DISLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA, BUT BY GOLLY DO I WISH I DID

Those same words rang through his head every day along with a sting of guilt etched into his heart. The sad look the doctor gave him full of pity and fake sympathy. What did he know? How could a stranger possibly act like he knew what he was feeling? His best friend. His lover. His husband. No longer knew his own name.

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Dull, emerald eyes opened as their owner sat up slowly in his bed and let out a low groan. Arthur Kirkland, age 24, woke up with a small throbbing in his head and dried tears slapped across his red cheeks," Another day, another chance." He muttered to himself the same words he had said for the last four years.

Four years ago today, he had gotten the call, the call that changed his perfect life completely upside down. Arthur had his two baby boys in his arms that he and his lover had recently adopted when the phone rang with a tragic message waiting for him. He could remember dropping the phone when he heard the news, his husband, car accident, …hospital.

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"Francis?! Please, anyone where is he? Where is my husband?!" a young Arthur had cried out upon reaching the hospital with two crying bundles in his arms.

But he didn't need an answer. A stretcher burst through the double doors with blurred colors of blue, blonde, and red. So much red. It stained the porcelain floors as it made a trail through the emergency room to the operating table. Arthur couldn't believe his eyes. His husband. HIS. The cerulean blue eyes that had looked at him with admiration and strong arms that embraced him every chance they could, were now on the boundary of life or death. His memories were as clear as day as he waited and waited in anticipation to see his husband smile, or even open his eyes again to assure him that everything was okay.

"Francis..please be okay..Don't leave me alone. Alfred and Matthew need you too..You can't leave them. Please God…D-Don't take my husband from me..please…" he whimpered out as his sobs echoed throughout the long days and nights he spent, waiting for his husband to awaken once more. The long phone calls he made to his brothers and the select friends he had gotten close to were his only comfort. He had to leave his boys with one his neighbor, Elizaveta, so he wouldn't have to leave the hospital in the chance that his husband woke up while he was away. The hospital had been nice enough to give him a few cups of coffee and hot chocolate out of pity by his third day sitting in the waiting room. A few had even held a small conversation with him before going back to their work.

He could remember finally being able to see his love again, but when he did see him, laying on the hospital bed with bruises and cuts across the once perfect skin, he was met with a horrifying phrase.

"Who are you?"

….

"Daddy?!" a small voice screamed up at the blonde man as he felt a light tugging on his pants leg.

"Hm? W-What?!"

"I'm hungry!"

A low chuckle broke through his lips as he was taken away from his thoughts by his four-year old son, Alfred. Alfred was the more vocal one of his sons by far, always yelling and screaming whenever he could unlike his twin brother who preferred to stay quiet and simply observe the situations around him.

"Alright alright, calm down. I'll get breakfast started soon, so go get dressed. Can you do it by yourself this time?" he asked as he picked Alfred up from his bed and set him down on the floor as he got his robe on, not wanting to get dressed since it was the weekend.

"Yeah! This time for sure daddy! Mattie too!" the small blonde let out a laugh as he ran out from the room to accomplish his new goal, his stubborn cowlick bouncing to and fro as he did so.

Arthur let out a small laugh, Alfred was always so energetic; it was refreshing. The Englishman looked around his room and picked up the small picture of him and Francis on his dress," Please remember me soon Francis…The boys are getting older…they need you.." he let out a sigh and gave the photo a tender kiss.

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"Francis do we really need to take a picture?"

"But of course~! It is our first Christmas together since we started dating, so it is a special occasion, non?" the Frenchman smiled and looked at himself through the camera of his phone, tossing the golden locks of hair over his shoulder," Besides, we hardly ever take pictures together because of you, so I want at least one more to add to my collection~"

"That makes you sound like a stalker you bloody frog."

"Maybe I am one." He leaned in and bit Arthur's ear lobe," But you'll never know that will you?"

Arthur's face flushed red as he shoved the slightly taller male away from himself," Y-You perverted bastard! Why do you have to act so creepy?!" he frowned deeply and crossed his arms across his chest.

Francis gasped and held a hand over his heart in fake hurt, "But Arthuuuuuur, You love when I act creepy!"

"I most certainly do not!"

"Hmm..Fine then." He let out his laugh and kissed the stubborn blonde on the cheek," One picture cher, that's all I'm asking of you."

Arthur sat on the floor quietly, staring at the glimmering lights on the Christmas tree. It was beautiful, the highlight of the house. It stood tall despite being so small at the same time. The silver tinsel wrapped around its branches only added to its beauty.

"Arthur?"

"One picture. That's it."

"Ah~! I knew you would come around!" Francis exclaimed as he clapped his hands together and scooted close to Arthur, his arm wrapped around his slender waist," Ready?"

"No."

Francis frowned and started tickling his side," Now are you ready?!"

"W-Wait no stop! Haha!" he laughed loudly and tried to get away from his attacker, but Francis kept his hold firm.

