis and pecked him on the cheek, Francis returned the embrace, and enjoyed whatever time he had left.

The embrace was broken after what seems like hours, and Arthur suddenly turned to Alfred.

"Alfred. I love you. Even now. Just in case you understand me."

He threw his arms around Alfred as well, the second he did, Alfred stopped growling. and Francis could've sworn he saw a flash of blue in the young mans eyes.

Arthur then opened the door, but before leaving, muttered softly to himself

"Don't worry Francis...I'll make sure I live the best possible life. For the both of us."

LINEBREEEEAAAAAAAK

Arthur woke up for once, early, and actually put on his shoes before going outside of his room.

He walked out, and in his head started to plan a surprise breakfast for Matthew.

He was so busy, he didn't notice two voices growling from behind Alfred's door.

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