A/N; 'Allo. Okay, here's your late – with good reason – [my birthday] chapter. 'not giving you an age. Maybe later. And…. 65 reviews! Holy shm- canoli! Merci! Keep going! You guys are making me overload on fangirl-ish-ness. I'll have another chapter out on Christmas Day, as your present.

Disclaimer: All I want for Christmas is Hetalia! Please Santa! I've been a good little fangirl!

He watched as the other nations said their goodbyes in their different ways. Some gave the girl kisses on her cheeks, some of them ruffled her hair, and one or two just gave a nod of the head. But somehow, one way or another, he had winded up alone. Not that being alone was a bad thing. It gave people time to think about things; economy, Kumakiko's eyelashes, whatever came to mind.

The child leaded back into the hospital bed. Sighing, she closed her eyes. She looked worn out, tired – entirely drowsy, at least, on the outside. Her hair was starting to come out of its ponytail, and it looked greasy, while dark, purplish bags accompanied her eyes. It was most likely the morphine that was doing this to her, but there were other possibilities.

He got up from his uncomfortable, plastic seat and came next to her bed. He had got there with his brother and their two caretakers only about less than an hour ago, and in that whole time, she hadn't noticed them. The blond came to the side of the bed, and quietly sat down. The other's eyes shot open, and looked right at him as though she saw him.

"….Canada? Pourqoui vous êtes là?"

Matthew stared blankly at her. She… saw him.

He began to sweat as she continued to look at him for an answer. "E-euh, B-bonjour. J'ai été ici depuis 10.00. Je suis venu avec mon frère."

Her face changed to a state of shock. "O-oh. Mon dieu! J'suis désolé! Tout le monde m'a fait occupé."

The Canadian gave a weak smile to the girl. "S-so, what happened to you?"

She sighed once more. "To tell you the truth, I don't know. I was with England when France, Spain and Prussia kidnapped me."

Julie's hands waved about in exaggeration. "Then in the midst of stuff, Austria made an assumption and took me with him. Japan took me to Germany's, and while I was out with Italy and Prussia because they were bored, England and America found me once more. Prussia said something that made England angry as hell, and I got flung into a brick wall." She shrugged, "Stuff happens."

Canada twiddled his fingers. "Oh, um, w-well. Are you al-alright?"

The child giggled, and saluted him. "It's all good."

There was a small silence that ensued, but it was okay for both of them. She tried to move over the best she could, and patted the space next to her. "You can sit next to me if you want. Yuh' look like you're gonna fall over the edge of the bed."

Truthfully, it wasn't a lie. The girl's legs were considerably long, and took almost the entire length of the bed. He nodded, scooting over just a bit.

"You know, you got a funny accent when you speak French." She started, "Not that it's bad. It sounds cool and… striking."

The Canadian could've hugged her right there, but it was impolite, and possibly startling. Instead, he gave a small smile; "Ah, w-well. Um, thank you."

Julie turned her head ever so slightly, as much as she could without inflicting pain on her neck. "De nada."

Matthew's eyebrows furrowed. "Quoi?"

"It means 'de rien' in Spanish." She stated. "Hey. Where's Mister Kumajiro? Ton petit ourse."

The other sighed. "Hmm… I left him at home. I don't need yet another person forgetting me. Not that I'm complaining."

The girl pounded a fist lightly into the palm of her left hand. "You should complain. But then again you need a projecting quality to define yourself with. When I get out, I can help you with that."

Canada gave a weak smile. "….. R-really?"

"Y-y-yes. I c-can." She said jokingly, "You gotta stop s-s-stuttering. Be proud and sure of yourself when you speak. But make sure your words are caring and truthful."

"Okay!" Matthew said louder than normal.

"There you go!"

