Chapter 12
Unification
The thick, musty air of the dormitory was welcome upon their skin as they finally tumbled through the door, practically collapsing against it with relief. They panted, exchanged weary smiles, but were surprisingly content. The evening was slow, spent in the frankly embarrassing jumpers that had been granted by relatives (the one that Francis had received was anonymous, but he would recognise that terrible sense of style anywhere). The hours ticked by lazily, broken only by half-hearted mocking remarks about Francis' show of choice: Autumn Salon (some terrible flick about a couple that met in the same salon repeatedly, which, unsurprisingly, was set in autumn), but were silenced by the sweetest of gestures; squeezes of hands, light pecks to the Englishman's nose, little moments that seemed to make everything seem just that much warmer, closer.
The seasons dragged past, biting winter to vibrant spring, spring to summer (along with a new addition to their family: a thick-furred Persian cat that Arthur was perfectly sure was looking for the first opportunity to murder him), then back to the beginning, where it had all started. Those days of roses and autumn leaves.
The sexual tension gods have been satisfied! Big thanks to everyone who stuck through to the end of this fic! It was my first shot at it, after all, so I'd hope it's up to standard. So, what next? I was thinking of possibly a side-story focusing on things down Alfred & Kiku's side of the corridor? Or perhaps another entirely new setting? Stay posted!