The full body examination was the longest half an hour Matthew had ever faced. It was officially diagnosed that he had three broken ribs, a fractured skull, and a pretty bad concussion. That was a lot of pain that Matthew did not want to deal with so he was lying as still as possible on the hospital bed, bandages and sling in place, staring at the ceiling while Craig fluttered around the room like a mother hen.

The blonde was informed that his family had been contacted but after what he had told them the night before he wasn't holding his breath. Matthew wouldn't come for himself either. He had ruined everything. Why couldn't he have just gone along with their drug dealer theory? The teen sighed and Craig was at his side in an instant.

"What's wrong, Matthew? Are you hurting again? Do you need a doctor? You need a doctor." The man was about to press the emergency call button located at the side of Matthew's bed when said teen spoke up.

"Craig, I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I'm not going to die." Craig winced at his words and slumped down into the seat beside the bed.

"I know, I know. You just… You scared the shit out of me, kid. I come to the office and find you passed out on the couch with a giant bruise on the side of your face. Then, when you wake up you insist you have a broken rib and start mumbling a whole bunch of gibberish. I was scared for your health, Matthew." The adolescent's eyes had become wide during the recounting of events and he smiled.

"I didn't know you cared so much, Craig." Matthew found himself in a state of surprise. Despite everything that had occurred in the last 48 hours, he discovered that it was easier to smile than before. Maybe he really did need to let everything out. He felt light-headed and happy even though pain was coursing through his every tendril.

"Oh hush you." Craig chuckled slightly before flicking the boy's leg and sticking his tongue out. Matthew laughed as well before hissing in pain. Craig was about to go for the call button again before Matthew smiled the pain off.

There was a clearing of a throat at the door and both men looked in the direction of the noise. Matthew's nurse stood there smiling slightly before speaking.

"There is a Kirkland-Bonnefoy trio here to see you, Mateo." The Italian man stated brightly, blinding smile in place. Matthew paled considerably at this announcement however and decided to start practicing his deep breaths. Unfortunately, this was very painful to the man because of his still healing ribs. Feliciano, the Italian nurse, rushed to his side to try calming the teen. Eventually, because of the soothing, accented words, Matthew regained control of his respiratory system.

The Italian was concerned with his reaction to say the least. He turned to go tell the three visitors that they needed to leave when a hand caught the shirt of his scrubs. Feliciano looked down at Matthew and smiled comfortingly.

"Can you please let them in?" The blonde requested. The auburn haired Italian looked at the teen in reluctance but Matthew gave a pleading look. The nurse finally smiled again and nodded to which the adolescent seemed relieved at. Craig watched as the bubbly Italian all but skipped out of the room before turning to Matthew.

"Are you sure? You don't have to face them now, you know?" The black haired man said.

"If not now, when?" Matthew replied looking nervously at the closed door. The amber eyed man nodded hesitantly before standing from the chair and walking over to the corner of the room, leaning against the wall.

A few seconds later, the door burst open and a wide eyed, pale, hair mussed Alfred appeared in the frame. His eyes locked onto Matthew's form immediately and he gasped at the older teen's appearance. There were bandages tied around his wavy blonde locks, the bruise on his face was larger and darker than before, and from what Alfred could see, Matthew was wearing a sling.

The youngest's tired eyes filled with tears that spilled over instantly as he ran to his brother's bedside. Running footsteps were heard out in the hall before two older figures stood leaning against the doorway panting. Once there gazes found the oldest son they forgot completely about their fatigue and ran over to the bed, stares full of guilt and horror at their son's condition.

"H-hey guys, don't worry. It looks worse than it is." Matthew stated, attempting a joke. Alfred let out a sob and held onto his brother's hand. Arthur was the first of the family to speak.

"Matthew, lad, I am so sorry for everything. This is my fault. I shouldn't have run away like I did. I... You… We…" Arthur was starting to tear up and become incoherent so Francis took over.

"Mon fils, are you okay? What happened? We were so worried about you when you didn't come back and then we got the call…" Francis trailed off at that point.

"MATTIE! Oh my god, I was so scared! I thought you weren't coming back!" Alfred said through his sobs as he fell into the chair behind him, holding Matthew's hand to his forehead.

Matthew was shocked to say the least. He didn't understand. Why were they so worried?

"Y-you mean you don't hate me?" He asked quietly, fearing the answer. His family stared back at him. Francis stepped closer.

"Mathieu, we already told you. We could never hate you. Never ever in a million years. We were extremely disappointed, but we love you no less." Matthew could have jumped up and down in joy because of what his Papa told him but he was still in pretty bad shape. Instead he gave a large, teary smile.

"Now with that being said lad, we need you to promise us that this will never happen again." Arthur said after recovering from his earlier breakdown. Mathew nodded vigorously.

"I promise, oh god do I promise. I'm so sorry for all the trouble I have caused all of you. I never meant for any of this to happen. I didn't expect everything to get so complicated." The violet eyed teen replied breathlessly.

Suddenly, the temperature in the room seemed to drop multiple degrees and right before the three family members' and Craig's eyes Matthew shifted into assassin mode. It was hard to recognize at first but they eventually saw the tense of his shoulders and the hard look in his eyes. The teen pulled out his IV and all the other cords hooked up to him. The other member's in the room winced at the monotone sound of the machine flat-lining.

Alfred tried to yell at his brother to stop what he was doing when the cold violet eyes slid over to him and shut him up real quick. Matthew put a finger up to his own lips letting everyone know they needed to be quiet when they heard a loud crash outside the closed door. Everyone jumped at the noise except for the hitman, of course. He slid out of the hospital bed silently and walked over to the door.

