Francis x Arthur : This is Love right?

Time to let him go

There was a knock-on France's door. Matthew stood there, a gun in his pocket if needed. He hoped it would not come to that.

Alfred was standing next to him as he had the gun in his pocket as well ready to shoot Francis if he needed. 

Francis opened the door before pointing to the living room. "I know why you are here, he is in the living room, I have not hurt him and you can ask him that yourself," He said with a sad voice.

They went inside, Matthew stay with Francis as Alfred went to Arthur

Matthew and Francis In the hall

Matthew frowned at the reaction. "Papa... why did you do it...? Why go through all this trouble? Why..." He paused. "Why hurt us...?"

Francis looks down at the ground. "I....I thought that You and Alfred would keep him away from me, or that someone would steal him from me and I couldn't risk it that's why I did it and I don't deserve to be called papa after I killed my own son."

Matthew found himself holding back tears. "P-Papa... Why...? You... You care about us, right...? Don't you...?" 

 Francis looks at him as tears fall from his eyes. "I do care about you guys and I do love you but I couldn't lose Arthur, I got scared and let the fear control me I should have known better." 

Matthew ran forward and wrapped his arms around Francis, beginning to cry. "Papa!" 

Francis hugs him back and cries on Matthew's shoulders. "You don't hate me? after what I did to you." 

 Matthew hugged tighter. "Of course not! I love you... I'm angry, yes...but I don't hate you." 

Francis hugs Matthew back smiling. "I love you too and you have all the right to be mad at me for what I did and I'm sorry about it." 

 Matthew hugged tighter. "Please...stop this, Papa..." 

 Francis sighed and nodded. "I'm doing it if you guys chose to keep Arthur away from me or even tell me to leave him be I will, I'm going to let him go and be free, I have already promised him some stuff and agreed on some stuff as well," he said with and sad voice as he pulled away from Matthew. "Take him quickly if you have to." 

Matthew nodded at that, though he hugged tighter. "Papa... I'm sorry..."

Francis looks at him and hugs him back. "Don't be sorry Matthew, I know what I did and I need to pay for my action, let's go to the living room I want to say goodbye to Arthur if you guys do take him away from me." he moved into the living room.  

Matthew followed him, tearing up. "Papa, wait..." He grabbed the other's wrist. "I... I can't... You can say goodbye when they come here, okay...?" He wasn't going to tell France that they were planning to bring England around the back.

 Francis nodded and did as he was told. "Just let me say goodbye before you leave that's all I asked of you."  

Alfred and Arthur In the living room

Alfred moved into the living room to cheek on Arthur. "Iggy wake up, We came to save you."

Arthur's eyes opened and he sat up. "Al...?" He rubbed his head. "I'm all right, I..." He sighed. "I don't need saving, but if you insist..."

Alfred looks at him and took Arthur's hand. "Yes, you do France is not safe to be near you need to stay away from him, he killed me and Matt you know he could do it again, we need to get you away from him."

Arthur stood up with Alfred. "I'm alright, really... I..." He sighed. "Al, please...He won't hurt me. He may be a bit...terrifying, but...he won't hurt me...I promise..."

Alfred looks at him. "How do you know that? He is not acting like himself Arthur. You are not even talking without pausing between them."

Arthur sighed. "Alfred, I promise you he will not hurt me. I promise you!" He looked at Al, almost desperate. "Don't you trust me?"

Alfred looks at Arthur. "I do trust you, I just don't trust him. So, give me one good reason to trust him and I will leave you here."

"I love him... I know it's crazy, but-" He hugged himself. "He's unwell...I get that... but... he's still my Francis...he...wouldn't hurt me... You're not just the hero in this one, Alfred. It's complicated." 

Alfred looks at him. "Are you sure about that he used to say he would never hurt Matthew his own son and he killed him, Arthur, I just looking out for you as A brother."

Arthur sighed. "I... I know... He...He thought he was protecting me... I didn't... I'm sorry...this is...This is all my fault..." The Englishman covered his face with his hands, now shaking.

Alfred hugs him. "Don't think like that Arthur, nobody knew this was going to happen or that Francis was planning it so don't think like that."

Matthew, Alfred and Arthur in the living room

Meanwhile, Arthur was clinging to America and sobbing while he did. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."

Alfred held him close. "Don't be sorry you couldn't help this, Matthew can you come for a moment?"

Mattie hurried past Francis and into the living room. "What is it, Al?" He seemed worried.

Meanwhile, Arthur couldn't stop himself from crying. "I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry..." He was shaking, too.

Alfred points his blink on Arthur before lifting Arthur up in his arms and standing up. "I'm taking him away from him, look at his state he can't stay here Matthew but you need to keep France busy."

Francis and Matthew in the Hall.

Matthew nodded before going back to Francis. "Sorry, Papa..." He hugged again. "Can we spend more time together? I think you've been alone for too long." 

Francis hugs him back. "Sure, we can spend more time together, I just need to know Is Arthur okay?"  

 "Arthur is fine... I promise... He's just... Overwhelmed. Things have been crazy, you know?" Arthur was asleep by the time he was placed in the car. Poor guy.... They've all had a rough couple of days..." 

 "I know and it's my fault, Arthur fears me and doesn't feel safe around me what lover do that to someone they love?"

Matthew sighed. "You were scared... It... It doesn't justify anything...but...I understand...kind of..." He took France's hand. "I still love you, papa.."

 Francis node and smiled a bit. "I know Matthew, I know and I love you too."    

"Papa, I should go... Al might get worried about me..." 

 Francis node. "I understand by Matthew tell Arthur I love him." He went upstairs crying quietly. 

Alfred and Arthur in the car

Arthur was just clinging to Al, still crying. He could hardly even recognize being lifted, he was so out of it. Though, he did start grow...tired...

Alfred took him outside the back way as they had planned and to the car. "Arthur rest, I take you away from this place and from him." Alfred sighed softly as he drove Arthur back to his and Matthew's place.

Arthur was still asleep by the time they made it. Tear-tracks stained his cheeks, but he seemed...peaceful... in a way.

Alfred took him outside the car into the house as he stokes Arthur's cheek as he places him down on the couch. "You are safe now Arthur."

Arthur didn't move, he simply remained there. Silent... Still... a smile appeared on his face...

Alfred smiled. "I knew you would be better here, you are already smiling, I won't Let France have you again."