A/N
Hola everyone! I know it's been so long since the last update and I am very sorry about that but I hope this chapter is good enough :)
A big thank you goes to cassidieissocoollike who gave he alot of help on this chapter! (By the way you should check out her stories, they are awesome!)
Oh, and one more thing, please don't hate me for what's about to happen...

Chapter 10: I Will Protect You

Ivan and Alfred raced down the roads in the car, getting closer and closer to Arthur and Francis's kidnapper; or so they hoped. All they had to go on was Jeanne's home address, they weren't even sure if that's where they were but they had to try.

The Russian continued driving recklessly while Alfred stared determinably ahead; he wouldn't even consider that they weren't there until he sees for himself. All he could think about was just getting there. However, there was a twinge of anxiety; he was worried about what state Arthur and Francis might be in.

'They could have a few broken limbs… or they could be missing some limbs… or… maybe they're…' He felt a warm hand on his shoulder which snapped him out of these horrific thoughts. He glanced toward Ivan and saw a gentle smile creep over his features.

"Do not worry comrade, things will be ok da?" He rubbed Alfred's shoulder reassuringly and then returned the hand back to the steering wheel. Alfred blushed slightly and let off a little smile of his own and said,

"Sure it will, i'm the hero after all!" He announced with some of his confidence restored. The car turned a corner and Jeanne's house came into view. Ivan stopped the car and the pair leapt out of the vehicle.

And, much like before, Alfred broke the door down, holding his gun steady.

"THIS IS THE POLICE! NOBODY MOVE!" He screamed. He carefully went down the hall way and peeked into the living room and saw… nothing. Snarling he entered the room for a further inspection. When he saw nothing suspicious he began to search the other rooms on the ground floor. "Cover the upstairs while I'm down here" He ordered Ivan. Usually the Russian man would hit him for telling him what to do but… these were quite special circumstances. Ivan nodded and then hurriedly went up the stairs.

After a few minutes of pointless searching Alfred hadn't accomplished anything. Ivan then came back down the stairs with a defeated look on his face.

"Well? Was there anything there?" Alfred asked urgently.

The tall man shook his head solemnly "Nyet… I'm sorry Alfred".

"Shit… and there's no basement or anything either-" The blonde haired man was cut off as his radio beeped. "Yes?"

"It's the chief here, look, someone reported a woman acting strangely and going into that abandoned warehouse on the other side of town"

"So?"

"She was described as having very short, black hair and-"

"I'm on my way"

.~* Meanwhile *~.

Francis was pushed to the floor, just being able to put his arms out to stop himself from hitting his head. He stayed in this position for a moment with his eyes closed. He was so confused, where was he? Why had he been brought to another room? What's happening?

Slowly he raised his head and opened his eyes, gasping at the sight that greeted him. Arthur, his Arthur, was lying on the ground, arms tied together and with blood covering part of his face.

"Arthur!" He quickly crawled forward and enfolded Arthur into a tight hug, holding him close. Francis untied the ropes around Arthur's arms.

Now with his arms free the Brit wrapped them around Francis and he buried his face into Francis's chest. He started to sob.

"I'm so sorry Francis! If I did my job prop-"

"SHUT UP!" Jeanne hissed from the doorway. She now held a gun which she retrieved when she got Francis. "Francis, move yourself away from the rosbif. NOW!"

Francis's blue eyes hardened in a glare. "Non"

"Do it. I need to aim correctly in order to kill him, and I want tu to watch"

"Non!" Still holding onto Arthur he turned them both around so that his back was facing Jeanne and Arthur was completely shielded by his body. He turned his head round so he could see her still. "If you are going to fire then do it!"

Arthur protested "Don't sacrifice yourself for me!"

Jeanne then just froze. "Tu… tu would give your life for… for this pathetic being?!" She cried.

"Oui, I would"

"P-pourquoi?"

"I love him!"

Jeanne faced the floor, mumbling under her breath she said "B-but… I…" The arm that was holding the gun wavered a little, but then she suddenly raised her head, her expression dead and her arm became steady.

She fired the gun.

A gasp was heard and then a sickening thud. A silence filled the room.

"F-Francis?" Arthur looked down at Francis's lifeless form. A small stream of crimson blood trickled from his skull. He tenderly placed his hand on Francis's sleeve and delicately shook him. "FRANCIS!"

Jeanne, with absolutely no change to her expression, put the gun to her own head and shot once more. More blood decorated the room and she fell to the floor.

Arthur threw himself over Francis and cried his heart out. His tears stung his eyes and drenched the Frenchman's shirt. "Francis, Francis, Francis… come back… come back… please…" At this point loud, fast footsteps sprinted though the corridor.

"Arthur?! You here?" An American accented voice yelled.

"I-In here!" His voice chocked out.

Alfred ran into the room but came to a halt almost instantly, with Ivan fallowing suit. "Ivan, call two ambulances" He demanded. Ivan got out his mobile phone and went out into the hall to make the call.

As calmly as he could Alfred walked over to Arthur's side. He crouched down next to him and patted his back. "Arthur… I'm so so so sorry…" He spoke softly.

Through his weeping he said "It's ok Alfred… i-it's not your fault… it's mine…"

.~* The Next Day. Early Morning *~.

Arthur, Alfred and Ivan where all in a hospital waiting room; Arthur had at last managed to fall asleep with a blanket covering him while Alfred and Ivan sat next to another, preparing for the inevitable bad news about Francis. Ivan held Alfred's hand to try to comfort the young male but he knew that it wasn't doing much.

A doctor wearing a long, white coat and carrying a thick folder approached the trio. Alfred saw him coming and woke up Arthur. The Englishman rubbed at his sore eyes and straightened himself up. The doctor took a seat opposite them and took a deep breath in.

"Hello, you are mister Bonnefoy's partner? And you two are my friends?"

"Yes" Arthur answered without hesitation; for once he didn't mind it being pointed out that they are together.

"The good news is…" He began with a monotone voice. "… he is still alive. However… he has been put in a coma. I'm sorry"

Arthur's head fell into his hands on his lap and his tears flowed again.

A/N
I'm sorry! But at least he's not dead right?
Anyway, just an epilogue to go an then this story is done! Thank you guys so much for your support and patience during this story! I love you all 3!

Translations:
Nyet = No
Non = No
Tu = You
Pourquoi = Why