When they reached the hospital, the blood and grime on them let them into the Emergency Room immediately.
Germany was carrying Italy while Francis was helping Roderich with Vash and Liechtenstein followed behind them, still carrying Sourcils.
Italy, Vash, and Sourcils were all taken to ICU.
Francis tried to follow them to be with his son, but the medics restrained him.
They managed to get him into a bed and put an IV full of sedative in his hand.
He eventually stopped fighting them and his eyes slowly closed.
The other two received the same treatment as they struggled to go to their injured lovers.
When Francis woke up again he could clearly hear Germany arguing with someone.
"Can't ve at least have rooms next to each ozher?"
"I'm sorry sir, but none of you are related."
"Related? R-Related? We're ALL related!" He calmed down and took a deep breath. "Okay. Let me start vith Arthur. Arthur is vith Francis and Francis is Feliciano's brother. Feliciano is vith me and Roderich is my brother. Roderich is vith Vash and Lili is Vash's adopted sister. Lili vas my sister originally but she moved in vith Vash. And Sourcils and Peureux are Francis and Arthur's sons and zhey are Feliciano's and my nephews. Doesn't that count as related?" he demanded.
The doctor started sputtering.
"I-I-I suppose that counts. I shall work on moving people around."
"Good! I expect zhat to be done soon or-!"
Germany was cut off by the sound of the door opening.
Francis turned to see who had entered and saw a man in a black suit, a white dress shirt, and matching black tie.
"Sorry to disturb you Mr. Bonnefoy. I'm Jasper Harlings. May I talk to you for a few minutes?" Francis nodded and motioned to the seat next to him. "Thank you." Mr. Harlings made himself comfortable in the chair before speaking. "Mr. Bonnefoy, that little boy that you brought in with you, he is your son correct?"
"Oui. Zat is my Sourcils," he answered.
"Sourcils?"
"It's French for 'eyebrows'. It's just temporary until we have a better name for him."
The man shifted.
"Well Sourcils is in rough shape. He has a rash from a lack of diaper changes, and it seems as though he's been starved and beaten." He took a deep breath. "The doctors called me here because I work with Child Protective Services and the way your son has been treated suggests child abuse."
Francis paled.
"W-What? What are you trying to say?"
"It appears as if your son has been mistreated so I'm here to take him somewhere safer."
Francis's heart stopped.
"Y-You're taking my son away?" he gasped.
The man nodded.
"Yes. We can't allow children to be treated this way."
"I haven't ever hurt Sourcils OR Peureux!"
"Peureux?"
Francis swallowed. He hadn't meant to say that.
"Peureux is my other son. He's Sourcils twin brother. Can I at least keep him?"
The man sighed.
"Whenever we're forced to remove children from their home, we don't take just one. We try to rescue all the children."
Francis turned white as a sheet.
"You're going to take both?"
"I have to. It's my job."
"If you don't believe zat I haven't hurt Sourcils or Peureux, then can Arthur keep them? Zey've never been injured by him." He paused. "Well zey fell once but zat wasn't Arthur's fault!"
The man looked very confused.
"Who is Arthur?"
"Maybe I should just start at ze beginning. Arthur is my husband. We've been togezer for years and somehow he became pregnant. A few months ago our sons were born. While Arthur was pregnant, a man who shall not be named started injecting him with Mitoxantrone and it started affecting his heart and kidneys causing him to be diagnosed with Pulmonary Edema. Peureux is also sick with the disease so he's being treated in zis hospital. Ze man who was poisoning Arthur started attacking our family more directly and kidnapped Sourcils. He started taking our friends and eventually me. We were his prisoners for a short period and just escaped yesterday. He had my son for a long time and he ignored him and beat him to make him be quiet. We will not sue him, nor can we because of his diplomatic immunity." Francis regained his breath. "Please don't take my sons away. Zey didn't do anyzing and ze news will kill Arthur."
The man stared at him.
"Is-Is this a joke?"
Francis shook his head.
"I have just told you ze truth."
"If-If that's a true story then I have no reason to take your sons away."
"R-Really?" he asked hopefully.
"Yes." The man thought for a moment. "You said that Arthur hurt your sons but he didn't mean to. What happened?"
"Oh. On Arthur's birthday I made him breakfast in bed and after he ate it he asked if he could hold ze boys. He had been very weak since zey were born, but he said he could manage. I gave him ze boys and went to finish cleaning up. After about thirty minutes I heard somezing fall and went to check on zem after Sourcils started crying. I looked in ze room to see him lying on ze ground, unconscious, with ze boys lying next to him crying."
"He had fallen?"
"He had passed out and was bleeding out of his mouth. I brought him to ze hospital after I found him."
"So wait. You're whole family is in the hospital right now?"
"Yes. My little brozer was taken so he's here too."
The man felt like his head was spinning and waited for it to end before standing up.
"I'm glad I got this sorted out. I hate taking children and they obviously still belong with you. I will still be checking on you and your sons every once in a while and I will be inspecting your house to make sure it's fit for a baby. I won't tell you when I'm coming to make sure that I catch you in your normal state."
Francis smiled at him.
"Don't worry. Whenever you come, you'll be proud."
"I hope I will. You seem like you love your children."
"I do."
The man nodded.
"I shall see you another time."
Francis waited until he left before slipping out of his bed and heading for Arthur's room.
He made sure he had the right room before peeking inside.
His eyes widened and he fell to his knees sobbing.
The room was clean and the bed was made and looked like it hadn't been used in weeks.
"Arthur," he moaned.
AN: I was thinking about the shape Sourcils was in and I realized that Child Protective Services would think that he was being abused so that part happened..
I don't know if you noticed, but Francis said a lot of 'h's. Some of you may be like, 'Why does that matter?' but in French 'h' is a vowel so it's not pronounced. However there were WAY too many 'h's to get rid of so I kept them.
Anyway! See ya soon!
Wait! Before I go, I have to say something. I've been waiting for FOREVER to end a chapter with Francis going to Arthur's room and him not being inside. Is he dead?
Wait and find out!