~third person pov~
All the children and parents lovingly stared at the parents. "Wow...this was a great story," Alfred smiled as he looked at the photo of his parents when they were younger. The thought of growing old with his beloved Kiku made his heart flutter with happiness. "Alright then, it is getting late we need to head out, kids," Matthew and Alfred called, gathering the children together to leave. Francis and Arthur helped each other to get up as they said goodbye to Antonio and Gilbert. "Maybe we can reschedule the picnic outside next time," Arthur laughed.
"Yes, of course," Francis smiled. Everyone left one by one. Saying bye to each other as if they would never see each other again. In a way, the old couple's story made them think hard about their time alive and how every moment could lead to something greater than it was.
~later that night~
Francis put on one of his old records singing along happily. "My love! Dance with me," he called with his hand out for Arthur. "Francis, you have gone mad," Arthur laughed. "Mad in love for you," he smiled. Arthur put down the photo of them he was looking at as he grabbed Francis's hand to dance. They danced so slowly as if not wanting to let go of each other.
"Francis, the longer I am married to you, the stronger my love is for you," Arthur put his head on his shoulder, slow dancing more. "My love, every day is the beginning of something new, don't forget that," He pulled away to look at Arthur, soon whispering a French poem to him. "Be it Sunday or Monday, evening or morning, midnight, midday in hell or paradise, loves to resemble to loves, it was yesterday I told you: "we will sleep together."
Francis smiled at Arthur sweetly, kissing him slowly on the cheek and continuing to dance slowly to the slow French music.
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Sorry this chapter was short. But thank you so much for reading. That is it for this story, but I will have more to come❤️❤️❤️❤️ thank you again and merry Christmas
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Back then (FrUK)
FanfikceFrancis and Arthur remember the days when they were younger, telling the story of how they met.
