A.N. Hi guys. I haven't written an Author's Note in a while, so here one is! Yay! So I am having half days this week. I have my Student Lead Conference today, so wish me luck ^^ Well thanks to all of you that have commented, alerted, and favorited :3 now for the story! ENJOY!

-Francis POV-

I watched Arthur's carriage until I could no longer see it anymore. But when I turned around, I saw my father slamming my door shut and locking it from the outside. Fun, now I have to get out through the fifth story window.

So I walked around my room looking for something to use as a rope to get down. I had promised Arthur I would come to him right? Well that was exactly what I was going to do.
When I finally knotted all of my sheets, as well as pillow covers, I tied the long rope- like thing to my bed and threw the other end out of my window. As I climbed down, I realized that I didn't have on good traveling clothes on. They were the same fancy ones that Nadia had brought to me early this morning. Oh well.

Finally, when my toes touched the hard ground, I head off in the direction the carriage had gone.

It had been four hours that I had been walking. I was hungry and thirsty. The soles of my weak shoes had worn down already, and the weeds were sticking to the legs of my slacks.

"Yah!" I heard getting closer.

Luckily there was a bush near where I was walking, so I dove into it. Hoping that they wouldn't be able to see me and drag me back home. The twelve men rode right passed me. I could tell they were my father's servants, so I stayed in the bush until I was certain that they wouldn't be able to see me.

In the horizon, the next morning, I could see a distant castle. Questions were roaming my head. Was it Arthur's? Am I in England? What if they capture me and torture me? As I got near, I could tell that all of my questions were going right over my head.

"ARTHUR!" I called when I reached the castle.

I saw a head poke out of a window way above my head.

"ARTHUR!" I shouted again, as the head started to leave.

"Francis?"

"YES!"

From what I could see, he put a finger up for me to wait.

When his head came back into view, he dropped a similar rope down like mine. I grabbed on, and began to climb. I reached his window.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, shocked.

"I told you I would come, so here I am!" I replied modestly.

He hugged me tight. The hug was too short though.

"I need to hide you! My dad is coming!"

I dove behind his bed.

"Arthur?" his father said as he joined us in the room. "Is someone in here? Or were you talking to your special friends again?"

"Daaad!" he whined.

"What?"

"Flying Mint Bunny says he doesn't like you." He said.

I thought he was joking, but his face was totally serious. I cracked a small smile.

"Flying Mint Bunny isn't real, Arthur." His father criticized.

"HE IS TOO!"

His father rolled his eyes, and Arthur's eyes started to tear up.

"Goodnight, son. God knows that you need the rest." He whispered as he left shutting the door.

I crawled back out of my hiding place.

"Flying Mint Bunny?" I asked.

His face turned completely red. "He is my best friend, but no one seems to notice him. I don't know why though."

"Huh…" I sighed. "No actual friends?"

"HE IS REAL!" he persisted.

"SHHH! You will wake up your father!"

"Oh right." He said, quieting down. "Is Mathew with you, Alfred is really depressed, and he won't tell me why."

"No, my father locked me and him in our rooms. I got out through my window."

"Oh…."

"Can I stay here tonight?"

"Sure."

He hopped into his bed, patting the available space next to him.

"You coming? he asked, cocking his head.

I jumped in bed, stealing yet another kiss from his gorgeous lips.