The two giggled as they talked of random things, jumping from topic to topic with no care. Feeding ducks, bald men, gay penguins, you name it. They both quietly thanked God that she was given a private room. He hid when the nurse came in, but she found him. The woman introduced herself as Mrs. Audra Urnezis, whose parents were both Lithuanian, and told Julie just to call her if she needed something. They talked for a bit before she realized she had to get back, and gave them two chocolate pudding cups. Mathew stared a pudding war by covering his lips with it as though lipstick, which Julie, in turn, retaliated by eating some of his pudding. Sadly, when Wales came back he had to run home.

[SWITD]

Since then, Canada, and a few other countries would visit her when they could. Usually, Scotland, Wales, France and Italy Romano would watch over her according to the schedule Germany had arranged. They still had work to do, but they're not workaholics. Julie spent most of the time sleeping, due to the morphine. A few of them would bring her little gifts of food, so that she wouldn't have to suffer from American hospital cuisine.

There was a small knock on the door. "C'est moi."

"Vous pouvez entrer, Monsieur François." The child spoke softly.

Francis came in the usual way, hips swaying elegantly. The black trench coat gave a peek of the knit Prussian-blue turtleneck he wore. His beige pants went with the flow of his legs, and sat on a pair of crocodile-skin Italian loafers.

"You don't 'ave to be zo polie wiz me."

He placed a video case near her side. She looked at it with extreme interest; "Mon dieu! Tu as m'acheté 'Les Aristochats'?"

"Bien sûr ma cherie. Si je serais ici, je serais très ennuyé."

She looked at him with a sarcastic look. "Merci." Julie then pointed to the small television set near the foot of her bed. "Vous pouvez le mettre là dans la télé?"

He loaded the cassette into the old T.V., and waited as it loaded. France slowly caressed her forehead. It seemed as though she just kept getting weaker and weaker.

The opening turned on, and the girl began to clap her hands to the song.

« … doux mimis ont des profils de Joconde? Quels chats trésor savent se tenir dans le grand monde? Très gourmets refusant… »

Soon enough, her eyes closed as the morphine began to beat down on her again. Francis could only watch as her eyelids gave out.

« …Mais naturellement! Mais naturellement, voyons! Les aristocats... »

Translations;

[….Canada? Pourqoui vous êtes là?] ….Canada? Why are you here?

[E-euh, B-bonjour. J'ai été ici depuis 10.00. Je suis venu avec mon frère.] U-um. H-hello. I've been here since 10 o'clock. I came with my brother.

[O-oh. Mon dieu! J'suis désolé! Tout le monde m'a fait occupé.] O-oh! My god! I'm sorry! Everyone was sidetracking me!

[De nada.] It's nothing.

[Quoi?] What?

[…de rien…] …it's nothing…

[Ton petit ourse.] Your little bear.

[C'est moi.] It's me.

[Vous pouvez entrer, Monsieur François.] You can come in, Mister Francis.

[…polie…] Polite; Feminine, Singular

[Mon dieu! Tu as m'acheté 'Les Aristochats'?] My god! You bought me 'The Aristocats'?

[Bien sûr ma cherie. Si je serais ici, je serais très ennuyé.] Why sure, my darling. If I were here, I would be very bored.

[Vous pouvez le mettre là dans la télé?] Can you put it in the tele?

[« … doux mimis ont des profils de Joconde? Quels chats trésor savent se tenir dans le grand monde? Très gourmets, refusant… »] …sweet kitties have portrais of the Mona Lisa ? What treasured cats know how to behave in the social worl? They're food experts, refusing…

[« …Mais naturellement! Mais naturellement, voyons! Les aristocats... »] But naturally! But naturally, you see! The Aristocats…

[Insert posh British accent.] I say sir! Have you no time to vote! Yah, I know. I'm starting to get annoying with ths 'vote' crap. But it's the truth. Thank you to the people who have keep the interest in my story alive. Thanks to those like freakyvampirecatgirl, HannajimaShields, RadicalRadio, and France's fille jamais who drive my work ethic. Also, thank you Aoi Shiori who noticed my boo-boo with Chapters 2 and 3.

See ya'll again on Christmas Day!