What is... "Home"? (Hetalia Fanfic, Part 2)

Chapter 114~

I didn't eat, nor did I sleep save for the nightmares. I was wrought with worry for all the countries, my family and friends. Yes, this was my home, and just about every single family member I had adopted was out of contact, out of reach, and possibly alive or dead. How could I sleep or eat with a pain like that, one that gnawed at my innards until they were mush?  

"Please... Please..." I kept saying over and over through my tears whenever I awoke from a nightmare. 

I would busy myself with studying whenever I couldn't sleep, which was often. Even during the day I would at least try to nod off, but it always resulted in the same thing.  

You know what they say about insanity, of course.  

Guess that makes me insane, at least a little.  

I didn't leave my dorm, either. I didn't want to interact with anyone. Nothing. I watched the news desperately for any reports on Matthew or Alfred or Francis or anyone I didn't already know to be alright. My phone never left my hands, either, for obvious reasons.  

~~~ 

"Rayn, here," Kadi said to the exhausted yet frantic language teacher, handing her a plain white envelope that was sealed.  

"What's this?" Rayn asked a little suspiciously.  

"It's a letter to my private pilot. He'll take you down to DC in no time," she told her. "Just go find America."  

Rayn took one look at Kadi, then at the envelope, before snatching it up with an excited "Thank you!" and dashing off.  

Kadi grinned and called after her, "Don't compliment his hat!"  

Half an hour later~  

'Her pilot... is a monkey... in a yellow suit...' Rayn thought in utter skepticism. 'Why am I not surprised?'  

"Erm... Nice hat," she told him, speaking of the monkey's bright yellow top hat. 

"EE EEE OOH!" he replied over his shoulder from his place at the controls of the jet. (Oh thank you thank you thank you!) 

~~~ 

"Excuse me, is there an Alfred F. Jones checked in to this hospital?" Rayn asked the receptionist at the third hospital she'd visited that day.  

"Uhm, yes, but- he isn't in a state for visitors at the moment!" the timid intern called after Rayn, who had taken off down the hall. "Hey, come back!" 

"Don't worry, I'm a friend!" Rayn replied over her shoulder before turning a corner and sprinting down that way, weaving gracefully through doctors and carts of supplies.  

It was by some miracle that she was able to find the room housing Alfred. She ran in and was met with the sight of a nurse putting the finishing touches on the machinery hooked up to the unconscious country.  

"Sorry, Miss, but he isn't in a state for visitors," the nurse told her sternly.  

"How is he?" Rayn demanded to know. 

"He's got a few broken ribs, a cracked skull, a mild concussion, and he's comatose for the time being," the nurse relayed with a peeved expression and tone. "Now please get out, I still have work to do."  

Rayn consented, sitting on the bench outside his room to brood. 'Dammit, Alfred. Seriously... You dumb hero...' she thought with a secretly proud smile. She remembered what she had seen on the television the day before: he'd shielded a couple of politicians with his own body when he saw the bomb attached to the ceiling.