I'm sorry this took so long! I was dealing with a pregnant cat, but she finally had her kittens. I thought that this was a lot longer when I wrote it. Eh, oh well.
Francis's POV
I was quiet bored to be honest. There was nothing to prepare for except America's birthday, but I really don't care about him. My phone started ringing and I eagerly accepted a change from the suffocating boredom.
"Hello?" I purred into the phone.
"France... It's... It's, uh..." It's that damn Brit.
"England, speak up I can't here you with all that muttering you're doing," He could at least try speaking like a gentleman.
"It's... Can... Francis, It's Matthew!" England finally managed to spit out. I immediately knew something was wrong because he used my human name which he never does.
"Arthur, what is it?" I said my voice serious now. My dear Matthew was in trouble.
"He's in the hospital. Please, you have to hurry," Matthew in the hospital. Why? He's so peaceful. My little Canada, I have to hurry.
Arthur's POV
This is all my fault. I've never been anything but cruel to Matthew. I stole him from France, but then I forgot about him. For god's sake I couldn't even remember his name. Then when Alfred broke away I made him fight his own brother. And yet through everything he kept smiling. How could I not see how much he was hurting? It's all my fault...
"What happened Alfred?" I asked him immediately. "Tell me who did this."
Alfred continued to hang his head with dark eyes. How could someone do this to Matthew? He's so innocent, so calm.
"It was his birthday," Alfred murmured. "How could I forget?" Then he looked up at me with a sadness I hadn't seen since... well ever.
"We did this to him. It's our fault." That... That doesn't make any sense. We couldn't have hurt Matthew this bad. Right?
Guilty Arthur and protective Francis. And I'm sure Alfred fits in there somewhere. Well! I'll be updating more frequently (hopefully) now that Tiny finally had her babies. Canada wakes up in the next chapter, so get ready!
