*Francis' POV*
I was pacing across my floor quickly, my boots making loud hollow clops with every step I took. I stared nervously at a grandfather clock that loomed over the room. It was eleven o'clock on the nose. I released a breath I hadn't known I was holding. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a small velveteen box. Inside was a silver pocket watch. I let my fingers run over the engravings on the back.
"Where is he?" I yelled nervously to the marble bust of Napoleon that sat next to me. I sighed and pushed my hair back. "What if he doesn't want it..." I asked to nothing in particular. "What if he rejects it?" I slammed my head into my bed pillow. Screaming into it as I fell.
I sat up again, glancing at the clock: It read 11:10. My heart stopped as I heard the entrance door creak open.
"Arthur?" I asked happily, shoving the box back into the depths of my overcoat pockets. I arched an eyebrow when I realized that the person standing at my door was not who I was expecting. Instead, it was a young boy. I recognized him as a villager.
"Francis, Francis!" He wailed worriedly, pointing to the darkness of the outside. "Theres été un accident!"
I moved over to the child.
"Charles..What happened exactly?"
"Monsieur Kirkland est blessé vraiment mal !" He said hurriedly, ushering me out of my house. I felt the colour drain from my cheeks as Charles' words replayed over and over again in my mind.
"There's been an accident...Mister Kirkland is hurt really badly."
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The Long Way Home (FrUk)
FanfictionRanked #2 In Overall FrUk Fanfictions When Arthur Kirkland becomes unwillingly involved in a serious accident, he is rushed to a nearby hospital, where he falls into a coma. He wakes a few days later with little knowledge of who he is. In the midst...
