Lost Souls

Chapter Nineteen

The people have spoken and it looks like my next fic will be a Sufin. But I'm looking for titles. So far it's m' F'mily but I dunno. If y'all have cutesy ideas lemme know!

Francis opened his eyes to find himself in his own bed, surrounded by thick sheets. He turned his head to the left, eyeing the single rose Matthew had bought him and the framed picture of the brother he loved so dearly standing upright behind his cellphone, which he reached for out of habit.
The date proved to him that all that stuff with him dying and falling in love with Arthur was only an oddly realistic and completely out of character dream.
"Strange..." He muttered, wanting to forget about it. But the realization came to him that life was short. At any moment he and his little Matthew could be torn apart, leaving trails of regret behind.
He climbed out of bed, still in his pyjamas, and made his way down the hallway to where Matthew slept.
He sat down on the edge of his little brother's bed, watching him sleep. He was so precious, so delicate. Francis curled up at his side and hugged him close.
"Mm sleepin'." The younger of the two mumbled, trying to push away.
"Matthieu, I love you so much. You know zhat, right?"
"Mhm..." Matthew nodded and curled up in an even tighter ball than he had occupied before.
"Do you want moi to make pancakes for breakfast?"
"Yeh." Matthew nodded again.
Francis smiled and quickly tucked his little brother into the sheets.
He was walking downstairs when he heard a loud squeal followed by a crash. He quickened his pace until he was outside staring at something he couldn't believe.
"Bloody hell..." Arthur stepped out right behind him, equally amazed.
Tire marks cut through the front lawn and a blue Honda Civic was crumpled against the fence parting their yard from the neighbours'.
It was exactly like the dream, all the way down to the driver's mousy brown hair and blue vest with the cigarette's still in the front pocket.
"Holy shit! Are you okay?!" Alfred came running out of the house, still wearing his American flag pyjama pants.
"Oui. I'm just fine..." The man stepped out of the car, brushing his black pants off.
Francis glanced over at Arthur, seeing that he was equally shocked. He took ahold of the Brit's wrist and drug him inside to the bathroom.
"You 'ad the dream too." He accused.
"What dream?! There was no dream. You're going bonkers, old chap."
"No I'm not. I can see it in your face. You 'ad the dream where we died."
"Okay...so what if I did? You perving on people's dreams now, frog?"
"Arzhur...don't be like zhat."
"Why not?"
"Because you love me."
Normally, Arthur would reject this idea. But this time he just shut his mouth and nodded.
"Do you zhink zhat dream was real? Zhat we actually died and zhen found a way out of it?"
"Perhaps." Arthur nodded. "But if we are alive now...that means that Kiku still needs to ask Alfred out..."
"And my Matthieu is dating Gilfart." Francis shivered slightly.
"And we're...dating..." Arthur didn't shiver. Flattering.
"Which means I can do zhis." Francis leaned forward and kissed Arthur's cheek. The Brit's face turned red and he looked away.
"It's a lot better now zhat we're living and warm." The Frenchman purred.
"Fuck you."
"I zhought zhat was your job."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
"Oh, I'll make you." Arthur kissed Francis this time, right on the mouth. The Frenchman's face boiled hot with pleasure.
He breathed heavily when they parted.
"It didn't work. I zhink I need anozher." He smirked and Arthur rolled his Emerald eyes, kissing the Frenchman again.
"Now, enough of that. We have some things to do..."

In case y'all didn't know, the guy who hit Francis and Arthur was Quebec, who, as I keep saying, is canon. Shut up.