And It All Falls Down // Hetalia // Working Title

Chapter 1

Arthur woke up in a hospital room.

"What's going on?"

Doctors turned around to look at him.

A long silence.

"You got hurt."

"How?"

"It's best... It's best if you remember on your own."

"Huh?"

"You will remember. It may be in a day, in a year, in a decade, but you will remember."

"Okay?"

"If you feel okay, you may go home."

That's when he realized that Japan and Prussia were both sitting in the room.

"Oh, uh, hey Kiku and Gilbert..."

They looked nervous.

"Oh, hello, Arthur. I am glad you woke up." Japan said.

"Uh, yeah..." Prussia followed.

England raised an eyebrow.

"Well, we're going home, right?"

"Yeah..."

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When England returned home, everything seemed normal. Alfred was upstairs playing his video games, Japan said. So was France. Why was France here?

"Bonjour, Arthur. I'm glad you're okay."

"I'm so confused."

"About what, mon ami?"

"What happened?"

"I am sorry, ami, but I cannot tell you. Doctor's orders."

Prussia and Japan looked at each other. How many drugs had they given him?

"If you don't mind, could you please tell me what time it is?"

France checked his watch.

"It's nine o'clock."

England turned around to see that the sky had turned a deep shade of blue, with stars spotting the sky.

"Oh. Didn't see that."

"Are you hungry? They've been feeding you food through a pipe since a few days ago."

I'd been in there a few days?

"Uh, yes, but I can cook for myself..." England headed towards the kitchen, but France stepped in front of him.

"No, no. You are still recovering. I'll make you some world-class French food."

England opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. "O-Okay..." England walked over to the dinner table and sat down at it, as did Japan and France.

"Do you feel okay?" Japan asked.

"Yes."

"Well, for your first real meal in a few days, you wouldn't want any of-" France stopped himself from making fun of England as he normally did.

"Uh... Anything bad! Yes! We don't want you to mess up your cooking, that is all."

England slowly nodded. Something was odd about the way they were acting, England just couldn't think of it. Japan and Prussia were looking at England, confused. What?

Alfred bounced down the steps. "So, uh-" He froze when he saw England.

"Oh, uh... Hey bro! I see Frenchie is cooking you some food!"

England nodded. "Hello, Alfred."

Japan and Prussia continued staring at England. What was he doing wrong?

"So, how you been?" France and America exchanged looks. "Do you remember anything?"

"No. And none of them will tell me what happened."

America nervously glanced at Japan and Prussia, who didn't seem to notice him, too busy worried about England.

"Well, I'm sorry. The doctor knows best. I'm sure you'll remember soon..."

"Yes..."

"Done!" France put England's food on a plate and handed it to him. "Pot-au-feu."

"Pot-a-what?"

"Pot-au-feu. Beef, oxtail, carrots, turnips, and some French spices that your little English mind could not even comprehend."

England stared blankly at France, then down to his plate. He started eating. The food was actually quite good.

"So... Are you gonna eat?" Prussia said.

England looked at Prussia, then pointed to his plate, mid-chew.

Prussia opened his mouth to say something, but Japan kicked him in the shin under the table. "Oh, yeah. Silly me."

England nodded and continued eating. Huh.

"So, uh, whenever you're done, you can go get ready for bed if you want... It's getting late."

England nodded and finished up his food, giving his plate to France to wash.

"Okay. I'm going to bed. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." The three of them said back in unison.

Heading upstairs, England noticed small changes in his house from when he last remembers being there. The rail on the steps was on the left now, instead of the right. England found his room. Has it moved too?

He opened the door to find his regular room. Everything inside looked the same as before.

England put on his pajamas and brushed his hair and teeth, then got in his bed, turning on BBC on his radio to bore him to sleep and get his mind off how odd that day had been.

But some things he just couldn't get off his mind.

France was wearing the same clothes that England remembered him in the last time he saw him. So was America.

Then again, their outfits never really changed. Maybe that was just England.

England sighed. It'll all go back to normal, he was sure. Today was just different because he had just woken up from his coma that he apparently was put in after the-incident-no-one-will-tell-him-about.

How did he get in a coma?

How bad was the accident? It couldn't have been that bad. Everything is the same. Everyone is still here.

Maybe England's dreams would tell him.

England drifted off into sleep.