**Warning alert! This chapter does deal with self – harm, so I just thought I should let you know before hand! Also, when I searched google I found a source that said Liechtenstein's human name was Erika. Please correct me if I am wrong! And here is the source that I use for human names: . ?title=Human_names **

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Even though Arthur seemed fine throughout the day as he kept up with his meals and participated at work, everything changed late into the night.

Francis awoke at one in the morning to the sound of Arthur's faint cries coming from the furthest bathroom. His cries became louder as the blue – eyed man's feet dragged him closer to the door. 'This is what you signed up for.' He thought to himself with a deep breath. 'He's yours now, and you have to take care of him, just like in your vision.' "Arthur, please open the door. I want to talk to you."

"Leave me alone!" The Brit screeched. His voice sounded so strained and hoarse, like he had been crying for hours. "I need it, Francis! I can't live like this, it's too late for me!"

"Arthur! Open the door this instant or I will kick it down!" Francis threatened.

Arthur's sniffles could be heard on the other end. "Go ahead. It's your door."

The curly – haired Frenchman growled. 'Such a smart – ass.' "That's it. It's coming down."

Since it would take a while for the other man to knock down the door, Arthur waited it out before realizing that Francis was dead serious and would probably kick and throw himself against the door until he blead.

"Okay! I-I'll open it." Promised the short – haired blond. "Please don't hate me." Within seconds, the door opened just a sliver. Arthur was still crying, so he must have felt like he had done something wrong.

"My God… what did you do Arthur?" Francis tried to remain as calm as possible in this situation, since poor Arthur did not need to be frightened any more than he already was.

The Brit was found lying on the floor, both of his wrists cut deep and bleeding.

Francis' pulse started to race now. "A-Arthur! I'll call 9-11 and bring a doctor here right now!"

The Englishman broke down crying once again. "No! I'm sorry! Please don't do that! I'll never do it again, I'm so sorry!" His hands continued to tremble. Perhaps due to shock out of the whole situation, possible nerve damage, or maybe both.

Francis wasn't sure and he was not a doctor, but he knew that they both needed one right here and right now. "Fine. I won't take you to the hospital, but I am going to call a friend of mine who is a nurse. She is the best, I promise. I'm not letting you out of my site, so come with me while I get the phone. You might need stitches after that stunt you pulled."

The curly – blond tried his best to prevent the blood flow by adding pressure to Arthur's arms with an assortment of towels until his dear friend arrived. As suspected, she was still awake and only took her less than fifteen minutes to meet her old friend, Francis.

"Oh, my dear, sweet Erika, is there anything that you can do for my friend, Arthur?"

Sympathy flooded the woman's eyes. She nervously twirled her purple ribbon. The accident appeared to have only happened a mere moments ago. "Of course, I'll help him." She confirmed with a sweet smile and a sing – song voice. Please let me see your arms, sir."

Erika reached into her bag to retrieve some rubbing alcohol and a handful of cotton swabs.

"Mon ami, you've cut your wonderful braids, I hardly recognized you. But of course, I always remember your sparkling green eyes. Don't worry, I love what you've done with your hair."

Erika blushed at the compliment. As she had cut her hair on a whim one day while gazing back at her reflection in the mirror, she worried how others would perceive her new appearance.

The sound of Arthur's muffled whimpers filled the room while Erika dabbed his wounds with the rubbing alcohol. "I'm very sorry, sir, but I must do this to prevent infection." The meek nurse apologized.

Francis, however, scoffed at his English friend's reaction. "Don't mind him, dear. He decided to cut himself, now he must endure the pain."

The woman smiled warmly. "I know you're worried, Francis, but please don't be too har on him. He's scared. You'll be fine."

Arthur's face whitened in fear as the blond nurse reached over to engulf him in a hug. He stiffened at first but relaxed in her embrace. Since the poor man had not been held like this in a very long time, he began to cry again.

"There, you'll be fine." She encouraged with small pats to the top of his head. "Let me bandage those cuts for you."

Francis chuckled. "You have too much patience, mon ami."

"T-thank you." Arthur sniffed after wiping his tears on Erika's shoulders.

The woman giggled. "You see, Francis. You can't yell at people when they are in pain. Sometimes you have to find alternative methods to break their barriers."

Erika left the apartment at around two in the morning.

Arthur was lucky, as he did not cut deep enough to need stitches. All he needed was a little patching up.

"Make sure you reapply the rubbing alcohol for the next couple of days so that the infection does not spread." The nurse advised. "Arthur, please put some on in the morning, okay?" She said with a sweet smile.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure he does, as I'll watch him do it." Francis added, his grumpiness due to lack of sleep that night. "Thank you, Erika." The two close friends embraced before saying their good byes.

"And, Arthur, I hope we meet on better circumstances next time. Also, I would like you to call this therapist and book an appointment. Do it for yourself and for me, please." She handed the green – eyed man a business card with the therapist's number at the bottom. The nurse said with a wave goodbye. She then got in to a cab to take her home.

The Frenchman sighed as he closed the front door. "Arthur, I'm sorry for how I acted. I did not mean to shout at you, or make you feel like you were in trouble. I was just scared, but I was thankful that you did not need stitches. I also don't want you to be alone tonight, would you please sleep in my bed?"

Still shaken up over the situation, Arthur nodded his head. The Brit walked over to his new French friend and took his hand in his. "I'm sorry."

Francis smiled and kissed his forehead affectionately. "No need to apologize. Let's get some rest."