One Last Chance (FrUk Fanfic)

Chaper One - Shape up, Francis!

   It was a beautiful spring afternoon, the sun cast long shadows on the ground, some birds sang, and a gentle breeze topped it off. It was a perfect night for Francis to tell Arthur something...

He brought Arthur into the living room, the window was wide open, and there was plenty of light. Francis took a deep breath and took Arthur's hand.

"Arthur i..." he paused letting the moment swell. But instead, he got something else.

    Arthur growled, swatting Francis's hand away. His olive green eyes looking directly at Francis, they narrowed in annoyance. Even Arthur's position he was sitting in was hostile.

  "I-is something the matter?" Francis asked, starting to feel knocked down, his hand slightly stinging from the swat Arthur gave him.

Arthur only narrowed his eyes even more, he wanted to turn around and ignore him like a teenage girl, ( #relateable ) but the other half was stronger, and he sighed before speaking.

"Of course something is the matter!" He hissed, looking Francis square in the face, getting ready to rant.

"I saw you with a girl earlier today! Don't act like i don't know what you were doing!!" Arthur spat, getting closer to Francis, who was scooting away nervously on the couch.

"If you love her so much, why don't you go?!" He continued, not bothering to keep his voice down.

Francis continued to back away, he was now standing. He may or may not have been... well... 'kissing' a girl while getting the mail this morning... and he may or may not have been caught for the same thing continuously. Usually Arthur just ended up crying and Francis would just wrap him in a hug and it would be alright, but this seemed different. Arthur showed no signs of backing down this time, and his hands were clenched in fists.

'Arthur wouldn't punch me... would he..?" 

Arthur continued.

"Bloddy hell, Francis! If your going to be this way then I'm done with you!... I'm done with us". Arthur got quieter at the end, becoming slowly saddened, but he didn't need Francis....

Francis was silent, knowing Arthur wanted him out of his sight. He slowly nodded, turning around and out of the house. Maybe he would come back later... just so he could live there. Not being lovers with Arthur as he was before, but just to have a place to sleep and eat...

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The next morning, Arthur awoke to... well.. nothing. He lifted his head, expecting to smell something delicious, but was more than dissapionted to find that there was not even a trace of anything France.

For a minute he was confused. But then he remembered the break-up yesterday, and then he remembered to hate Francis again.

"I don't need that wanker..." he mumbled, slinging his legs off his bed, sitting up and rubbing his eyes furiously.

After a few minutes, he lay back down again, feeling cold without Francis curled up next to him.
He growled, again shaking his head and telling himself that Francis was a bloody git.

Riiiinnng

The phone on the bedside table started to ring, and very wearily, Arthur picked it up and answered.

"Arthur speaking..." he said as he picked it up, instantly having to pull it away from his face due to the person on the other end speaking- no, screaming- jumbled French, the person was obviously scared straight.

This wouldn't a scare him as much if it were Francis.

The voice belonged to Mathieu.
He was crying and surely shaking.

"M-matt.... calm down! What happened?!" Arthur asked quickly, sounding stern.

There was a long pause and a few shaky breaths until Mathieu responded.

"I.. i was over at Al's..." he began hesitantly over the phone, still seeming to catch his breath.
"H-he... he... isn't doing good..." he breathed, his whispery tone shaking more as he seemed to choke back something. This must be bad if the same Canada was losing it.

"Ok..." Arthur responded, taking a deep breath, wishing Francis was here.
"Where is he? Is he okay?" He asked, softening his tone and waiting for an answer.

"Well i... i brought him to the hospital... a-and i.. sorta lost it... the way the doctors looked at him..." he mumbled absently. There was a shuffle and another sigh as Matt had obviously calmed down and sat up in whatever seating he was in.
"I'm sorry..." he said softer, the silence coming back much to soon before he responded.
"Alfred has 3 days to live..."

Arthur froze, his eyes widened in shock, grief even. He opened his mouth to say something, but he was choking down tears.

"A-Arthur..?" Mathieu asked on the other side of the phone, the shakiness returning somewhat.

Arthur didn't hear, he had put the phone down, not bothering to hang it up, so it was next to him on the bed, his hands were now occupied over his face. He was crying quietly, trying his hardest to keep it contained. He needed to be the bigger country here.

After a second he lifed the phone back up and thanked Matt for telling him.

After hanging up he felt the need to be with someone, to just cry and tell that somone everything. Alfred wasn't really dying, was he?! Arthur sighed shakily and felt more tears sting his eyes as they rolled down his face, falling on the soft blue blankets.

He found himself remembering everything about Alfred, his dear little brother... he remembered the way he would smile when he came home, or how he would complain before he left, and how he would call him 'Iggy', not being able to pronounce 'England' properly. 

Soom Arthur was sobbing and hugging himself, he couldn't take it anymore. He was going to be alone....

Until three knocks tapped hurriedly on the door.

// i make way to many stories, i know!! Shshsh!! But i just want to wait until people read them so I'm not busting my brains out trying to think of stuff for nothing ;7;. But anyway, please recommend who should be on the other side of the door!! Francis or Mattie?!//