Arthur took a breath it was a warm night it had been around 6 months now since him and his Frenchmen had created a world for Judgement and Magician to live on as new people and all seemed to be faring well Arthur being an occasional look in. Oliver was a suiting name for whom Magician now was he was a lovely male with a good heart.
However, Arthur had been noticing some odd things happening between him and this worlds Francois they had both been getting revisions of the past Arthur couldn't understand why and seemed to be hitting Oliver harder than Francois the passing out or spacing out migraines the poor male he truly hope that he could get some answers to him soon or get him stable if he interrupted time here there was a chance of a throw off of balance so Arthur bit his lip looking over the journals he had been keeping notes on Oliver and Francois the most on.
"Angleterre are you going to come to bed soon or not?" a tired Frenchmen asked walking in his blond hair loosely falling down his shoulders in a silk blue top and matching pants with white fuzzy house slippers on. "You are welcome to go yourself right now Francis I am in the middle of something. Arthur mumbled taking notes with his pen and paper making note of Olivers symptoms to look over later.
"Come on please a small nap wouldn't hurt those tired bags under your eyes are you not sleeping again?" he questioned walking over slipping his arms around the others waist kissing his neck gently. "Knock it off t-that tickles git!" he blushed in a frazzled mess. "I am keeping an eye on Oliver again he fell Ill again..." he said becoming serious.
Francis stopping as he looked over at the mirror frowning "Again this makes the fourth time he has fallen ill this month... oh Mon Dieu" he said frowning. "Poor thing I truly hope we can figure out how we can help them without touching anything in their world" he mumbled out. "I feel bad for him them losing all what they knew getting a new world new bodies new roles I can't imagine the confusion for them as there relearning everything..." he mumbled out.
"Yes, I am afraid if this keeps up Oliver is going to continue to get more ill each time, he attempts to remember anything else as much as much as he is trying it may end up destroying the world, we casted for them all to live peacefully in all to nothing have to figure out a solution in all of this" Arthur mumbled his tired eyes looking back to the blond.
"So, you can go onto bed now okay Francis, I'll join you shortly just going to watch a fe-?!" he shouted out only to feel himself being lifted out of his vintage burgundy chair. "H-hey now! stop that put me down!" he shouted looking to the other as he quickly grabbed onto the other embarrassed at being so easily lifted up.
"Non, Arthur you are going to sleep you look dead exhausted at least come sleep with me for a few hours to get some type of rest that isn't caffeinated by tea or coffee" he scolded not taking no for an answer as he looked him over kissing his cheek. "Bed for now work later I'll even give you a hand later doing spell casting as you are now going to be any help to anyone is you mispronounce something or something on the lines of that.
"Fine but only for a couple hours frog, okay?" he mumbled out as he got comfortable in the other's arms, he wouldn't admit it, but this was nice the bond they had formed over the last few months. Would he tell the other that hell no he was too stubborn to do that, and he knew the commentary he would get from the wine loving fucker.
He relaxed as he was laid down "I-I didn't want to be placed in the bed with you, you know good and well my sleeping habits of being restless" he looked at the others blue eyes with his emerald ones not wanting to be a bother to the other.
"Nonsense you are Mon Amor, and I will take every flaw you have since you are mine" he said softly looking to the other as he gently kissed the man's lips holding him to his chest. "Now get some sleep my Britannique à sourcils touffus" he teased.
"Your cheeky arse bastard that's rude I know French there not the bushy!" he shouted going full tsundere mode his face flushed as hell at the point but didn't budge from the other arms. Maybe he was indeed more tired than what he led on as.
Eventually the usually restless Brit settled down his emerald eyes closing eventually settling to sleep in his blondes' arms holding onto that silk shirt of his finding comfort by the material.
------------------------Chapter 5 Into the Looking Glass---------------------------
Rough Translations!:
Britannique à sourcils touffus : Bushy Browed Brit
Mon Amor : My Love
Oh Mon Dieu: Oh my god
Angleterre: England
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The start of a new life.
FanfictionWhere do the Arcana go after the death in the dreamscape Magician always wonder while part of them remained with these outsiders their existence was still very much present in the dreamscape.
