Arthur groaned when he hit the ground. Why did he agree to climb a tree to get a kite when he had a bad back would always confuse him. Maybe because his son's cute face always made him do stupid shit. He had the kite though. He held it up when Peter ran over with him, Ruby right behind him.
"Dad!" the two cried. Peter took the kite and got it out of the way. The two cringed when they saw their father's leg was bent at an odd angle.
"Dad your leg," Ruby whimpered.
"I'm fine. You're old man is just-" Arthur was cut off by the rush of pain that went through his body when he tried to stand up. "Ow!" he cried out in pain.
"You are hurt!" Peter told him, making him lay down again.
"I'll be fine," Arthur insisted. At this point he was just trying to keep him children from freaking out on him. He knew full well he was not fine.
"I'm going to go get Papa," Ruby told him.
"No!" Arthur told her, grabbing her arm. "Please don't. I think I would rather take my chances waiting for one of your siblings or uncles to come home."
At that point in time the only person besides the little kids who were here was Francis. The older kids were off on trips has was Arthur's older brothers and even Francis' younger brothers who for some reason crashed at Arthur's castle than their own homes. Hell he would rather have Antonio or Gilbert there because... well Arthur loved Francis with all his heart. He really did. But their was one thing that Arthur would always hate about Francis: his driving skills.
"You need an adult," Peter said quickly, rushing off.
After a little bit Peter came back with Francis behind him. Arthur groaned a bit has Francis scooped him up, rushing towards the car.
"Francis I swear to god if you drive that car I am going to curse you so hard you will think all the previous things I've done were child's play," Arthur told him.
"Sorry Iggy, you've got to go to the hospital and I'm the only one who can drive," Francis told him, playing him in the passenger's seat.
"You can't drive!"
"I can too!"
"I just got this car," Arthur whined. "Please Francy, don't drive."
"Sorry!"
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"Why did you let him drive again?" Allistor asked, placing a wet washcloth on his brother's head. Arthur had a huge bump on his head. Instead of just a broken leg now he had two broken ribs and a broken wrist to had to the mix.
"He wouldn't listen to me," Arthur mumbled, glaring at Francis. The Frenchman had a broken nose, a broken shoulder and a matching broken leg.
"I said I was sorry," Francis whined, looking at his husband.
"You know you can't drive," Feli scolded his brother, actually having his eyes open so he could take care of his older brother.
"I can too dr-"
"You literally flipped the car not even a block away from your house you wine bastard," Romano spoke up, stuffing his brother's mouth full of food. "You can't fucking drive."
"On the bright side at least his driver's license got destroyed and there is no way he is going to pass the next test!" Dylan told Arthur, lightly feeding the man.
"Thank god."
"Hey! Not you too!"
"Just shut up and eat your pasta your brothers kindly made for you."
"I hate you sometimes."
