A/N: I use italics, bold, etc.. here. They are all to draw attention to or emphasize something, as I am sure most of you know, but in addition, so you do not get confused, sometimes here Italics are used to show when someone's voice is heard through the telephone. Thank you for reading this. ^^

A/N #2: This is my fill to the request of: Canada/Matt is scared or gets hurt and both England and France try to comfort him but all Canada wants is his brother America. on the hetalia-kink journal on livejournal which I decided to post here for all you lovely people! Enjoy~!
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"Shhhhh Hush lad. Its alright. What is bloody-"
"Mon cher, Watch your tone around mon petit Mattheiu" Francis murmured softly, rocking the boy. He had called England, Half hysterical, and hung up before even getting out a coherent sentence. Reasonably worried,Arthur had asked Francis (Well, Not so much asked as screamed 'BLOODY FROG GET YOUR ARSE TO MATTHEW'S HOUSE!' )

Arthur flashed a guilty look, noting how the fact his tone had risen during his attempts to soothe Matthew had only served to frighten the poor boy. "Sorry poppit" He muttered, kissing the crying boy's cheek. "Tell me what happened, alright?"

Matthew shook his head back and forth quickly. His body, obviously disagreeing with the motion, tensed, and he ripped himself from Francis's arms, only managing to make it to the bathroom door when his body bent over slightly and he was ill all over the floor.

Francis,seeming to be slightly alarmed, tilted his head towards England and, voice hushed, murmured "Cher, heat up some of the croissants I have in my bag. Just slightly warm, not hot" he muttered, figuring the other nation would need something to distract himself with.

He quickly agreed for once, and, sending Matthew a worried glance, headed towards the kitchen, picking up the small baggie of croissants and other small things from Francis's discarded bag, tutting to himself when he noticed it was made in France. "would it bloody well kill the frog to buy something made in my country for once? We have bags of much better quality than this for half the price in that darling little shop across the street from the hotel he usually stays at..." He muttered, rolling his eyes, ranting quietly about it an a (weak) attempt to distract himself from his worry over the boy in the other room whom Francis was currently tending to.

In the other room, Francis had grabbed a tissue and gently dabbed the Vomit from the corner of Canada's lips. "Petit, why did you not tell me you were Ill?" He noted the tears still burning in the other's eyes and gently hugged him to his chest. "And sad as well...why did you wait until now, Mattheiu?" He asked softly, proceeding to give him a gentle scolding as he stroked his hair. "Now, how long 'ave you been sick cher?" He asked softly. "Tell Papa, s'il vous plaît?"

Matthew gave no response to the question, shivering lightly, causing Francis to frown and, gently sliding the boy out of his lap, standing, only to pick him up and carry him to the bed, lying him down, pressing his lips to his forehead. "Cher, You have a fever..." He murmured. "Well, If 'ou won't tell papa how long you've been sick, will you tell Moi why you were crying?" He asked softly. Canada shook his head again.

"Is there any'ing I can do to make you feel better?"

"W-w-want Alfred..." He sniffled.

"Cher, Alfred is at a meeting"

Matthew only responded by bursting into another full-blown fit of tears.

"Alright, alright mon petit! Shhh Shush, i am calling your brother!" He soothed, dialing a number on his cellphone and pressing it to his ear, gently stroking Matthew's hair as he sniffled away his tears.

A voice came on. "Dude, France! Not that I don't want to talk to you, cause a Hero's gotta be nice and wanna talk to everyone, but I'm kind of busy brosky!"

"Amerique, Your brother wishes to speak with you. 'e is very ill and..." He hummed softly, trying to say how upset he was without wounding the Canadian's already fragile pride. "Eh... Shall we say under Ze weather in other ways?"

Alfred paused for a moment, then some shuffling was heard, as well as a muffled. "Guys, Ive gotta go use the totally Heroic bathroom for a moment!" There was more almost- silence, only the sounds of footsteps heard, before his voice came back on.

"Put Mattie on the phone, Hearing my heroic voice will make him all better in no time!" He said, voice holding some slightly-forced cheerfulness. Francis pressed the phone gently under the Canadian's ear.

He sniffled, but whispered a soft "H-Hello?" Into the mouthpiece.

"Hey bro, what's wrong?" He asked, voice unusually gentle.

"I-I-Im sick 'n I had a nightmare..."

"Aw, want me to talk to you for a bit?"

"Y-Yes please.."

"Okay bro-"

"C-can you come over instead?" He requested shyly after a moment, wiping at his eyes with a tissue the Frenchman handed him, politely ignoring the conversation, knowing Matthew liked his privacy.

"...Uh...Im kind of in the middle of a really important meeting..." Alfred said regretfully.

"O-Oh.." he whispered, curling in on himself.

As if seeing it, Alfred bit his lip. "Hey bro?"

"Yeah?"

"I can miss one meeting. Ill be there in about an hour okay? can you hold out that long?"

"C-can you stay on the ph-phone?"

"Sure bro. Ill bring McDonalds." he siad, tone teasing.

Despite everything, this gained a soft giggle from matthew. "Don't you dare alfred!"

"Well, I guess for my bro I'll bring something else..."

"Oh?"

"Yeah...maybe Some Canadian syrup I have riding around in my car that you gave me last week. Doubt you'd be interested~~"

He giggled again, tears drying up. "Of course not...Bring it anyways."

"You've got it Bro."