FACE CHAPTER 1: THE HOSPITAL ROOM
It was quiet in the american hospital room. Outside the sky was still cowerd with dark Clouds. By the windwo sat his Canadian brother looking out and hugging his polar bear that was bissy eating a cookie. Matheuw lookt ower at his sleeping brother who was lying in the bed. The messy hair was Messier than ursually and his skin paler then normal for the American.
He sighn and jumps to as the door opends and his father comes in. A relift sighn was heard from Matheuw´s lips as he stift down at the sign of his father.
The frenshman smiled at his son then lookt ower at the empty chair while getting ower to the chair he has been using all this time.
"He hasent been here today to, right?" Fancis askt Matheuw who shockt his head as a quiet answer. `still not talking hu´ the frenshman thought as he lookt ower at Alfred. `Well he is still unconcious so no wonder Matheuw isent talking yet.´ He maid a mental note to himself and removed his jacket as he notice Matheuw shiwering a Little. Francis put his jacket ower his chair, got the cover from the other bed and put it around his son who lookt up at him.
"Get some sleep. I will awake you if he awakes Matheuw okey?" He smiled softly and resived a nod from his son who fell asleep fast with Kumajirou in his lap also fast asleep. Francis grabs his chair and pulls it closer to Alfreds bed, sitting down on it with a hewy sighn.
"Arthur where are you? Its been a week, why hawent you cald back yet the boys needs you... I need you..."