Alfred P.O.V.

It's been a week since I last saw Arthur, I hope he's okay... Signing myself into work, I thought back to the time before.

Me and Arthur walked outside, he wanted to get away from the cries of the patients and just breathe. I didn't really understand what he meant by that, he was already breathing.

We stood outside for a little while, when I noticed it was really quiet. I glanced over at Arthur who's eyes had glazed over, and were filling quickly in tears. I stood still, I was never good at comforting someone crying. But before I was able to say anything, his body began to shake. He clutched his chest, digging his fingernails in. He was in pain, I rushed to grab him, before he stumbled over.

"Arthur? Arthur!"

Before he lost consciousness he softly whispered.

"Fran-cis... Why aren't you here to-" his eyes drooped. "Help me... Breathe?"

My heart sunk, who was this Francis? Perhaps, he will come visit him at some point and I can talk to him about being here more often for the man... I mean it's his first day, and I didn't see a visit filled out on the timetable for anytime this week!

Promptly, I contacted the doctors on my pager, and they came quickly to collect the man from my arms... It was strange, I had only just met this man today, yet I didn't want to let him go.

Walking up to the desk, I heard two of my colleagues once again gossiping.

"His brother's come in today."

"They are like, complete opposites... Kinda wish we had the kinder one."

"Amy!"

"You were thinking it too, Jess!" And they disbanded, giggling.

Walking to the desk, I asked the woman for my patient today.

"You have patient 621946 today, they are in-"

"Yeah, I know which room he is in." I interrupted.

As I walked towards the room, I let my mind wander. No Arthur again? I don't even see him at the cafeteria, when-ever I ask a doctor they tell me it's not within my business to know. Sighing, I opened the door.

"Hello Lo-"

"Ugh! I just had to fucking get the hamburger-bastard. Now my day is even more-BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH..."

That's all I could hear streaming from the noisy Italian's mouth, including some swears. I pinched the bridge of my nose, as I got repeatedly kicked in the leg... Lovino may be violent and have major anger-issues, but he is - I reckon- the weakest human that walks the planet.

"Even my stupid fratello is coming in today, no doubt with that fucking potato-bastard. He really pisses me off, with that high and mighty attitude!

That caught my attention, so that's what those women were talking about... Feliciano Vargas, Lovino's twin brother... The Vargas's are an Italian family, rich from their company going by the same name of Vargas, buying out and selling confections. One time, I got told a story by Feliciano.

Lovino stormed off down the hall. I rose from my seat, sighing.

"I'm very sorry Mr. Vargas, I'm afraid you will have to-"

Feliciano pushed down Ludwig's hands, that were translating my words into sign-language.

"He wasn't always like that, would you listen to our story? Ve~" The usual bubbly, happy tone of his voice was gone. Slowly, I sat back down in my seat, before nodding.

"When me and my fratello were younger, we both had a similar personality... Happy and carefree." He paused, I presumed he was hoping his words were not going unheard, and that he was not just moving his lips.

"You see, our grandpa looked after us... He was our guardian after our parents passed away. But because I was deaf, I got special attention. If our play had gone too far, fratello would get the blame. If I was lonely, fratello would get the blame. Very slowly, Lovi put a distance between us. That was until grandpa sent him off to live in Spain with some distant-relatives. I was heart-broken, but I couldn't imagine how upset my fratello would be. We didn't speak again until we were fourteen-years old, when he came for a visit. He had changed so much, so very much. I- I just don't want to lose my fratello!" The younger man started to cry, the German consoled him. Taking my leave, I walked down the corridor. I could have sworn I saw a peeping Italian trying to hide behind a wall, but I kept moving.

"Oi bastard! Have you even been fucking listening?" I nodded, fearing more complaints and woes.

"Let's go to the cafeteria, Lovino." I replied, trying to sound joyful, which was getting considerably harder during the time spent with the rude man.

As we walked down to the cafeteria, my mind shifted back to thoughts of Arthur; his slender form and delicate features imbedded into my mind. I wanted him to smile, I wanted to see him smile.

"Who're you thinking about, idiot? Looks like you're fantasising about a princess."

I smiled gently, and replied:

"A prince, actually."

Arthur P.O.V.

I laid on the futon; my eyes sore and filled with tears. Many tear tracks were sticky on my cheeks.

Tears threatened, why was that idiot so late, damnit?

Sitting on the park bench, I wrapped my arms around my legs; burying my face into them.

That's when I heard hurried footsteps. Looking up, I saw the man I had been waiting so very patiently for.

"Francis... Why did you keep me waiting?" I whimpered, the tears spilling over the eyelid barricade.

He stared at me with a saddened look on his face, before pulling me into a tight hug and sitting down, he cradled me in his lap.

"I'm so sorry..." He whispered. "So sorry."

I pulled at my hair. Francis, why couldn't you have been mine and mine alone?

Lovi's patient number? - The date the Italian Republic was formed. Should I make this a thing? Anyway, I guess we all know where Francis was. But does Francis mean his apology, maybe he felt really bad about what he was doing to Iggy. And are those feelings for Arthur we spotted from Alfred? Opinions please, I love the readers this story has caught; from fans who's OTP is UsUk, to fans who don't really take an interest in UsUk. I thank all of you in joining me in this journey. Apologies to for a long (for me) update, I was having a block on what to do next and this has been a busy weeks, so another thank you for waiting so patiently!