A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATTIE~! ^^ Guess who didn't forget you~?
Matthew woke up, sitting up and stretching. He yawned, and then got out of bed, a smile on his face.
Now, normally Matthew Bonnefoy was not a morning person. He never was, and he never really would be. But, today was a special day. Today was his birthday. And he swore not to say anything. He wanted to see who would actually remember his birthday.
Eagerly, he ran downstairs.
"Morning Papa!" he said as he walked into the kitchen, seeing his father in his apron (we all know Francis has one xD), cooking breakfast as always.
"Good morning mon petit!" Francis said, turning away from his cooking for a moment to smile at his son.
Matthew smiled, taking a seat on one of the stools around the table on the side of the kitchen, also serving as a divider of the kitchen and living room. He knew his Papa would remember his birthday, so he wouldn't have to say anything…right?
"Matthew, have you heard the news?" Francis asked, placing a plate in front of his son. French toast and bacon was carefully placed on the simple plate. Matthew smiled a bit.
"No, I haven't. What news?" he asked.
"Arthur has planned a surprise party for Alfred on the 4th," Francis said, smiling.
"O-oh. Right," Matthew said, smiling politely.
Of course he would go to the party. Alfred was his boyfriend as of 2 years, since they were 15. They had been friends longer than that, but since they got together, they had become an item.
Every year, he had to remind people of his birthday, especially since Alfred's birthday was just 3 days away. But….surely someone would remember his birthday? Just one person…right?
They finished their breakfast, talking about little things, comfortably as always, though Matthew's mind was away.
After breakfast, Matthew decided to go see Alfred.
He knocked on his boyfriend's door to have Arthur answer the door.
Arthur was a fairly nice, usually even-tempered man. Well, that was except around his son or Papa.
"Oh, good morning Matthew," Arthur said, nodding as he stepped away to let the boy in. "Here to see Alfred, I assume?"
Matthew walked into the house, smiling a bit and nodding.
"He should be down in a minute. Do you want something to drink?" Arthur asked, walking toward the little kitchen.
"No," Matthew said, a bit too fast.
With only Arthur and Alfred living in the little house, the kitchen was a disaster area.
Before Arthur could give Matthew a questioning glance, Alfred came down, knocking into something, probably breaking it.
"Hey Mattie!" he said happily, walking over and hugging him.
"Hey," Matthew mumbled back, blushing lightly.
No matter how long they were together, Alfred still made him blush with just the simplest of gestures.
"So, what's going on today?" Matthew asked, trying to ask him if he remembered without it being obvious.
"Nothing big," Alfred chuckled. "Just gonna chill out today. Why? Is there something you have planned?"
"No," Matthew lied. "Nothing big," he said, using the words Alfred had just used.
"Well, I wanna grab some breakfast," Alfred said, smiling.
"McDonalds?" Matthew chuckled.
"You know it!" Alfred said. "You coming?" he asked, grabbing his keys and heading for the door.
"Defiantly," Matthew replied, grabbing Alfred's hand.
"See ya later Dad!" Alfred called as he left.
As Alfred and Matthew were driving around later that day, Alfred finally, finally got a feeling that something might be upsetting Matthew.
"Hey, Mattie, you alright?" he asked, being blunt, as always.
"No, Alfred," Matthew mumbled, looking down.
It was nearly 6 'o clock. They had run into tons of friends throughout the day. No one had remembered him, though. He had even been mistaken for Alfred once or twice when they weren't together.
"What is it?" Alfred asked, concerned now.
Matthew sighed, turning to look out the window.
"Alfred, it's-"
Matthew never got to finish as the semi truck sped across the red light, hitting the truck on its side.
From there, it was chaos. The truck was destroyed, having been hit on the passenger's side.
Blood splattered the inside of the cab. As the airbags deflated, Alfred mumbled a bit. His leg hurt like a bitch.
'Must be broken,' he thought.
Slowly, he turned, afraid of what he would see.
Matthew was slumped down on the airbag. Blood matted his hair; his glasses had been thrown off his face. Matthew was in an awkward position, the door bent and no doubt hurting his side, if the blood there was anything to go by. His eyes were closed and for a terrifying moment, Alfred couldn't tell if he was breathing or not.
"M-matthew?" Alfred asked, shakily undoing his seatbelt and reaching out for him. "M-mattie?"
There was no reply.
It was a week later. Francis and Arthur had taken turns staying at the hospital. Alfred had been kept to keep an eye on his head and leg. He had a hairline fracture in his skull and a broken leg. He was allowed to get up and walk around, with the help of crutches, because there was nothing the doctors could do but keep an eye on him.
Matthew, on the other hand, still hadn't woken up. He had hurt his head badly, and his right side had been heavily damaged. A broken arm, leg, and a few ribs.
The doctors found no reason the boy wasn't waking up, but they just said to give him time.
Currently, Alfred was sitting on one side of Matthew's bed, Francis standing by the other side. Both were careful of the various tubes and wires connected to Matthew.
Arthur was at home, getting some well-deserved sleep.
That night, just as Francis was about to go over to the couch and go to sleep, and Alfred was going to go to his room, Matthew started mumbling.
Both were instantly at his side again, awake and alert.
"Matthew? Mon petit?" Francis asked carefully, trying not to get his hopes up.
After a few agonizingly long seconds, Matthew's eyes opened.
His violet eyes were duller, and still half closed, but open none the less.
"Mattie!" Alfred said happily, still sitting in the chair, leaning on the bed and holding his hand.
Matthew looked between the two for a moment, staying silent and still before talking.
"….who are you two?"