Francis x Arthur : This is Love right?

I Keep you safe

Matthew hurried back to the shared home of himself and America. By the time he got there, he was panting and sweating. "Thanks for leaving me there," he spoke in a soft sarcastic voice.

Alfred looks at him and then down on Arthur. "I'm sorry dude but I couldn't stay there with him. I mean look how peacefully he look, I won't give him back to France. He will not be safe."

"I get it, but couldn't you have waited for me?" Matthew sighed and went to kneel by Arthur. "Poor guy...he must feel so guilty..."

Arthur began to hum something in his sleep. H... ... yankeedoodle...?

Alfred looks at Arthur then at Matthew. "I'm sorry for leaving you and he feels so guilty he kept saying that it was his fault but it was not can't France see what he did to Arthur I won't let him get close to Arthur again. "

Matthew leaned his head onto the couch, next to Arthur. "Papa thinks he loves Arthur... Arthur thinks he loves Papa... but they're both scared... Papa's mind isn't in the right place right now..."

"I don't care what France thinks or where is mind is or if he is scared, He won't get close to Arthur anymore and I will make sure of that."

"Al, what are you saying...?" Mattie stood up, now a bit scared of Al. "He has to at some point..."

Alfred looks at his brother standing up. "He doesn't need to meet Arthur ever again and I will make sure of that by getting rid of France so Arthur will be safe." He pushes by Matthew still having the gun in his pocket as he moved to the door.

"Then how does that make you ANY BETTER, huh?!" Matthew was now shaking. "You're doing the same thing he did!" Matthew was now crying. "You think you're protecting him. You think it's helping, but it's not."

Alfred looks at him. "I'm protecting him by taking out the only thing that could hurt him and don't try to stop me I won't listen to you, this will help and He would be happy after France is gone you said it yourself he is scared!" Alfred yelled as he slams the door and went inside the car and drive to Francis's house with the gun.

Matthew frantically called France. Tears were running down his face as he sat down at the end of the bed where Arthur's feet were. Speaking of the Brit, he began to shudder. But he didn't wake, yet.

Francis woke up by the phone ring as he answers it. "Matthew, what is wrong? Did something happen to Mon Amour?"

"It's Al! H-He's lost it! He... He wants to kill you, papa... P-Please, don't hurt him. He's just...angry... Please..." Matthew sniffed. "Please..." Arthur mumbled something in his sleep and rolled onto the other side.

Francis sighed. "I thought one of you guys would do it and it's fine, I won't hurt him I gave Arthur a promise not to hurt anyone, Hey Matthew when Arthur wakes up tell him I love him and I enjoy the time I got to be with him, I love you as well my maple tree but I think this is goodbye for now."

"G-Goodbye Papa..." He sniffed and setback down. Matthew curled himself into a ball and began to cry. What could he possibly do now? Why was this happening...?