The blonde clicked the lock into place before gesturing for everyone to huddle in the far corner. After everything in the room was settled Matthew looked out through the small glass window on the door. There was a loud thump on the door and Matthew stepped away from the portal before a knife was stabbed through it.

"What business do you have here?" Matthew asked to the door while the knife slid back out. The other people in the room were surprised at how calm he sounded. By this time the assassin had figured out that this must be the other leader Ludwig was talking about.

"You killed my брат, you disgusting excuse for a human being." A female voice snarled from the other side of the door, the knife stabbing into the wood once more. Matthew nodded, as this was a valid reason to be angry, before responding.

"Well, he did try to kill me first. I have the injuries to prove that." He tried reasoning. The Canadian was slightly disappointed that Ludwig hadn't taken care of this woman.

"You should have let him kill you." She screamed before delivering a kick through the stab marks causing the wood to strain and break leaving a large hole in the barrier. Matthew's eyes locked onto the Russian's. She reached through the hole and unclicked the lock.

"The door that was separating us is gone now. Isn't that nice?" She added grinning maniacally. Unfortunately for her, Matthew was across the room and digging his fist into her stomach as soon as she ended her sentence. She coughed out her breath and clutched at her stomach with one hand before slashing her knife out. It nearly clipped Matthew's neck before he jumped out of the way.

The long haired girl straightened out and charged. The blonde ducked out of the way but the blade sliced the ends of his hair. This was not good. He was still injured from fighting Ivan so he was a lot less agile than he usually would be. His thoughts were sliced away like the air in front of his face. Yep, that was too close for comfort.

Matthew delivered a punch that the woman dodged. Sweat was gathering on his brow from the fatigue and strain. Damn it. He glanced back at his family and Craig they were staring at the scene in fear. He had to protect them. Matthew felt a sting on his arm and saw that she had sliced his bicep. Geez, seriously? His other hand went to the cut out of instinct but swung back around to backhand the Russian.

The woman stumbled back, cupping her cheek, before straightening out and lifting her knife. Matthew then saw a gloved hand appear in the doorway and grab her platinum blonde long hair. The hand pulled and the girl fell back into the broad chest of Ludwig. Matthew smiled before kicking the Russian's wrist causing the knife to fly up. The teen caught it gracefully and held it up to the woman's neck. Thankfully he had managed to slip on gloves somewhere between the fight and now.

"Took you long enough. What are you planning on doing with her?" He asked, glaring at the girl but obviously asking the German. Ludwig gave a hum of consideration, easily holding the struggling Russian.

"Perhaps hitting her in the head with something very blunt and leaving her in a ditch would be a good idea?" The blue eyed man replied.

"No, she knows what our faces look like. That would be no good. Maybe we should just take out the trash right now." Matthew suggested. Grinning at the way the girl's attempts at escape became more desperate.

"M-Mattie?" The teen turned to see his family staring wide eyed at him. Oh yeah, they were there weren't they?

"Um, sorry guys. We'll be right back." The violet eyed man replied, clutching his bleeding arm. All three members of his family stood up.

"Matthew, did you not just promise us that you would stop this?" Arthur spoke up. He quieted down after Matthew's eyes turned cold again.

"I know I did. But at this point it's dangerous to let her go. She not only knows my face, but all of yours' as well. Now, if you'll excuse me." He said turning and following Ludwig out the door.

"What are we going to do?" Ludwig asked his Canadian companion. Matthew sighed.

"Could you maybe slam her against the wall?" Ludwig nodded and did so.

"I want you to know your options here, lady. If you tell the police you get busted for being a human trafficker. If you try to get revenge, I will kill you. If you have any contact with anybody from this country, I will kill you. If you even think about me or anyone else here. I. Will. Kill. You. Do you understand?" He waited for the woman to nod before backing off and sighing. Ludwig raised an eyebrow.

"So…"

"We're sending her back to Russia." He said, yawning. Both Ludwig and the woman stared at him in shock.

"You can't do that!" The girl screeched. Matthew winced, as his concussion was still pretty bad, and replied.

"I'll have you know that I can do whatever the hell I want." He ground out. She shook at the furious tone of his voice. The trio eventually made it to Ludwig's car by sneaking out the back and they drove to the airport after Matthew withdrew 900 dollars from his bank account.

The woman, who they discovered was named Natalia, luckily had her passport and ID in her apron thingy. They forced her to go up and buy the ticket. Then they waited for the next couple hours. Matthew had found a large jacket in Ludwig's car earlier and had covered his cut that way.

Finally the flight arrived and the two men, with a quick bribe to the flight attendants of 100 dollars that was left over, made sure she had been seated on the plane and stood by the door until the plane was going to take off. They even saw her through the small window as it lifted off the runway. When the plane was out of view Matthew heaved a sigh of relief and when they got to the car the Canadian passed out in the passenger's seat.

Ludwig chuckled and drove faster. It had been a long day.

So, yeah! Belarus joined the party (and left shortly after) as well as North Italy! And Ludwig is back! Yay! I love writing Craig as a mothering person! All the things are happening! Only a couple more chapters to go!

Translations:

брат = brother

juliria: Thank you! You are so nice! I'm so happy that you like my story! Unfortunately, there is only about two more chapters! So I might go 'off the grid' for a while after the story ends. This has been awesome. You all have been awesome!

SilverDawn1313: I know. I treat Matthew so badly! But I really do love him! Aw! Thank you so much for being such a great supporter throughout the story! I really am glad that you enjoyed this story and I hope you enjoy the rest!