Third person pov in present time
"What?! To when?!" Francis asked, throwing himself back, shocked. "I don't know, and you need a picture to help pinpoint a point in time; who knows what picture they used," Arthur said worriedly. Suddenly Francis's eyes widened. "What?" Arthur asked. "This morning, I saw them looking at a photo album; I had no idea what they were doing; if I did, I would have taken the album away," Francis started making himself stand up. They both looked at each other and rushed to Matthews's room to see that the album was still on the bed from that morning When Francis started to rush them out. Arthur looked at the album and saw that the page it was left on had a picture missing.
"February 5th, 1975? That day..." Arthur tried thinking. He read more of the description in the margin next to where the picture should have been. "Arthur 17, Francis 18, Antonio 18, Gilbert 17, Ludwig 16, Feliciano 16" Arthur read the names and ages on the side. "That picture!!! Alfred was holding it. It was....it was the day I asked you out on our first date," Francis stuttered a bit, recalling the memory from that morning. "That was the year we met...."they both said in unison, horrified. Arthur looked, realizing something as well. "That must have been the paper I saw Alfred holding this morning. I was about to take it from him, but he hid it," Arthur said, feeling equally guilty.
"Francis, if they mess up one small thing, anything that causes us not to meet, our whole future would be gone," Arthur said, looking as if he wanted to cry. Francis pulled him in and embraced, rocking him, trying to calm him down. That is when Arthur suddenly pulled away from Francis. "When you suddenly lost your memory......something must have happened," Arthur realized, freaking out. "If we do not meet, they will cease to exist....or at least one of them will cease to exist," Arthur mentioned. "The surrogacy we had for both of them, to have both. The possibilities of what will happen are great," Arthur explained worriedly.
"Is there anything we can do?" Asked Francis. "I.....I do not have the book with me....it is hard to tell." Arthur thought for a moment. "What if we give them assistance with your magic?" Francis asked again. "I can try, but I am not sure if anything will come up," Arthur explained as they continued to be worried. "Let's just hope they are smart enough not to ruin anything else," Arthur said, worried. "I am sure they can handle it," Francis said, pulling Arthur closer for another embrace.
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~Matthew pov~
"Okay, we find Gilbert and Antonio; we get closer to pa- Francis," I said, correcting myself so no one could hear me say, papa. "I can handle looking for them; just focus on talking to da-Arthur," Alfred restored. Old habits stick to someone. Alfred and I walked to class together. "I will let you know if anything comes up," Alfred said, waving me off and leaving for his class. Okay....this is not a challenging task Matthew; all you need to do is talk to your dad's past self, hoping he does not see through you, and hope he and your papa fall in love, so you don't cease to exist.... yes.... very easy.
I laughed to myself nervously. Once I walked into class, I saw Arthur sitting in the corner by himself, reading a book. "Da-Arthur," I quickly corrected. He looked up and lifted a brow to me. "Can I sit with you?" I asked quietly. He nodded and took off his book bag from the seat next to him. "Go ahead," he said coldly, looking back to his book. I shuffled through my bag to find materials but accidentally dropped my bag. "Oh snap," I said, rushing to pick up my things. Arthur stood up to help as well. "It is fine. I got this," I laughed lightly. "Don't worry, and it is courtesy to hel-." He suddenly stopped talking. He looked at a book that fell out of my book bag.
"Interesting...I have a book just like this one at home," he said, taking it in his hands and looking through it. I froze in shock. Once he opened the book, the photo slid out. I nearly jumped off my feet to reach for it quickly so he would not see it. "That is mine...." I laughed, shoving the photo in my pocket and looking at him innocently. He gave me a suspicious look and flipped through the pages. "So.... you like magic or something?" He asked, asking. Great, he is starting to see through my act. "Yeah....my dad taught me some things, "I laughed, soon realizing that might dig me into a deeper hole. He nodded, studying me before handing me the book back. "Okay then," he said, sitting in his seat as I adjusted my things in my bag.
"That was a close one," was all I could think. Halfway through the class, I noticed Arthur would look at me from time to time.... like a hawk studying his prey. It felt like forever until the class ended. Once it did, I stood up quickly, heading for the door. I looked around and finally found Alfred's classroom. "Hey, we might have a problem," I started as he came out of the room. "Who's this?" A young boy asked, pointing to me. "This is my brother Matthew; Matthew, this is Antonio" Alfred smiled, nudging me a bit. I caught on quickly and held my hand out for him to shake. "Yeah...that's me," I laughed, looking at him.
Suddenly another boy who, of course, I recognized as Gilbert. "Oh, who is the cutie Alfred," Gilbert smirked, looking at me. I wanted to throw up. He was like my uncle... I have no idea what was worse at the moment. My impending doom, Alfred's smirk, Arthur's suspiciousness, or this ass wipes flirtatious vibe. I never seem to get a break.
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