When they arrived back at the jail, both men were brought down to an underground facility where an electric chair was waiting for them. A man in a crisp suit and tie walked out of the shadows and up to them. "It is nice to see you both made it," he said with a twisted smile. "Now we can deal with your problem and you can be on your way."
"Our problem?" Arthur asked, eyebrow raised. "We don't have a problem. We never hurt our children."
"Oh no no no. That is only part of the problem we are talking about. We are talking about your romantic problem, right now." Both men looked confused so the man elaborated. "Most men like women. Most women like men. That is the way the world works. Men and women can procreate and the human race does not die out. However some men and women do not work the way they are supposed to. They like their own gender, as is the case with you two. We cannot have that in our world so we take it upon ourselves to deal with it. However, your case is far too diverse and complicated for us to deal with and eight children on the line, three of them not even being yours? Conversion therapy will not heal that. You men are far too big a problem to be allowed on this planet anymore. I hope none of your 'children' were hurt in any way. Whether it be physically, emotionally or sexually. They were already too far gone in the psychological pain."
"We did not molest our children!" Francis roared, a man holding him back from hitting the man in the suit. "And they were not psychologically harmed in any way! They love us! We cared for them! We provided for them! We raised them! They are our children and you had no right to take them away on account of us being gay!"
The man leaned in and smirked.
"Oh but we can." He turned to one of the other men. "We don't have all day gentlemen. Take the small one first. He will not take as long."
"Non!" Francis cried, desperately trying to get away from the men holding him, more had joined to keep him restrained, and to his beloved Arthur. "Do not do this! I will go! Do not take him! Please! Do not take him! Do not take him from me! Do not hurt him!"
Tears were pouring down his face and he was still struggling; he knew Arthur would most likely survive but he didn't want him put through all that pain, his body refusing to die and simply taking the abuse.
The man in the suit shook his head.
"No. You were given your time to cooperate, Frenchy. Besides, it will be your turn next. This way saves time."
Francis was forced to watch as Arthur was strapped to the chair. He couldn't stand it. Arthur looked absolutely terrified. Never before had he been electrocuted and he had never wanted to be. His eyes locked onto Francis' and he struggled to get back to him.
"Please! Please!" Francis begged. "Please stop this!"
The man in the suit ignored him and pulled the switch.
Arthur's body started twitching as electric currents ran through it under his skin. Francis dropped to his knees and sobbed. The guards let him since all the fight in him seemed to be gone.
They let the machine run for ten minutes, getting steadily more frustrated as the blond man refused to die. Finally, they cut the power.
"How?!" the man in the suit demanded, grabbing Francis by his shirt collar and dragging him up to eye level. "How is that man still alive?! He should have been dead a hundred times over by now!"
Francis smiled with tears still in his eyes, knowing it would make the man furious.
"We cannot die," he said simply.
The man in the suit screamed in anger and stomped out of the room. Francis on the other hand jumped up and ran over to Arthur, cupping his chin to make him meet his eyes and petting his hair, ignoring the electric shocks.
"Arthur, oh Arthur. Please tell me you are alright? That must have been terrible!"
"I'm…fine…Francis…" Arthur managed in reply before guards pulled them apart and dragged them back to their room.
The next attempt had not been successful either.
They were led into the underground facility once again; this time they were both strapped to chairs but they were simply normal chairs. The man in a suit came out once again.
"Why are we here?"
"Oh no reason. Just sit back and relax." The man in the suit motioned to two men in the room and they stepped forward, each holding a syringe full of a liquid. "This will be over soon." The men shoved the syringes into their necks and emptied the contents.
At first nothing happened but then a massive headache suddenly blossomed in both their heads and their stomachs started burning. It felt like someone had lit a fire inside them and it was trying to burn through all of their vital organs. Both of them were sick on the floor and tried to hold on but soon Arthur couldn't hold himself together anymore and blacked out.
"Y-You…"Francis struggled to say. "Y-You p-poisoned u-us!"
The man in the suit smiled.
"But of course. After electric chair comes lethal injection. I would be amazed if you lived through this. You were given much more than the normal dosage, this could wipe out a herd of buffalo."
Francis grit his teeth and glared at the man.
"It…will…not…work…!"
He tried to stay conscious for as long as he could and with his larger body he was able to last longer than Arthur but eventually the blackness won out.
He had woken up in the cell again with Arthur lying by a bucket, his body still trying to reject the poison. Francis had shared that bucket for a little while before he managed to clean his system out and they were allowed a short rest before their next trial.
Francis had to carry Arthur down to the facility; he was so weak from the poison and the chair that he couldn't walk. When they reached the room, a different one than before this one had a block in the middle of the room and a glass covered opening at the other side, Francis refused to put him down, instead holding him close to his chest.
"You will not hurt him again," he threatened, eyes narrowed and cold.
"Oh no, dear boy of course not," the man in the suit said as he approached them. "This one is all yours."
Francis regarded him carefully before he carefully set Arthur on his feet, the other holding onto his arm tightly for balance. A guard came forward and took Arthur behind the glass wall with the man in the suit. Another guard roughly grabbed Francis' arm and dragged him over to the block, tearing his shirt off and throwing it down next to him before blindfolding him and tying him down.
"W-What…w-what a-are y-you…g-going…t-to d-do?" Arthur asked.
"Oh nothing much, son." The guard joined them behind the glass. "Just a simple military execution."
Arthur's eyes widened as a man with a riffle on his back stepped forward and aimed.
"One!" the man in the suit shouted. The man with the gun lined up and shot. "Two!" Another shot. "Three!" Francis' body twitched a little as a puddle of red liquid formed beneath him. "Four!" Arthur wanted to cover his eyes but couldn't look away. "Five!" The blindfold was starting to get very wet but he would never admit to shedding a single tear. "Six!" The Frenchman's back looked like a connect-the-dots picture with all of the scattered holes. "Make this one count!" The man nodded in understanding. "SEVEN!" A final shot went through the blond's heart and he lay still.
"FRANCIS!" Arthur screamed. He suddenly had a flashback to when his wife had done practically the same thing to him. "N-No…" he whimpered. "N-No…N-No!"
With that he slipped from his seat and was unconscious before he hit the ground.
"Let's see if he comes back from that," the man in the suit said to the guard standing next to him. "Take them both back to their cell and inform me of any changes."
The man nodded and grabbed both blonds, dragging them out of the room.
AN: Oh my goodness. I am so sorry that this took so long. My laptop broke which lost all of my progress and then I lost my notebook which had the next like...three chapters written in it so I lost a lot of work...
But yeah. They are trying REALLY hard to kill Francis and Arthur but they are immortal nations so it's not working out too well...