AN: Hey readers! talk about last minute chapters!
Everyone stared at Ivan with shocked but hopeful faces.
"You...you what?!" Gilbert stuttered.
"I said, that I think I have found a way to wake Francis up!" Ivan repeated excitedly.
"Well what is it?" Gilbert asked getting frustrated.
"I still haven't tested it yet... but I'm almost positive that it will work!" stalled.
Matthew crossed the room, grabbed the front of Ivan's shirt and screamed, "I don't care! That is my papa and I will do anything to save him! So just do it!"
Ivan smiled, "okay!"
Ivan walked towards Francis as he hid something behind his back. He turned towards the others, "well here it goes!"
Everyone watched as Ivan produced a metal pipe from behind his back, took aim and yelled, "MAGIC METAL PIPE OF HEALING!"
All of a sudden the door to the room burst open for a second time and two nurses ran in, one grabbing the doctor's arm. "No big brother, it was just a joke!" the younger nurse yelled.
The metal pipe flew out of the doctor's hand and went flying only to hit the second nurse's protruding breasts, sending it flying into the air again.
The door burst open, yet again, and Alfred jumped in, "Do not fear! The hero is here!" he yelled as the metal pipe connected with his head, making him crumple to the floor.
The room finally went quiet as Arthur walked in and stumbled over Alfred. "What the bloody hell happened here?!"
The two nurses looked at each other than at Ivan who went to pick up the metal pipe with a disappointed look on his face.
"I am Katyusha, his here is my sister, Natalia. I am so sorry about our brother, he just doesn't seem to get Natalia's sarcasm!" the nurse with the huge breasts apologized.
"Well it wasn't really sarcasm..." Natalia muttered until Katyusha pushed her to the door, grabbing Ivan's hand and dragging him along.
"Sorry for the intrusion! I'm sure that your friend will wake up soon enough!" Ivan called back as he shut the door behind him.
Antonio, Gilbert, Matthew and Arthur looked at each other then at the American still on the floor.
"So does anyone want to explain what happened here?" the British man asked as he nudged Alfred's side with his toe.
Antonio, Gilbert and Matthew looked at each other and started laughing. Francis walked towards Antonio and threw his arm around his shoulders. "I can't believe you put me in a hospital with that crazy man! How am I going to survive this? Well I guess the nurses were hot... if they are the ones taking care of me, I think that I can live with the doctor."
The French man's comment made the Spaniard smile. "Just don't get used to it!" Antonio whispered back.
"So I've been thinking about the whole Francis being here thing..." Gilbert said as he took a swig of his beer.
"You? Thinking? You'd better be careful amigo or you might hurt yourself!" Antonio said with a playful smile.
The trio had left the hospital and went to Gilbert's. Arthur, Alfred and Matthew were coming over later for supper and Ludwig was working late then staying over at Feliciano's for the night. Gilbert smiled at the thought of that phone call, thinking of all the ways he could tease his younger brother when he got home.
"So what are you making amigo?" Antonio asked.
"A soufflé!" Francis replied excitedly.
"But I can't make a soufflé!" Gilbert whined. "I'm supposed to be making supper and does it look like I can make a soufflé?!"
Francis sighed, "Non, you look like you would serve them beer and call that supper!"
"That sounds awesome! What's wrong with that?" Gilbert protested as he jumped on Francis's back and tackled him to the ground.
The two wrestled as Antonio cheered them on, laughing. When Gilbert pinned Francis to the floor, Matthew came into the kitchen.
"What are you doing Gil?" the Canadian asked.
Gilbert looked at Antonio for help which caused the Spaniard to panic. They couldn't tell Matthew that Gilbert was wrestling with Francis.
"Um... ah... Gilbert here was showing me um... a new sex move?" Antonio stated it as if it were a question, Francis face palmed under Gilbert.
The Canadian's face went red as he looked at his feet. "So...um... what's for supper?" Matthew asked.
"Well I'm kind of wanting pancakes!" Gilbert said as he put his arm around Matthew and looked at him questioningly.
Matthew sighed and rolled his eyes good naturedly, "fine! I'll make supper!"
Gilbert kissed him on the cheek, "Thanks, Birdie!"
The trio walked down the stairs to the basement to get out of Matthew's way.
"What do you mean a new sex move?!" Gilbert looked at Antonio frantically, "How is the awesome me supposed to explain that?!"
"Sorry amigo, I panicked!" Antonio shrugged.
Francis chuckled, "When you do try and explain, make sure I am there to see it!"
Silence filled the dining room as everyone stared at their food. Francis leaned on the wall, looking from one person to another, not understanding why it was so tense.
"These pancakes are really good Matthew." Arthur broke the silence.
"Do you really think that complimenting my cooking is going to make me forgive you?" Matthew snarled.
Arthur's face went red, "I told you before, I'm sorry that I forgot! I have hated myself ever since that day and if I could take it back I would a thousand times!"
"You couldn't remember that you were supposed to pick them up AFTER they were DRINKING ALL DAY?!" Mathew said quietly as he glared at Arthur.
Arthur didn't say anything. Instead he looked back down at his food.
"Birdie, it's all right. Don't you remember that we left the bar early? We didn't tell anyone we were leaving, so it isn't Arthur's fault." Gilbert said as he put an arm around Matthew.
"He still forgot." Matthew muttered under his breath as he stood up and walked into the kitchen. Gilbert watched him leave then got up and followed after him.
"Yikes," Francis muttered.
"Well the hero knows when to get lost!" Alfred declared trying to lighten the mood as he and Arthur stood up and prepared to leave.
Francis watched Arthur as he put on his coat. He noticed the stiff, awkward way Arthur moved around now; like he was recovering from an injury, taking time to bounce back.
Only it wasn't an injury. And so far he wasn't recovering.
Francis looked at Antonio who was still sitting at the table, then took a seat beside him. "Well that was fun."
"Aren't you glad you came back?" Antonio muttered under his breath.
The Spaniard looked up to see Francis staring sadly at the almost empty table.
Antonio gave him a small smile, "because I sure am."
Francis returned the smile and got up from the table. "Well I'm going for a walk! Do not miss me while I'm gone Mon ami!" he said with a wink.
As Francis closed the front door he looked up at the cloudy sky. "Oh Joan, what am I going to do? I can't leave things like this!"
The clouds parted and a shooting star pierced the sky.
Francis remembered the last time he saw one. It was on the night he had proposed to Joan, exactly two months before his bachelor party, and the night she died.
Francis smiled, "You know, that's just what I was thinking!"
AN: Im sorry readers but I have to leave you with this cliff hanger! But dont worry there is going to be a little PruCan fluff in the next chapter!