I'm sorry for this last chapter to be short. There was so much more I could have added, but I wanted to retain its weird, non plot essence. Trust me, there were like devils and more humans involved with their relationship. Sorry for the Jeanne ending. I just had to do it. Thank you all for reading this and hope you'll follow me on my next stories.

-Peace, "T"

Heavenly and Beautiful

Arthur, perched at the top of the rooftops across Francis's flat, spotted Jeanne's mussy hair through the glazed windows. Ever since that kiss, Alfred has been crystallized over the years, and Arthur hopes that the kiss was some kind of mechanism to preserve his body. Losing his train of thought, he regained his attention to the pitiful girl, who returned to Francis and agreed to never speak of their kiss again.

Arthur sighed.

Jeanne isn't stupid, but she's simply being masochistic by torturing herself to stay in his flat. She sleeps in a separated room while her beloved idiot is together with his Canadian. Life at the flat isn't perfect; the two men would have a lover's spat, mostly caused by Francis's infidelity. When this happens, Jeanne comes into the picture and takes the role as a mediator between the two and mends their relationship even though afterwards she'll soak her pillow with tears. If she's too emotional to take that role, she'll simply go to Francis's room to sleep snugly in his embrace, but they won't go any further. This gesture would be the most intimate they would ever share, excluding her first kiss.

Francis holds no passion or attraction for her, and she won't blame him because she understands that that is his sexual preference. Near the end of her life, her history and background shows that she has never married, and instead, she gets joy from being part of her community, doing good works for the needy and for the young children. She manages to finish her education, ending up as a high school teacher.

Arthur smiled for her resilience because she's not hung over Francis's love life. However, through all of that, she continues to live as Francis's lifelong company and as Arthur's consultant. She is deeply concerned over Alfred ever since, and she encourages Arthur to never give up over his friend and to continue to nourish his crystallized form with love.

One day, Francis has finally appreciated Jeanne's efforts.

"Jeanne, I thank you, from the bottom of my heart, that you are still my friend despite everything. I hope that when we both die and are reborn, God will allow us to reunite. And then I can provide you the love you should have deserved a long time ago."

Jeanne laughed sadly, "Silly Francis. I don't believe in reincarnation."

She died before Francis did, yet she died with a crooked smile nonetheless. She left behind a legacy and for Arthur, a pure, golden soul for him to carry to heaven.

During his journey to heaven, Arthur realized something. Maybe- it's a hunch- but maybe. Arthur was meant to observe the chronology of Jeanne's beautiful life until the day her flame was extinguished by Death. If he wasn't an angel, he would have shed a tear because this girl was an influence to the angel, and he learned so much from her. When he reached a nearby cloud, he saw Alfred on a cloud, sobbing and sniffling, and Arthur swore for a second there that he dropped the girl's soul back into Earth. Alfred, his Alfred, is 'alive' and moving.

He pinched himself to double check that this isn't a hallucination or some kind of delusion to trick himself, but no, it's Alfred, thawed out and crying.

Hiccup. "Arthur." Hiccup. "Why." Hiccup. "Did she." Hiccup. "Have to." Hiccup. "Die."

Hiccup.

His sobbing grew louder.

"I didn't even get to say goodbye…"

With no time to waste, Arthur soared higher to release Jeanne's soul that is liken to the radiating sunshine and descended to the same cloud Alfred sat on. He shushed the devil with placating coos and noticed the changes in his friend's physical features. He had brilliant blonde hair, rosy cheeks, gray feathery wings, and a dim halo floating above his head.

It's as if…

"Alfred… What are you?"

"I-I-I…" stuttered Alfred.

When Arthur gingerly touched his hand, Alfred flinched back and gaped at his feeble hand, which stayed the same, no longer sizzling or in flames. It was a conditioned response for him to howl in pain by Arthur's touch but not anymore. Arthur eased closer, and a complicated expression crossed his face. He didn't hesitate to kiss him though, lips nipping and hands entwining. Alfred was too dazed to fluster about because his heart was as light as a feather. Arthur wiped Alfred's remaining tears away and kissed those rosy cheeks in adoration, worshipping his face to a degree that is unbelievably heart aching.

"You're not an angel. Your wings are gray, but you have a halo. What are you dear Alfred?" said Arthur in a breathless melody.

Another kiss to the forehead.

"I am yours, beloved Britannia. And that's all you need to know."

An audible laugh resounded the heavens as Arthur showered his friend with more tender kisses, happy to know how much spunk his old devilish friend retained. In the future, he cursed his angelic nature since he can't further their relationship as it already is. Alfred must find a spot in this ever changing world. However, those issues will come to light soon enough but not now.

Arthur laughed again, "No Alfred. You are wrong. You are not mines or anyone else's for you are too heavenly and beautiful."