Eh, sorry about the multiple alerts for the last chapter, I was still trying to figure out the system. I think I got it right. Enjoy the last chapter!

The next time Matthew woke up, the first thing he noticed was that the light was coming from a different direction. He turned his head to the left and saw a window. The blinds were drawn, letting in the light. He moaned and turned away, rubbing his eyes. He noticed his glasses were gone again at the same time he realized Francis wasn't next to him. He sat up and looked around. He saw his glasses on the table next to him and he reached over to grab them, slipping them on with one hand.

"Yes…okay." Matthew glanced towards the door at the sound of the voice and saw that it was open a bit. He could see Francis standing outside, his back towards the door.

"Papa?" Matthew called.

"Oh, I have to go, he's awake now. Yes, I'll see you later. Okay. Bye." Francis turned and opened the door, smiling at him as he slipped his cell phone into his pocket.

"Mathieu! Mon cher, you are awake!"

"Oui. Bon matin, Papa."

"Bon matin, mon fils," Francis replied. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay. It just hurts a little bit," Matthew said.

"Good. Do you want some breakfast? That nice nurse brought some for you." Francis pulled over a high table that was designed to reach over the bed. Matthew raised his eyebrows at the food on the large tray.

"Papa, hospitals don't make pancakes shaped like maple leaves," he said.

"Aha, yes, well, I may or may not have invaded the kitchen while you were asleep," Francis said. Matthew smiled.

"Merci beaucoup Papa," he said. He reached for the pancakes and started eating. Francis plucked a piece of fruit off the heavily laden tray and rolled it between his fingers, staring at the wall as he got lost in thought. Matthew watched him for a while. "Papa?"

"Hmm?" Francis blinked and looked over at him with a smile. "Oui, Mathieu?"

"Ce que tu es penser?" he asked.

"Oh, uh…nothing. Don't worry about it," Francis said, glancing away.

"Je t'aime, Papa," Matthew said. Francis looked back at him and smiled.

"Je t'aime aussi, Mathieu," he said. Matthew smiled and continued eating. The nurse came in and Francis excused himself. The nurse struck up a conversation with Matthew while she checked the monitors and they waited for Francis to come back.

"When will I be able to go home?" Matthew asked.

"Probably not for a few days, depending on what the doctor says," the nurse said.

"Oh." Matthew stared at his lap, and the nurse noticed his reaction.

"Why, is there something going on?" she asked.

"Well, my brother's birthday is on the fourth, and I was hoping to be home for it," he said with a sad smile. She blinked and smiled.

"I will see what I can do," she said. "We might be able to get you home sooner, as long as you promise to take it easy."

"Oh yes, of course I will. No wild parties for me," he joked. She laughed, and he joined in after a moment. Neither of them noticed Francis in the doorway until he spoke.

"It looks like someone's having fun." They looked over at him.

"Hi Papa!" Matthew said. Francis smiled.

"Arthur and Alfred will come here after school is over," he said. "I've told Alfred to ask one of your friends to go around and get the assignments you'll miss from your teachers."

"Merci," Matthew said. The nurse smiled and moved toward the door.

"I'll see you later Matthew," she said.

"Okay. Bye!" he said. She slipped out past Francis, who came in and sat next to his son. They spent the next few hours playing games, until Francis apologetically said he had to go run some errands and left. Matthew fell asleep again, deciding he had nothing better to do. Francis woke him up when he returned.

"Mathieu~. Hey Mathieu~. Ah! There's someone here to see you," he said once he saw that Matthew was awake.

"Who is it, Papa?" Matthew asked, putting on his glasses as he sat up.

"No, it's a surprise. You have to close your eyes. And no peeking!" Matthew, although confused, still did what his Papa asked him, and covered his eyes with his hand. Francis waved a hand in front of his face to see if he was looking, then he grinned and went over to the door, waving to somebody out in the hall. Matthew heard several pairs of feet moving around, then the lights clicked off.

"Papa? Qu'est-ce qui se passe?" he asked.

"Un moment, mon cher," Francis replied from across the room. There was some scuffling and giggles, then the person giggling was shushed and it fell silent. He heard the flick of a lighter and Francis saying, "Okay, you can open your eyes." Matthew lowered his arm and gasped.

"Happy birthday!" the chorus sounded.

"Oh my gosh, guys, did you really do this for me?" he asked.

"Yeah!" Alfred said.

"It was Francis's idea," Arthur said. Francis smiled and wrapped an arm around Arthur's waist, despite his protests.

"Happy birthday, mon cher. Even if it is a day late," Francis said. Matthew smiled and looked at the others in the room. Katyusha, Gilbert, even Ismael was there! The Cuban boy held a tub of ice cream, Katyusha had a big plastic bag, and Gilbert was holding Matthew's pet polar bear, Kumajiro, and Gilbird was perched on his head. Alfred was holding a big birthday cake that said 'Happy Birthday Matthew!' in red frosting with maple leaves around the edge. There were fourteen lit candles on it, seven red and seven white. He slid the cake onto the high table and pushed it closer to Matthew.

"Come on, make a wish!" he said. Matthew smiled as he looked up at all his friends that had shown up for him, and he made his wish.

"I wish I could be this happy every year."

Okay, I could have made it longer, but I wanted to end it on a really happy note (plus I wasn't quite sure how to continue). I used Ismael for Cuba's name because I saw someone else use it, so whatever. Katyusha is Ukraine, in case you didn't know.

Okay, Translations!:

Bon matin, mon fils = Good morning, my son

Merci beaucoup = Thank you very much

Ce que tu es penser? = What are you thinking about?

Je t'aime aussi = I love you too

Qu'est-ce qui se passe? = What is going on?

Un moment, mon cher = One moment, my dear

Hetalia does not belong to me.

Oh, and I had this finished last night, but the internet wasn't working so I had to wait until this morning. The first chapter of my next story will be out soon!