AN: Hello again readers! I really got to stop with these last minute chapters... but hey once a procrastinator always a procrastinator!

Chapter 7

Francis blinked, he was back in Limbo. Only it had changed. Instead of being a white void it now had a blue sky and ground that was like clear water that reflected the sky. Francis looked around confused until he saw Joan. It seemed that she hadn't noticed him for her eyes were closed. Her hair waved in the warm soft breeze and she had a calm smile on her face.

"What are you looking at?" she asked calmly without opening her eyes.

"Nothing, just enjoying the view." Francis smiled softly.

Joan opened her eyes, "So I take it that something has happened and now your back?"

Francis rubbed the back of his neck, "Well you see... I don't really know what happened. I was talking to Gilbert and then I felt this sharp pain, then I was back here."

"So it's already starting..." Joan whispered to herself.

"What? What's happening?" Francis asked almost afraid to hear the answer.

Joan looked at him sadly and said in a flat voice, "It's seems that you... you are dying mon amour."

Francis's eyes widened as he processed the thought.

"But... I still have so much to do. I still have to finish the wedding preparations... and I have to find Antonio a date. He's too shy to actually ask anyone himself so he would probably go alone if I didn't help him." Francis trailed off. "I can't die yet...

"Well you can go back..." Joan started. "But you won't be able to be seen by anyone." Joan paused then whispered, "You only get one chance to say goodbye."

"I don't care I just have to finish what I have started... and then maybe..." Francis said as he looked at his shoes.

Joan smiled and kissed Francis on the cheek. "Well you better hurry then and don't worry about me I'll be here waiting for you and whatever you decide."

Francis swept Joan into a hug. "Thank you..."

When the familiar spinning stopped Francis saw that he was now in his hospital room. He slowly got off the floor and looked at his body. He was paler than last time and his hair had lost its shine. Most of the bandages had been removed showing the healing wounds on his body. Francis jumped when he noticed Matthew sitting beside his bed. His eyes were red as he sat holding Francis's hand. A knock came at the door and Gilbert came in, his face also paler than usual.

"Let's talk outside." Matthew suggested.

The two walked out of the room with Francis trailing behind them.

He paused in the doorway and pointed at his body. "Don't do ANYTHING until I get back."

"So what did they say?" Gilbert asked awkwardly.

"They... they said that they had to put him in life support... and they don't know if he is ever going to wake up." Matthew said as tears threatened to spill over his lashes.

Gilbert turned around and punched the wall. Blood instantly flowed out of his knuckles as he moved to punch the wall again.

"Gilbert stop!" Matthew yelled.

Gilbert ignoring the warning punched the wall again. As he prepared to punch the wall for a third time Matthew grabbed him from behind. Gilbert turned around and froze when he saw the tears on Matthew's cheeks.

"Please Gilbert... stop." Matthew said through his tears.

Gilbert slowly put his arms around Matthew as he leaned against the wall. The two stayed like that for a few minutes in silence until Gilbert whispered, "Matthew?"

"Yes?" He replied.

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?" Gilbert asked.

Matthew looked up at Gilbert. "Of course I am."

"Even though I'm so pathetic and weak?"

Matthew looked back down, "That doesn't matter, I'm weak and pathetic to." Matthew looked up and smiled. Gilbert returned the smile with a soft kiss.

Francis watched from the opposite wall. He smiled and turned to walk away. "I guess he didn't need my help..."

Francis blinked again. Now he was in the trio's usual bar.

"I just can't get used to this..." Francis said to himself.

He looked around, his eyes instantly falling on Antonio. The Spaniard was sitting at one of the back tables with Lovino, his childhood friend. Francis and Gilbert had a bet to see when the two of them would actually get together. Francis thought that one day they would, but Gilbert had his doubts. Francis walked up to the two men and started listening to their conversation.

"I don't know why you are so mad. I just work with the damn bastard. He sometimes makes me laugh but I still don't like him." Lovino said as he crossed his arms.

"You do to like him! I saw you laughing with him! You with your smile and your nose al crinkly!" Antonio accused.

Lovino stopped short. "My nose what?"

"When you smile really big your nose goes all crinkly." Antonio muttered, his face growing pink.

"You noticed my nose?" Lovino squeaked.

Antonio looked sheepish as his face grew even more pink. "Um... I think so?"

"No one's ever noticed that before..." Lovino replied embarrassed.

"Well of course I'd notice! I care enough about you!"

"You care... about me?"

Without a reply Antonio leaned down and kissed Lovino softly on the lips.

Francis couldn't hide his bright smile. "Looks like he didn't need my help either..." As he turned to walk away he paused, "and Gilbert owes me ten bucks!"

When the spinning stopped Francis smiled. "I'm finally getting the hang of it!"

Francis stopped smiling when he realized that he was in a graveyard standing in front of Joan's grave. Arthur was kneeling in front of it muttering something that Francis couldn't hear until he knelt down beside him.

"It's not my fault... it's not my fault..."

AN: Okay... totally not how I was planning on ending it... sorry!