The Scent of a Rose

England woke to bright lights and to a female voice saying something about a miracle and “…nobody else on that building survived.” He opened his eyes to the blinding light of a hospital room and a terrible headache as well as general aches and pains everywhere. 

The nurses looked astonished at the fact that he was awake. One of the nurses took charge “Welcome back, Mr. Kirkland, it’s nice to see you’re finally awake.  We’ll get someone in here to get you showered and help you brush your teeth.”  

Arthur blinked “Why am I here?” he asked. He strained trying to figure out what he could have done that lead him to be in a hospital bed but he was coming up short. 

“It was an air raid, sir, the building you were on top of was bombed. It’s a bloody miracle you survived, nobody else near your building survived” the blonde nurse, who seemed to be in charge, answered.

“Thank you…” Arthur muttered and tried to remember any details about an air raid but every time he thought too hard about it his headache only increased.

“The doctor will be around to check up on you shortly, just lay there and rest awhile, sir” the blonde nurse said sweetly as if it was just a normal day for her, which it probably was.

Arthur closed his eyes and let out a breath, he didn’t want to freak out just yet, he was sure that he would remember what was going on it would only be a matter of time.

Just as the british man was drifting off into an uneasy sleep he heard words that made his head hurt more if possible “Arthur, mon amour, are you awake?”

“No” Arthur said while pulling the covers over his head “Go away, frog”

Francis rushed to his loves bedside “Arthur, merci dieu, you are finally awake! I have waited so long…” the frenchman made no attempt to stop the tears of joy that were forming as he took England’s hand in his.

“G...get off!” Arthur sputtered wrenching his hand away.  Francis took a step back wounded slightly “Arthur? What is wrong amour?”

“Isn’t it quite obvious? You’re here.” The British man said annoyed.

“J'ai pensé que vous seriez heureux de me voir” Francis responded quietly, reverting back to French.

“The only thing I will be happy about is when you leave. I already have plenty of nurse’s thank you” was Arthurs retort.

Francis was unusually hurt by Arthurs words, normally he brushed off Arthurs insults but this was different; they were in love now.  Not to mention the fact that Arthur could have easily died in the explosion. This was no time for Arthur to act in such a manner; couldn’t Arthur see that he was a nervous wreck worrying about him all this time? He left the room without saying another word and waited outside the room until he saw Arthurs doctor coming towards him.

“After you examine him can you come back and tell me what he’s so angry about s'il vous plait? He won’t even talk to me…” Francis explained to the doctor.  The man gave a nod and told Francis to have a seat in the waiting room until he was finished with the examination.

It seemed like forever but the doctor eventually came back out and ran a hand through his hair in an exasperated manner “That man has temper doesn’t he?” the doctor asked rhetorically. “Anyways, Mr. Bonnefoy, Arthur is going to make a full recovery eventually.”

“Finalement?” Francis returned with azure eyes dancing in confusion.

“Mr. Kirkland is suffering from some head trauma and he seems to have lost his short term memory up to about a year.” The doctor stated matter of factly.

“So, you’re saying that anything that happened this past year he does not remember?” Francis asked hesitantly.

The doctor nodded “I’m sorry Mr. Bonnefoy” and then turned to go about his day.

“Pourquoi?!” the blonde shouted angrily to the ceiling and for the second time that day Francis Bonnefoy cried.

A/N-J'ai pensé que vous seriez heureux de me voir: I thought that you would be happy to see me. 

Also, I apologize if my fail French is fail, all I’m using is Google Translate since I speak zero French.