A.N. I don't really have anything to say… well okay. Please review!
-Francis' POV-
Just the look on Arthur's face made me want to hug him for the rest of my life. Which probably wouldn't be very long, my throat had just closed up but I had lost a lot of blood and am feeling weak.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled.
"For what?"
"Your sister."
"It's alright." I breathed.
He set down Alfred in a large meadow. "Are you up to digging?"
"Sure," I replied.
He handed me a shovel and we both began to dig in silence.
After awhile of digging, I noticed that Arthur had fallen asleep under the evening sky, still standing and holding onto his shovel. I picked him up, and carried him over to a comfy part in the meadow. "Good night," I whispered.
That night, I didn't sleep. I finished the hole for Alfred. Just as the sun began to peek up above the mountains, I had completed the task, and then collapsed on the ground.
I woke up to the feeling of something warm on my lips. I opened my eyes slightly to see Arthur kissing me. I wrapped my arms around his waist. He jumped, pulling away.
"You're awake?"
I smiled. "Now I am."
He was blushing madly. "You… finished it for me."
"Sure I did."
"Why?"
"Well why not?"
He was speechless. On the ground next to me was a fresh pair of clothes for Alfred.
"Good idea." I looked at the clothes. "Don't want him buried in his own blood."
His face went dark. "Yeah."
I held him close. "It'll be alright."
After we got Alfred changed, we set him carefully in the hole.
"Goodbye." Arthur sniffed.
"Goodbye, dear friend." I teared up.
We began to bury him, which didn't take much time at all.
"I'm not going back to my father." Arthur stated.
"I guess we both are runaways now." I put an arm around his shoulders.
A.N. Purdy please give me some suggestions on the next chapter. I really don't know what to do…