Francis had been laying down in bed, his arms wrapped around Arthur as he was the big spoon, while Arthur was the little spoon, getting cuddled by Francis. Francis felt a small nuzzle in his chest and let out a small groan. 

His vision was blurry as he began to wake up, his mind racing when he spotted a black figure in the doorway was holding something… something bright. 

"If you weren't going to give me a discount for my body," the woman cursed as Francis jerked up, waking up a dizzy Arthur who held his mouth and ran towards the bathroom. "Then burn! You messed with the wrong clan!" 

Smoke glistened into the air as a sharp blaze of fire announced itself into the room, the fire was growing larger and larger and he saw Arthur through the smoke.

Francis turned towards the window and grabbed the small bookshelf that was leaning up against the wall and picked it up, books falling all around the floor and around his feet and Francis threw the bookshelf at the window, glass shattering outwards, falling towards the ground like shooting stars.

Francis jumped out the broken window and climbed out, noticing there were no bathroom windows and climbed back into the fiery room.

“ Arthur ! “ The Frenchman shouted, he squinted through the smoke and ran towards the bathroom, he spotted the british male on the ground, coughing as his eyes squinted shut. 

Francis grabbed the coughing male and leaped towards the broken window, the fire around them consumed the room. Francis dropped Arthur rather roughly on the grass as he turned back towards the fiery room, Francis grabbed their pirate gear and their trusty swords. 

“Can’t leave behind a pirate’s trusty weapon,“ Francis muttered to himself, helping the dizzy british male to his feet and heard him mumble through multiple coughs. 

“Go to Alfred’s and Kiku’s house…“   

"It… it was that woman from earlier!" 

"Yeah, I know," he coughed as he squinted his green eyes against the harsh light of the sun. "She is dating the leader of a local mafia. Nobody had stood up to her before."

"Quite admirable," chirped Francis as Arthur grumbled something quietly. "What!? Can I not compliment you!?" 

"Just go to Alfred's…" muttered Arthur as the two left the house blazing behind them. He held a hand to his mouth as he lurched out the alcohol from last night into a nearby bush.

"Gosh... I didn't know I drunk that much.." He heaved as Francis rubbed the male's back, trying to calm him down.

"I am OK... Let's go... This way..!" Arthur took ahold of the Frenchmale's hand and the two sped away from the burning house.