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Woop woop! Last chater! ^w^ Thanks again to cassidieissocoollike who helped me with ideas for this chapter! And I typed it last chapter and i'll type it again, take a look at her fanfics! They're much better than mine :)
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Chapter 11: Five Years Later

Arthur sat at his desk looking over some criminal profiles. The room was silent apart from the ticking of the clock that hung from the wall and the occasional clicking of the computer mouse. The main light was off but the bright screen illuminated his features.

Tiered green eyes watched the monitor. All this was in vain though; he couldn't focus due to the fact it being five years to the day since Francis was shot. Since that… woman ruined everything. Images of that day flooded back to his mind. He remembers it clearly; the cold, the tears, the screaming and… the bang of the gun.

He went to rub his eyes. As he did so the light suddenly switched on. The Englishman jumped slightly and looked behind him to find Alfred standing in the doorway with his hand on the light switch.

"Hey" He greeted with a grin. "You know, you're gonna damage your eye sight sitting in the dark like that"

"Say's the one wearing glasses" Arthur retorted.

Alfred chuckled and walked over to stand behind Arthur. He put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

"I'm going for drinks with Ivan now, you wanna come along? You haven't really been out much lately…"

Arthur shook his weary head "No, no… I wouldn't what to be a third wheel on your date, besides, I'm going to visit Francis later" Alfred nodded and smiled encouragingly, even though Arthur couldn't see it.

"Kay" He turned away and walked to the door, but then he stooped and glanced back at Arthur. "Just… just look after yourself" He waited till he saw Arthur nod and left. Once the door was closed he let out a melancholic sigh. Arthur had changed so much since Francis has been in a coma. He never goes out for drinks, he hardly smiles or shows much emotion and his little sarcastic comments sounded so hollow.

Alfred clenched his fists in anger. He was so made at himself for what happened; he blamed himself for what happened to Francis, for what happened to Arthur, for everything. He was the hero, he shouldn't allow these situations to happen, but he did. It was his responsibility to protect everyone and he failed.

He ran his fingers through his short, blonde hair. Remembering that Ivan was waiting for him outside he quickly left the building. Said Russian was standing by a car wearing his usual grin. It faltered a little when he saw that Alfred was alone.

"So Arthur won't be joining us today?"

Alfred answered with his solemn expression. Ivan took hold of his hand and kissed his cheek.

"Do not worry, things will get better soon"

"How can you be so sure?"

Ivan smiled warmly. "Because I saw two magpies earlier"

.~* Time Skip. One Hour Later *~.

The stench of bleach and various disinfectants filled Arthur's nostrils as he walked down the halls of the hospital. A nurse with a clipboard led the way to Francis's room. The brightness of the white walls and the artificial light almost hurt his eyes.

They continued on in silence until the nurse stopped at a door. She held it open and waited for Arthur to enter. He walked in with a simple nod.

"Right, well I'll leave the two of you alone now" She said kindly.

"Yes, thank you" The door was closed and the blond Brit turned to face the bed placed in the centre of the room. "Hello Francis, it's me again" He walked up to the bedside and looked down at his love. Listening to Francis's steady, calm breathing soothed him. Gingerly he brushed aside some of the Frenchman's golden locks from his forehead and kissed it lovingly. He truly was one of heaves fallen angels.

He glanced towards a vase on the windowsill which held a dozen red roses.

'Hm, I might need to replace those soon' He thought. Then he quietly pulled up a chair next to the bed and set down the bag he was carrying. From this bag he pulled out a book; the cover of this book read 'The Phantom of the Opera'. He flipped the pages till he reached chapter eleven, where he left off from last time. Once the bookmark was removed and put somewhere safe he began reading.

"The next day, he saw her at the Opera. She was still wearing the plain gold ring. She was gentle and kind to him. She talked to him of the plans which he was forming, of his future, of his career.

He told her that the date of the Polar expedition had been put forward and that he would leave France in three weeks, or a month at latest. She suggested, almost gaily, that he must look upon the voyage with delight, as a stage toward his coming fame. And when he replied that fame without love was no attraction in his eyes, she treated him as a child whose sorrows were only short-lived.

"How can you speak so lightly of such serious things?" he asked. "Perhaps…" Arthur trailed of in thought when a certain French accented voice finished the line for him.

"…we shall never see each other again! I may die during that expedition." The Englishman froze and very slowly lifted his gaze from the book to find two beautiful blue eyes watching him. The book fell from Arthur's hands with a light thud.

"F-Francis?" Tears built up in Arthur's eyes.

"Oui, bonjour, mon petit lapin" Francis said softly.

"Francis!" He jumped to the bed and wrapped his arms around the Frenchman's neck and kissed him passionately; the kiss saying everything the Arthur wanted to say to Francis over the last five years. Francis responded by kissing back just as forcefully.

The End


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Translations:
Oui, bonjour, mon petit lapin = Yes, hello, my little rabbit