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.
A toilet flushed and a door opened.
He turned to see who was in the room and his eyes widened.
"Arthur?"
"F-Francis?
Arthur was holding onto his IV Stand for balance and his face was pale.
Francis stared at him for a moment before quickly standing and running to the man.
He threw his arms tightly around him and nearly toppled him.
More tears poured out of his eyes as he held Arthur.
"Francis? Where have you been?"
Francis pulled back to look Arthur in the face.
"I was right! It was Russia! He kidnapped Sourcils but I got him back. He's in the ICU with Italy, Switzerland, and Peureux."
Arthur swayed.
"S-Sourcils is back?"
"Oui! Both of our sons are here! But ça va? How are you? You're out of bed and walking!"
He guided Arthur back to the bed and made him sit on it.
Arthur smiled at him.
"While you've been gone, I've been getting better. I've actually gained enough health back to start using my magic to heal me."
"R-Really?"
Arthur nodded.
"The doctors were amazed. They say that I can leave in a few days." Francis hugged him again. "How is Peureux? Have you seen him?"
"Non. I'm actually not supposed to be out of my room right now. I was injured but I had to see you and make sure you were alive. I was worried about you." Arthur blushed. "Je t'aime, Angleterre." Francis took his hand. "Shall we go see notre fils?"
Arthur nodded again.
Francis smiled wider and led him out of the room.
They were staring down at their sons.
Both of the boys were in the nursery section of the ICU and in separate baby incubators.
A nurse was watching them.
"You can't hold them, but you can still touch them."
They smiled at her.
Arthur moved to stand by Sourcils since he had been worried while he was missing and wanted to make sure he was okay.
Francis stayed with Peureux and gently stroked his hair.
"Peureux is fighting off the disease and should be cleared of it soon and you can take him home," the nurse whispered to Francis.
"Merci."
She nodded and walked over to Arthur.
"Sourcils is healing well. His injuries are getting better quickly and should be fine shortly."
Arthur nodded to her and went back to gazing at his son.
The nurse smiled at the looks of longing and adoration on both parents faces.
She slipped out of the room to give them some privacy.
Arthur waited until she left before putting his hand on Sourcils's forehead and summoning his magic to heal him.
Francis watched as he regained his usual color.
Sourcils giggled and cooed when Arthur finished.
Then he did the same for Peureux.
Francis pulled Arthur into his arms as he swayed from all the energy he had used.
Arthur started crying happy tears on his shoulder.
"We're finally going to have them back," he sniffed.
Francis smiled and held him gently.
"Oui. Zey shall be ours again and we can go home."
"I was trying to think of names for them while you two were gone."
"What did you come up with?
"For Sourcils I thought of Alfred and for Peureux I thought of Matthew."
"Zose are both French names."
"I know that, you git. Arthur is also."
"Oui but I like zose names and I zink zey fit."
Arthur smiled slightly before the two of them collapsed from exhaustion.
Five Years Later…
Arthur and Francis were sleeping soundly when their door burst open and Alfred and Matthew ran in.
"Daddy! Daddy, wake up!" Alfred yelled as he jumped onto the bed, landing on Arthur.
Matthew crossed to Francis's side and gently pulled on his sleeve.
"Papa? Please wake up," he whispered.
Francis rolled over to look at him and smiled.
"Bonjour cher."
Matthew smiled back and let Francis pick him up and set him on his lap.
"Alfred," Arthur groaned. "Get off. I'm up already."
Alfred laughed and stopped bouncing.
"Sorry Dad."
Arthur sat up and glared sleepily at Alfred.
"Don't do that Dad! It's Christmas!"
He beamed and Arthur's glare lost some of its anger.
"Let's go! Let's go!" Alfred begged while trying to drag Arthur out of bed.
"Calm down Alfred." Arthur yawned and looked at the clock. "You woke me up at four in the morning?"
Matthew looked sheepish and buried his face against Francis.
"I told him to wait until at least seven, but he wouldn't wait."
"Zat's okay cher. He was just excited."
"Did Santa bring us any presents Papa?" Matthew asked quietly.
"Yeah! Did he Dad?"
Both parents smiled at the hope in their kids' faces.
"Why don't we go see?" Arthur suggested.
Alfred didn't waste any time and sprinted out of the room.
"Awesome! Mattie you gotta see this!" he yelled.
Matthew slid off Francis's lap and followed him.
Francis smiled at Arthur.
"Shall we go as well?"
Arthur nodded.
They walked out of their room to see Alfred dancing around the tree that had several presents under it.
"Yay! Santa came!"
Matthew was waiting for his parents before looking for his presents.
Alfred helped him pass out presents to all four of them.
Francis and Arthur took seats on the couch while the boys stayed on the floor.
They opened their presents quietly and let their sons open theirs their own way.
Alfred was ripping the presents apart to get to what was inside and Matthew was careful with the wrapping paper.
When they finished, they turned around to show their parents what they had received and realized that Francis had left the room.
"Where did Papa go?" Matthew asked.
"Don't worry cher!" Francis called as he strolled back into the room. "I'm here."
He was carrying a large box in bright paper in one hand and a wicker carrying basket in the other.
"Oh good. You found them," Arthur said. "I was worried I had hid them too well."
"It took a while, but I found zem eventually."
"What are those, Papa?"
"Zese are for you two from us."
He placed the box in front of Alfred and the basket in front of Matthew.
"Merci Papa."
"Thank you Papa."
"De rien chers."
Francis sat next to Matthew and watched him carefully open the basket. He pulled the contents out and set it on Matthew's lap.
A little white bear blinked up at the boy.
"Zis is a baby polar baby," he explained. "He's a very special bear zough. He will not get much bigger zan he is right now. Not only zat, but as long as you are alive, he will never leave you and never die. He can also talk and will always be your guide."
Matthew stared at him.
"You got me him? How did you do that?"
Francis smiled.
"It wasn't easy, but it was worth it."
Matthew hugged him tightly.
"Merci Papa! Je t'aime!"
Francis hugged him back.
Alfred was obsessing over the new game system and video games he had received.
"Why don't we go outside and enjoy the snow?" Arthur suggested.
"Yeah!"
The small family spent the rest of the day outside and the boy's tired themselves out.
Francis and Arthur carried their boys back inside with the bear waddling sleepily and tucked them into bed.
The little bear curled up next to Matthew's head and fell asleep.
They whispered goodnight to their children and kissed them on the forehead before tiptoeing out of the room and to their own.
Francis pulled Arthur into his arms and relaxed.
"Merry Christmas cher," he whispered. "Je t'aime."
"Merry Christmas to you too. I love you too."
They closed their eyes and laid together.
Their life had been peaceful since they had gotten out of the hospital.
Russia hadn't bothered them in years and had actually gotten married and was expecting his first child.
Whenever he saw them, he would nod respectfully and keep his distance to make them comfortable.
The pair had almost fallen asleep when Arthur murmured something in his ear that made him smile.
He sighed happily as those words kept repeating in his head.
"I'm pregnant."
AN: HAHA! PSYCH! You totally thought Arthur was dead but he was nowhere near! XD
It's over! Aww. D: But the whole family is together again!
I loved writing the Christmas part. ^_^ And I seriously LOVE Mr. Kuma! He's awesome!
Wow. Russia turned out to be a good guy! (And I know who he's married to. XD)
Arthur is pregnant with Seychelles by the way.