**Meanwhile before and during the Sleepover...**

[mythicalengland]

Arthur was sitting at his desk, drinking his favorite PG Tips, watching it drizzle outside his window. It reminded him being home this time of year, all the gray skies and rain. His fairy friends were all huddled in the window seat out of the wet, looking gloomy themselves. They were just picking at the cookie Arthur had given them. The whole mood

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[viva_la_francis]

Francis was never and had never been a "morning person" by any stretch of the imagination. But for some reason, he was awake and enjoying a nice rich coffee and a croissant as he perused the morning news and the security breach announcement.

His coffee lay forgotten on the floor as he bolted for the door, threw it open and only saw RELIEF staring him in the face.

Arthur was alright, he was NOT the student injured.

Arthur's hand was still up and poised to knock when the door flew open and a relieved Frenchman just reached out and pulled him into a hard embrace.

"Oh Dieu merci, vous êtes tous à droite." Francis cried squeezing tightly to reassure himself that Arthur was indeed unharmed and alright.

[mythicalengland]

Arthur had not been expecting Francis to throw open the door and to receive that sort of fierce embrace. But he was relieved and his arms wound back around Francis and returned the embrace.

"I was worried. I'm so glad you are alright." Arthur said as the first silent tear trickled unremarked down his cheek.

Francis just tugged him inside and shut the door with his heel, not letting go of the embrace just yet.

[viva_la_francis]

Francis just held him a moment longer then leaned back and cupped Arthur's face in his hands. "You right now are a wonderful sight. I was also worried." Francis said placing a kiss on Arthur's brow.

"Now, please sit. Let me make you tea." Francis said going to move to the kitchen but was stopped by a hand on his wrist. Arthur's head hung low looking at his feet dejectedly.

"Forgive me." was the tiny voice, uncharacteristly spoken. Those two words very hard to say by someone so proud.

Francis just smiled and went back to collect Arthur in his embrace.

"I already have Mon Amour. But you also must forgive yourself. Sit, let me make you tea and you will tell me what happened. All of it." Francis said steering Arthur to a chair at the table before going to make his beloved Brit his favorite Earl Grey.

[mythicalengland]

While Francis made Tea, Arthur's attention was pulled toward the window where the little Rose fairy danced around her GORGEOUS little house