"Arzhur!" Francis panicked.
The Brit was screaming and flailing everywhere. He could already see Alfred getting out of the water, lifting Matthew onto his back. His cousin knew CPR, but he couldn't help get Arthur out of the water.
By this point, Arthur had given up the struggle and was now dipping below the pool's surface.
Francis made the split second decision to jump into the pool and swim to the drowning blonde. He grabbed him around the waist and drug him to the edge where he was lifted out by Alfred.
From there, he watched Matthew go through the process of chest compressions until Arthur coughed up the water in his lungs. He soon went unconscious, the stress on his body too much.
"You idiot! You know he can't swim!" Matthew shouted as Alfred pulled him back in his wheelchair, knees bloody from the pavement.
"Mattie..." Gilbert eyed Matthew's injuries with concern. "Lemme fix zhat up for jou."
"Yeah. G'head."
The German went off to find bandages while Francis got down on his knees next to Arthur.
"I'm going to take 'im 'ome."
"Be careful." Matthew warned.

(•••)

Arthur woke up in somebody else's bed. He didn't know how he got there...or where he was last for that matter...
Alister had been bugging him about going somewhere...
Oh yeah.
The pool.
Francis.
But then how did he get here?
"You're awake!"
"God. It's you. I must be in hell."
"Don't be like zhat. I saved your life!"
"Prove it."
Francis laughed. "You're alive aren't you?"
Arthur scoffed and tried to get up, but Francis kept him down. "You need to rest, mon ami."
"You need to stop being such a froggy frog."
"Zhat is very 'urtful, Arzhur."
Arthur sighed.
"Thank you."
"Huh?"
"Thank you for saving me."
Francis beamed. "Pas de problemme! You were actually quite light."
That's right.
Francis would have been touching Arthur while he was unconscious. The Brit shivered.
"So...I'm sorry."
"About what?"
"Everything. Everything I've ever done to anger you."
"We've drug this rivalry along for too many years." Arthur agreed. "Let's just make up and be friends."
"Or more...?"
"What? Why would you say that?!"
"Matthew told me everyzhing. You sabotaged my relationship wizh your brozher because you were jealous..."
"No...I...well...yeah..." Arthur blushed, looking down at his hands. "I did."
"You could 'ave just told me..." Francis scooted closer to the Brit.
"I..." Arthur didn't get to finish. The other blonde pressed his lips against his own, kissing him with a hungry force.
"Let's start over, Arzhur."
Arthur nodded, almost speechless. "Yes. Let's."