Fake (Hetalia: FrUkUs)

.38.

"Wake up, wake up!"

Peter woke with a jolt, sitting upright in bed and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"H-huh?"

"Come on, come on!" Alfred exclaimed excitedly, "We have to hurry, come on, Peter, come on!"

Peter was too tired to question why his favorite Uncle's boyfriend was helping him into a jacket over his pyjamas, and putting his snow boots on. He flipped Peter's hood up. And picked him up, placing him on his hip and carrying him downstairs.

"Was' goin' on?" He slurred in his half asleep state.

Arthur was waiting at the bottom of the staircase with the boys gloves and scarf, and quickly put them on Peter before opening the door.

Alfred smiled secretly over Peters head at Arthur.

Ivan and Chun-Yan were ready and waiting in their rental car, and Francis was in his own car. He waved as Alfred passed to get in his truck.

It was already running and warm, and whatever cloudy consciousness the young boy had was gone almost instantly and he passed out in the back seat.

Arthur finished locking up the house and met Alfred in the truck, being careful not to slam the door.

"Ready?" He whispered.

Arthur looked back at Peter a sincere smile crossed his face as he whispered a sweet "yeah."

Alfred reversed out of the dark driveway, followed by Ivan and then Francis. The roads were lit up by the Christmas lights decorating the neighborhood, and Arthur reached over to take Alfred's hand.

Neither said anything, and the only thing that could have made the moment better, was if Francis had been with them.

He was acting as Santa though, so he had to take his own car.

When they came into the city, Arthur's smile grew the slightest bit, and when they came to the hospital, he couldn't contain his grin.

Alfred cut the engine, and they both climbed out. They were all being especially quiet, and when Arthur picked up Peter, tucking his arms under his legs and behind his neck, Peter unconsciously wrapping his arms around Arthur, but staying fast asleep, they all also quietly took a multitude of photos.

Arthur brought Peter inside while the rest began loading pillow cases with wrapped gifts and brought them in after. The nurses on night duty were quick to help us, and they all did what they could to help lighten the load. A few rushed off to get spare blankets and pillows, and another got a small cot to put in the room.

Joanne was already upstairs waiting by the door of Taika's room. Arthur apparently was inside putting Peter to bed.

When Joanne saw us she motioned us to be silent and carefully cracked the door open and ushered us inside.

There was a table set up with a small Christmas tree on it and everyone was quick to pile up the presents around it.

They then proceeded to set up lights and ornaments around the room, and when it was done the nurses came in with the pillows and blankets and smiled at the sight.

They passed everything out, and a cot was rolled in. The cot was given to Joanne, despite her insistence that she could sleep in a chair, and Ivan and Chun-Yan gave their goodbyes, promising to be back at around six.

"Sorry," Alfred apologized outside the room, "for having y'all spend Christmas in a hospital."

"Wouldn't be the first time," Ivan smirked.