It was around 3 in the morning when Arthur suddenly woke up from hearing the door slam somewhere downstairs; he had always been a light sleeper. He slowly sat up, feeling worn out but happy, knowing Francis was and ever would be always by his side. The Frenchman was contently sleeping next to him, a small smile on his face, hair tussled, and breathing light. Feeling heartfelt, the Brit leaned to him and gently kissed his cheek, brushing the fair locks behind his ear, as if to see whether the warm body next to him was real or not. He turned back around and couldn't help but to smile widely when he felt an arm snake around him. "Are you happy?" he heard Francis whisper behind him, his stubble tickling Arthur's shoulder. He turned around, rested his head in the corner where the Frenchman's neck and shoulder joined and answered: "Happiness is waking up in the middle of the night and feeling the heat of that one person next to you. You turn around and see them in their most peaceful innocent and vulnerable state. They breathe as though the weight of the world lays on anyone's shoulder but their own. You smile, kiss their face in the most gentle manner so as not to wake them. You turn back around and an involuntary grin forms on your own face. You feel an arm wrap around your waist and you know it doesn't get any better than this." "It doesn't get any better than this," Francis repeated, smiling, and kissed the Brit's forehead.

The next time Arthur woke up was around 10 o'clock to Francis closing the big metal door after him. "Where did you run off?" he asked, yawning and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "I didn't run off anywhere, cher," Francis said, kissed him good morning and continued to the kitchen with his bag. "I just went to get some breakfast." "How did I not wake up to you messing around here?" he asked more from himself than from Francis and fell back down, stretching himself. "Maybe you slept well after a long time?" the Frenchman suggested from the kitchen area and flicked on the electric kettle. "Ugh, I have a feeling I won't even wake up to an alarm clock as long as you sleep next to me," he said and looked around Francis' apartment. Last night he didn't have the need to observe anything, he only had eyes for his lover. "I only now noticed how conveniently the bed is straight from the door," he said, rolling his eyes, thinking how useful it must have been for his previous years of bringing a different girl home every evening. "It helped last night, didn't it?" Francis chuckled to Arthur's dodgy, yet laughing look. He brought a platter with breakfast to the bed and sat beside the Brit, pulling him to his embrace. "Breakfast in bed? Could I get used to that?" Arthur cheered and felt the Frenchman's lips curve into a smile against his skin. "Last time I checked you were in charge of that, so thank you, I really do like slow mornings, and as long as you won't get any crumbs between the covers, I would love to eat in bed," he said, chuckling when Arthur put the fresh croissant back on the plate. "Don't count on it, frog," the Brit replied and took a cup of creamed tea instead. "They only had different berry teas, pardon," Francis said when the other took a sip. "It's great," Arthur smiled and clanked his cup to Francis'. "What happens now?" the Frenchman asked, slightly weary of what might come next. Arthur softly pecked him and whispering, pleaded: "Please come back to London with me. Stay. No matter how hard it is to be with me, please... just stay. I need you." Francis rested his head on Arthur's shoulder and answered quietly, his voice low and comforting: "My father once said, that distance never separates two hearts that really care, for our memories span the miles and in seconds, we are there. But whenever I started feeling sad, because I missed you, I reminded myself how lucky I was to have someone so special to miss. Yet..." He stopped and looked into the Brit's eyes, who was starting to feel awful. "I don't want to just have a special person to miss. I want to be with them wherever they might be. Arthùr... I will follow you everywhere, wherever you want to go," he finished his sentence and cupped Arthur's face, sealing his words with a kiss. "My love for you is too great to let you go off somewhere without me." "And you know I love you too much to leave without you," the Brit smiled and rested back against his lover.

Thank you all so much for those reviews, favorites and follows, but I need to ask a question from you: so, this was the final chapter of the story, but I have some ideas of their future life together (and certain chapters like the WEDDING). So, my question is to what you prefer: should I post the chapters to this story or should I make a new followup story? A million thanks again!