"Francis," Arthur started with a serious face, "you had better tell me what's going on right now."
Francis looked nervous.
"I-I'm not sure what's going on."
"Then tell me what you think."
"Well Sourcils is missing, Peureux is in another part of ze hospital because your disease has affected him, Ludwig never came back from his errand, and Feliciano went with ze doctor a little while ago," he finished.
Arthur stared at him.
"I-Is that all?" he stuttered.
Francis shook his head.
"Non."
"Well what else is there?"
Francis looked away.
"I have no idea who's doing it."
Arthur froze.
"N-None?" he asked.
"None," he answered.
Francis was helping Arthur eat his lunch when he dropped the fork and jumped to his feet.
"What the bloody hell, frog?"
Francis's eyes were wide.
"I know who's doing all of this," he said slowly.
"Who is it?" Arthur demanded.
"It's not just one person because zat wouldn't make sense, it's duex persons."
"What?"
Francis turned to face him.
"Two people are doing zis. I'm almost positive zat-"
The opened and the doctor walked in.
"Hello Mr. Bonnefoy," he said with a polite nod before he noticed Arthur. "Ah, Mr. Kirkland, it's nice to see that you're awake."
When the doctor smiled at Arthur, Francis felt uneasy.
"Where is Feliciano?" he asked when he noticed the Italian hadn't come back.
"Mr. Vargas? He's in the cafeteria eating pasta. He should be back soon."
Francis leapt to his feet.
"How do you know Feliciano's name? We never told you that!"
"It was on the visitor registration sheet he filled out when he first signed in," the doctor said with a puzzled face. "Why are you so angry?"
Francis glared at him for a moment before relaxing.
"I'm sorry sir. I didn't mean to upset you. Please keep treating Arthur."
The doctor nodded.
"Of course, Mr. Bonnefoy. I wouldn't dream of letting Mr. Kirkland die."
"Merci. Zank you."
The doctor acknowledged his 'thank you' and set about checking on Arthur.
"I'll come see how you're doing within a couple hours, okay Mr. Kirkland?" the doctor asked as he finished.
He turned to Francis with a serious face.
"Mr. Bonnefoy? Can we talk?"
Francis nodded and followed him into the hall.
He walked behind the doctor and noticed something on the back of his head.
"Monsieur?" he asked.
The doctor turned around.
"Yes?"
"What is zat on ze back of your head?"
He pointed to it.
"What?" he reached up and felt the bump. "Oh that. I just hit my head the other day when I was getting ready."
"I haven't seen zat before." He walked closer to inspect it. "It looks new."
"Well it's not. Perhaps you just didn't see it."
Francis came all the way up to him.
"I know it is new. Where are Feliciano and Ludwig?"
"I haven't seen Ludwig for a while and I told you before that Mr. Vargas is in the cafeteria."
"Zat was over an hour ago! Even he does not take zat long!"
"Maybe he went to look for Ludwig?" the doctor suggested.
"Non! I know that you did something to both of them! I know that you're working for-!"
A few faint footsteps were all Francis had for a warning.
He ducked and the bat smashed into the wall.
"Why are you trying to kill Angleterre?"
He gasped when he turned to see a second doctor holding a bat.
"W-What? What's going on here?"
He looked back and forth between the two doctors and couldn't see any difference.
"What is zis? Why are zere two of you?"
The two doctors looked at each other then turned as one to glare at Francis.
"What do you know France?"
Francis shot them his own death glare.
"I know that one of you snuck into Angleterre's room while we were sleeping and poisoned him before taking Sourcils!" he spat at them.
The doctors' eyes widened.
"We never did anything like that," one said quietly. "We've only worked with Germany and Italy."
The other one hit him in the arm to shut him up.
"I KNEW you did somezing to zem! Where are zey?" he demanded.
"They are with our boss," the first one said.
"We don't know what he has planned for them though," the second one added. "Wait! Why are we telling you this? That is not what we were supposed to do!"
The first one seemed to snap back to himself and raised his bat again.
Francis didn't have enough time to avoid all of the bat so it ended up grazing the side of his head and knocking him off balance.
He couldn't fight back as he felt a needle stuck into his neck and sedative seeping into his bloodstream.
"Angle…terre…" he murmured.
He eyes closed and his body slumped to the ground.
The second doctor sighed.
"Well that's done. Let's get him out of here."
The first doctor locked nervous.
"Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean we already have Germany and Italy and England is close to death so-"
"Don't start that!" the other one cut over him. "We can't afford to not do it! Don't back out now that we're so close!"
The other man hung his head and nodded.
"Yeah…I know."
"Good," he tried to pull Francis onto a stretcher. "Now help me."
The doctor stepped forward and grabbed his legs and managed to lay him on the stretcher.
"Come on," he said as he started to pull him towards the back of the hospital. "It's this way to the car."
"I know that," the other said with a scowl as he followed, pushing.
AN: Sorry about the wait (A WHOLE WEEK! D:) but I've been in New Orleans on a mission trip! We put a hole in a roof so we had to leave that project...it was too dangerous for us...so we built a fence somewhere else! Have you ever tried to build a fence? It's very exact and annoying...plus we had to tear out the remains of the old fence. .
But! THEY FINALLY GOT FRANCIS!
And there was TWO doctors? WHAT? EVEN I DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING!
Anyway! See ya soon! :D