Miracles Do Happen

by hint-0f-pink

This is a F.A.C.E family fic but it's different. I love Fruk don't get me wrong, but I wanted to try it in a different way. What if instead of lovers they (France and Iggy) were best friends raising their little brothers together? Don't like how that sounds don't read, also comment's would be nice. (Picture is not mine, belongs to rightful owner as does Hetalia)

7. Chapter 7 Part 1

Arthur's Flashback…..

It seemed Arthur's family had always had trouble with debt. His mother had gone through two divorces and was left with nothing but the clothes on her back and her children. Even though they were dirt poor they still had one thing, love. The older the children grew the closer the family became.

She had fought many custody battles with her ex's, one of whom cheated on her with a prostitute. Alfred's father of course was that skunk bag. Even after finding out the truth years later she never hated him, or his mistress. Begin the lady she was she merely picked up her skirt and continued on with life.

Behind that smiling face was hurt, so much hurt. Just months before she had left him, news came back. Those days of sever head pain, her blacking out and falling down the stairs scaring the children. It wasn't just any old head cold, brain cancer. The one word everyone never wants to hear, and it was an extreme case.

By putting off going to the doctors she worsened the disease. It was said she would have six months to live, with or without chemo. Telling Arthur she was dying was hard enough but Alfred? A boy who had just celebrated his 8th birthday? It was almost near impossible. "M-Mom is going to.." The blue eyed boy broke into tears of hearing the news.

She did her best to comfort both boys, spending every waking moment she could with them. That last day with her, they could remember it so clear. Even on her death bed she could muster up a smile. "I'll see you again." Those amazing green eyes sparkled as she put a hand on Arthurs face.

"P-Please don't go mother." The British boy cried, gripping tight to his mother hand. "Alfred needs you, I need you." She chuckled weakly at him with that same sweet smile. "Take care of Alfred, Arthur. I'll always love you both." And slowly her eyes closed into a peace of eternal slumber.

As long as both boys lived they would never forget their mother. How amazing she was. How caring. She had so much love to give and yet never really had it returned. Even in the darkest of times she always wore a smile. She was a truly amazing woman, who didn't disserve to die so young. Arthur was going to honor his mother at all cost.