Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. So, this is very short, but I realised that a lot of sad events that happen to the FACE family in stories are to do with America and England, so I thought I'd do another take on it. :'( I'm sorry…
Francis Bonnefoy was sat next to the hospital bed with his head in his hands. A young boy with hair like the Frenchman's, and a pale face was lying on the bed, his eyes closed, as if he were asleep. A machine beeped slowly in the background, but Francis couldn't hear it over the words that had been repeating over and over in his mind since they were spoken to him a few minutes ago.
He's been unresponsive for over a week. There's nothing more we can do…
Tears slipped down Francis' cheeks as he raised his head, standing up and leaning over the boy.
"Mathieu?" His voice was shaky, his hands trembling as he leant on the hospital bed. "Mon petit, can you hear me?" The Frenchman scrutinised the child's face for any signs of consciousness, but the boy remained still.
"It's your Papa…" Francis wasn't willing to give up. Not yet. How could he? Mathieu was his only son, his petit trésor. He couldn't let him slip away…
The door opened and the doctor gave Francis a sympathetic look. "I'm afraid it's time. We have to pull the plug on him now." His face was expressionless, having seen too many incidences of heartbreak like this.
Francis' tear-filled eyes pleaded with him. "Please, just a little moment longer – "
"That's enough, Francis. Let them do it." The Frenchman's lover, Arthur, appeared behind the doctor. His tone was firm, but he pitied Francis. He knew that Matthew and Francis were very close, and Francis would try everything to make them stay together forever.
Arthur put a hand on Francis' shoulder, before the Frenchman broke completely, burying his face in his lover's shoulder and letting out muffled sobs. Arthur held the other man, stroking his hair and comforting him while the doctor did what he needed to.
As the constantly beeping machine went quiet, Francis turned to look at his son.
"Je t'aime, Mathieu…" he whispered, kissing the boy's cold forehead for one last time.
…I made myself cry. I know it isn't very detailed but I just had to write it anyway. Please review… Poor Mathieu…