Canadian Killer

Chapter 13

Seven days had now passed since the incident. It was half past one and the assembled nations of the IUNT made themselves ready for the long-awaited lunch break.

A long week lay behind them. England hadn't been there all the time, he had to stay in hospital for a while the whole week. However, they had found no useful results. They had interrogated each other, but again nothing but baseless accusations were come of it. The nations were groping in the dark.

England tore his exhausted blond hair. Fortunately, he didn't attend in the afternoon meeting. He had taken the time to see Canada. His foster son have been better and better in the past few days, but he wasn't woken up yet. He then floated but no longer in danger. Nevertheless, no one knew how it would go when the Canadian woke up.

"Yo, Britain!" Prussia contributed grinning at England. "What a nonsense here, huh? So we don't get anyway out who it is. "

"And that's what worries me..." muttered the British. "We can't let a country die after another forever! Even now, the world is turned completely off the rails! Uprisings in Cuba! Overthrow the government in France! Unrest in China! Even in America rumbles it! How can this go on, Prussia? "

Prussia smiled sympathetically. "Don't worry, Britain. It's not your fault... I think." He laughed." We bend the grade again. In America, the riots were already stopped."

England nodded slightly. Prussia was right. In America, the unrest had been contained unexpectedly fast. In other countries, everything was done for a solution, but England was seeing dark times.

To change the subject Prussia asked "And now you're going to Canada?"

England nodded.

"Greet him from me!" Prussia strode away, grinning. The Brit shook his head, smiling. How could this guy only remain so optimistic?

England was on his way to Canada's hospital room, than a doctor, the Brit knew him as Samuel Smith, frantically ran into him.

"Mr Kirkland, thank God! I wanted to call you! Quick, come! Mr Williams woke up!"

England didn't hesitate. He sprinted to the panting Medicus over, almost ran some nurses over, bent under the eyes of some frightened people around the last corner and pulled the door to Canada's room open.

Next to him was another doctor, a tall brown haired guy who was no longer in his prime, with two assistants.

"Mr Kirkland! We hadn't expected to see you that fast! Mr. Smith must be flown to catch you!" Quipped the doctor. England didn't respond.

"How is he?" He asked breathlessly.

"He wakes up slowly. In at least half an hour he should be awake again."

The Brit sighed with relief. He sat down on the chair next to Canada's bed and grabbed his hand. "I believe in you, kid!"

The doctors scurried around England and Canada, examined Canada's values ​​and took notes.

About fifteen minutes later, what felt like an eternity for the Brit, the brown-haired doctor patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "So Mr Kirkland. We let you alone now. If anything is, just call us." Winking, he left the room.

England leaned over to Canada. Whose face had clearly adopted some color and he began to look much stronger.

"... Canada! It's me. Wake up." He said softly. The called twitched slightly.

A little later he opened his eyes hesitantly and looked around, blinking.

"Canada!" England beamed like a Cheshire cat. The Canadian looked even bargain a little groggy. He tried to move, but this was largely prevented by all hoses and cords on him. England helped him, and disguised the bed so that the Canadian sat a little straighter.

"I'm glad you're okay! I was so afraid! When I was told that you are going to wake up, I almost jumped up and sprinted to you! Well, I'm glad you're doing well and if I ever catch the person who did this to you, then they will feel the strength of the British Empire!"

Canada saw England tacitly and a little confused. Sure, it was just all a bit much for him.

"You should rest for now, shouldn't you? The other will be happy to see you again. "

Canada looked unchanged through to the Brit, who nervously wringing his fingers.

"Excuse me ... who are you anyway?"

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