~{France's POV}~

Today I visited his grave. My dear Arthur's grave. I visit him every day, like a good friend should. It's been like this ever since I lost him three months ago.
He died protecting me from Ivan. It had all happened so fast, but I can remember the gun shot, the blood, and mostly the smile across Arthur's face. One he made to me before he died in my arms. That Russian bastard shot him square in the heart. Though, the bullet was meant for me. I should have died that day, not my Arthur. I feel so guilty for being alive today. I tell him that every day. I just wish he could hear me.

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After a while I had returned home. As I walk through the door of our bedroom, I let my eyes glance over at Arthur's old desk. It was covered with different verities of books of alchemy, magic, paranormal, even crypto zoology. Amongst the books were different little nick-knacks of Dragon sculptures, Alchemy symbols, and of course, a few Pony merchandise. You see, my Arthur loved this show called My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I didn't care much for the children's show but something about it just interested him. He'd always watch the new episodes on Saturday morning, often waking me up to force me to watch it with him. Though, I'd just sneak off back to bed while he remained glued to the TV.
His favorite pony was this purple unicorn by the name of Twilight Sparkle. As feminine as she was, he'd always favor her over the others. I guess it had to do with her fascination with magic. Maybe it could have been the fact that she acts similar to how he did. I'm not sure. I just know he loved that pony.
Because of him I always find myself walking into the little girl's toy section at Wal-Mart and checking out what pony figures they have. I used to do such all the time when he was alive. It was amazing how that Brit's face would light up at a simple horse figure. He knew each and every one of the ponies’ names and he would recite them for me every time. I'd pretend not to remember them just to tease him, but he told me enough times that I'm sure I could name them all.

I can remember one year at Christmas time. My Arthur kept hinting for a Twilight Sparkle plushie. This was before he drilled into me what they looked like, so I had no clue. I ended up just taking him to the store to pick it out, himself. I still can't forget the look he gave me. It was just so cute.
He loved that plush to death, despite him being a grown man. He took it everywhere with him, of course hiding it in a pocket or bag. He never did let the outside world know of his obsession. Because he loved it so much, I made sure to have it buried with him. That way he would always have his Twilight Sparkle.
I can still remember his smile every time he cuddled it. I miss it...

I miss him so much…

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That night I dreamt of him, just like every other night. Though this night was different. I was awoken by a strange scratching sound on the back door. I sat up and rubbed my tired eyes, getting a quick glance at the time. 4:14AM. what could be at my door at this hour? Suddenly the whole room is lit for a single moment. Shortly after, a loud crack shook the entire house. Great. A thunderstorm.
I sighed and finally got up out of bed; heading towards the back door. The scratching sounded more panicked now. I peaked out the window to see...nothing. I bet it's a cat. I roll my eyes as I open the door to see what was outside, though what was there on the doorstep was no cat.
To my surprise it was a tiny baby pony! Not just any pony at that, it was a Unicorn! It stood only two to three feet tall at the shoulder, clearly a baby. Its hide was a light green colour and it's mane was a sandy blond. It held its head low as it shivered from the cold dampness. It looked it at me with the big emerald eyes, just begging for help.
This couldn't be happening! I could not be seeing a green unicorn at my back door! I blinked a few times, just staring at the pony. The thunder roared loudly which made the poor baby jump, then curl into a small little ball. The site of that poor trembling baby pulled at my heartstrings. I had to do something.
I knelt down next to it and gently stroked its soaking fur. To my surprise, it wasn't too scared of me.
“Are you lost, little guy?" I calmly asked it. The reply I got was a simple wide-eyed stare. I took that as a yes. “Would you like to come inside?" i spoke up again. Once more, it replied by staring at me with the huge emerald orbs. "I'll take that as a yes"
I gently picked it up, careful not to hurt it. It immediately began to squirm and squeak in fear. I almost dropped it accidentally.
“Careful, mon petit." I whispered to the pony. Somehow that calmed it down. Once more I was stared at with those big orbs. I couldn't help but smile at them this time. They seem somehow familiar.

I gently held the Unicorn close, like if I were holding a cat. I took it to the living room and set it down on the warm carpet.
“Stay here, mon petit. Let me go get you a few warm blankets." I said to the pony. It seemed to understand, for it gave me a little nod. I smiled and went into the closet down the hall to collect an old blanket or two.
I returned shortly after, blankets in hand, only to see the Uni curled up comfortably on Arthur's old rocking recliner. I really didn't like the fact it was on there, but I don't think my Arthur would have minded. After all, he'd be so exited to see what I've found.
“Found a comfy seat, have we?" I asked. It let out a playful snort and flipped its short little tail. I laughed a bit as I brought it the old blankets. I made a little nest out of them and the pony almost immediately crawled in it and got situated. I smiled at the site. I had to admit it was pretty cute.
Next I went and got it a bowl of water and food. I also got some newspaper, in case it had an accident.
“Here's some water and fresh lettuce if you get hungry or thirsty." I told the little pony. "Now please go on the newspaper if you need to go to the bathroom. I don't want to see any accidents! ~" It let out a little squeak in response. I'm pretty sure it can understand me. How is that even possible? But then again it's a green unicorn, it can do anything.

I let out a yawn. It's time to head back to bed. I glanced back over at the pony, who was already fast asleep in it's little nest of blankets. I couldn't help but smile. It reminded me too much of my dear Arthur. Those eyes, the little horn, even the mane colour. It was so much like Arthur. I just wish he could have been here to see this. I headed back to my bedroom and laid back down. No sleep for me though, what had just happened prevented that. How in the world could there be a tiny unicorn in my house? Why is it here? How did it get here? So many questions filled my mind. Eventually I passed out due to exhaustion. After all, it was about 5:30AM when I went back to bed.

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The next morning I awoke to a little green nose in my face. I didn't think much of it at first; Arthur used to always put his Twilight plush in my face like that to wake me. But this nose wasn't purple, and it wasn't at all the right size.
I yawned and sat up in my bed. I looked down to see the little unicorn sitting in my lap, once more staring at me with those big green eyes. It's kind of like a dog! That's so cute-wait... How did it jump in my bed?! It's too tall for such a little pony. Further more, how did it get in my room?! The door was shut! What magical sorcery is this green thing?