"Un, deux, et trois!" he smirked triumphantly as he pressed the button on his phone to take the picture. It was perfect," Oh Arthur look, you're actually smiling for once! Maybe now I can prove to people you do have teeth."

"Piss off! Everyone has teeth you bloody wanker! Now hand that over! It's an ugly picture!"

"Non! I like it, I think I'll set it as my backg-Ah!"

The night continued on like that. Once Arthur had tackled Francis to the ground they had an all out wrestling match in the living room before they found themselves cuddled against each other and giving the other loving kisses on the lips.

"Happy Christmas frog.."

"Joyeux Noel Arthur~"

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Arthur smiled sadly at the picture before placing it back in its spot on the dresser. It was one of his favorite memories, but it saddened him. The thoughts of when his husband actually knew who he was and cherished him only made the Brit long for his husband's presence even more. He had tried many times after Francis first woke up to make him remember, but he only managed to get on the bad side of his lover. It often ended in Francis screaming for security and Arthur being dragged out by said security or one of Francis' friends.

As he reached the kitchen, his other son, Matthew, was still in his pajamas and holding his beloved, stuffed polar bear he had gotten at the zoo.

"Papa!"

"Good Morning sunshine~ Are you hungry too?"

"Mhm!"

The small boy nodded and sat himself down at the table as Arthur watched carefully to make sure the boy didn't fall. Francis would have loved to see how big their boys were getting, but the man was missing. Gone back to his old apartment he had lived in before marrying Arthur, claiming Arthur was delusional and crazy. It had hurt, hearing such harsh words from his lover and being forcibly taken from the room from his denial. Francis' friends had promised to take care of Francis though since Francis had small fragments of memories of the trio having a drink together. That had hurt him even more, but he had asked them to keep in touch with so he could be informed of his husband's life. He wanted to hear everything that happened. So far, he hadn't heard anything about Francis remembering him or their children. He was relieved to hear that Francis hadn't gone out and found anyone to date though, his heart throbbed just from the thought of his lover with someone other than himself.

"Papa?"

"Yes?"

"You were staring at the wall again…"

"Oh, so I was. I'm sorry love, just a little distracted today." He ran his fingers through his own messy hair and started to make a small breakfast for them that consisted of burned toast, burned eggs, burned bacon, and yogurt. He never was good at cooking, that was Francis' job. The boys never complained though, only eating their breakfast and making a mess like any other toddler would do. Though, Arthur had to stop in the middle of his cooking due to Alfred's screaming once he had managed to get stuck in his shirt.

After all their bellies were filled and Arthur had busied himself with washing the dishes a loud crash echoed through the air. He was frozen in place with broken glass spread out along the floor from the plate he dropped as tears quickly clouded his eye sight. Green eyes were locked on a blonde man carrying a box out from the small moving truck with sweat beading down his forehead and a bright smile plastered on his face. Unless his mind was playing another cruel trick on him, he could have sworn his husband was the one moving into the house right across from him.

"Pap-"

"DADDY! YOU BROKE A PLATE!"

Arthur jumped from Alfred's sudden yelling, but kept his eyes aimed at the man outside," Um..Y-Yes I did..You two stay away, I don't want either of you to get cut okay?"

"Okay!" the two replied in unison as they ran from the kitchen to go play in their room, giggling and whispering to each other about what they were going to play with.

"Great…Focus Arthur. Stop being so damn distracted." He let out a small sigh. Only God knew how many plates he had broken from him getting lost in his own thoughts. This was different though, if that really was Francis, then he had a chance to win him back," Yes, that's it! This...This is what I've been waiting for. I'll get him to remember me again…" the Brit smiled to himself, bending down to pick up all the glass shards.

With the mess clean, Arthur spent an hour sitting on the couch to cycle through his thoughts," It's funny…he spent his whole life chasing after me and now…now I'm chasing after him. The tables sure have turned." He chuckled to himself. This was it. It was fate that brought them back together for sure, it was no coincidence that Francis just happened to move in across from him. They were meant to be together, he just knew it. Francis had even said it himself for his wedding vow.

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There they stood at the altar. Together. Both dressed in a simple white tuxedo with white lilies and roses spread across the room to join them. There were hardly any guests, but they only looked at each other with a deep love in their eyes. Arthur had said his vow with a trembling voice and hand, but Francis only stared at him with admiration before taking a deep breath and saying his vow. Arthur was crying by the time he was finished and only remembered on part. 'I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.' He held those words close to his heart for they were the ones that meant the most to him.

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"Don't worry Francis…we'll be together again soon."

Hey world~! :D So that was my first chapter to my first fanfic, I really hoped you guys liked it! I'm not sure when I'll get the second chapter up or if I even should put up another chapter(because I don't think this is all that good. n )) Comments are appreciated! I would love to get your opinion on this story and how I can make it better. So, until next time~!