Hetalia: Soulwords.

America Part 3

So, I sprained a finger and it is wrapped up.

When you were fifteen, you had been playing man-hunt with a group of other teens on a farm. The goal was to hide until someone found you and tagged you. If you were tagged, you had to then join the hunters in searching for the hiders. The hiders were allowed to move from their positions witch made it a bit hard.

It was basically hide n' seek renamed so teens weren't embarrassed when playing.

You had the genius idea of hiding in a tree. 

Why not after all? 

Everyone else was hiding on the ground and most people did not look up when they were rushing around. Plus, being up high let you see who got found and where the hunters were. Although, people might be able to see you from a distance. Because of that, you had come prepared. 

You were wearing a camo green sweater and had the hood flipped on. Your face was covered in mud and your pants were also camo green. You had borrowed them from your next door neighbor's clothesline...he wouldn't notice till he had to go back to the army. 

As long as you stayed still, no one should be able to see you. 

A flawless plan for a flawless woman.

You didn't include gravity, weight, and physics into your plan though. 

It was your scream that attracted the hunters in the game who then quickly called the game off. Some didn't believe it was a real call-off, only a trick to bring out the hiders. But soon, messages spread through and 911 was called.

You had ended up in a four week coma before finally waking up with a concussion, a broken arm, broken elbow, broken jaw, and a deep cut across the back of your head. 

That had been the last time you visit the hospital from something drastic. 

Currently, you were sitting in bed while Alfred, your soulmate, was eating his fifth cheeseburger since he had been arrived in the room around half an hour ago. To your shock, he wasn't choking to death or making a mess.

After leaving the abandoned school you had been being held in, Alfred and rushed you over to an Ambulance and waiting paramedics. They asked no questions, only obeyed his orders to take you to the hospital right away.

At the hospital, you had been informed that you had a concussion. There were four stitches in the back of your head and you were to be resting. No sports, no work, no TV, no phone.

Alfred looked sorry for you when the list of things you weren't allowed to do had been read out to you. However, when the list of how much everything was going to cost was read out, he had told the Doctor to stop.

"Hey dude, this is my soulmate! Like hell I'd let her pay for a medical bill that big!" He laughed and patted the Doctor on the shoulder.

"Well someone has to pay for it." The doctor pushed Alfred's hand away.

"I'll pay for it." Alfred smiled. "And don't worry about her too much, I'll take care of her."

Now, you were wondering why he had taken you to his house and not back to your aunt's house. You understood that he wanted to keep you safe, he was over 250 years old and had waited that long for you to come along. But you still found it strange.

"Hey Alfred." You say softly and turn to look at him. 

His head snaps in your direction and he smiles at you. "Yeah?" He asked.

"How come I'm staying at your house? My aunt is probably worried sick!" A look of panic crosses your face but he just laughs.

"Your aunt knows where you are." He hands you a cheeseburger. 

For some reason he thinks that eating them will cure you of your concussion. 

"How?" You ask and take a tiny bite of the food. Ever since the knock to your noggin, you hadn't been all that hungry.

"I told her." Alfred answers, food still in his mouth. "And don't worry about your mother either...I've had her sent away to a rehab that is not allowed to let her out."

You look at him with wide eyes. "You kidnaped my mom?"

"What!" Alfred looks shocked that you would ever think such a thing. "No! I only asked her to go to the rehab center." 

"Even when she is blackout drunk, she'd say no to that..." You cross your arms.

"Well...being a nation does have it's perks." Alfred laughs and pats your leg. "A nation's people tend to do whatever the nation wants."

"Sooo basically mind control?"

"No. They don't have to do it, but most just feel no need to argue. It also helps that I am oh so handsome." He winks at you.

You laugh at that. You have to admit, he is good looking.