Hetalia self-harm and depression (Canada) (PruCan)

Chapter 7

Francis's POV:
I sang a song in French quietly as I cooked dinner.

Suddenly I was struck with a horrid feeling. My eyes widened, and I dropped the knife I was holding, luckily it didn't hit my body.

"Matthew."

I breathed out.

"My baby Matthew."

I suddenly felt dread cover my entire body.

"I forgot Matthew."

The world stopped around me, and as soon as I came back, I quickly picked up my phone and called Arthur.

"Francis you git I'm at work."

I didn't reply though, too busy having a small anxiety attack.

"Fr-Francis?"

He stuttered, beginning to sound scared.

"Arthur I forgot him."

"Who?"

"Matthew."

"Matthew?"

"Our son!"

"...oh my god do you know where he is?!"

"No, we need to find him!"

"Call Alfred! Tell him to come home now! I'll be there in a minute."

I took a deep breath.

"Ok Arthur, I will see you soon."

He said goodbye and hung up, right after he did I called Alfred.

"Hey papa."

"Alfred you need to come home."

"Why?"

"Matthew is missing."

The line was silent for a minute.

"I know where he is."

He told me, sounding sad.

"Where?!"

I heard him take a deep breath.

"He's in the hospital, Gilbert yelled it at me this morning after he punched me."

I didn't say anything.

'My baby is in the hospital...?'

I couldn't believe it.

There was talking on the other end of the line to someone else.

"I'll meet you there, Yao said he can drive me."

He hung up after that, sounding rushed. I called Arthur back.

"Arthur he's in the hospital, so head there."

"What is he in the hospital for?!"

I paused.

"Alfred didn't tell me, apparently Gilbert knows though because he yelled it at him this morning after punching him."

"I would get mad at Gilbert for this but I'm glad it happened, otherwise we wouldn't know where Matthew is."

"I'll see you there."