Mourn into love? [An hetalia [PruFem!Can] fanfiction]

Qui est-ce vous?

A/N: I finished this now for you guys! It's like 12:00 over here! x_x I'm dead. . . Anyhow, here's the update! Enjoy!

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Chapter 4: Qui est-ce vous? {Who are you?}

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(No random quote for the day!)

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When Madeline woke up, she saw herself in a white dull hospital room with just the necessities to take care of her, including a movable IV inserted in her uninjured arm. The Canadian tilted her head to the side, confused about the situation. The said woman attempted to remember what happened before she fell unconscious, but she only remembered her boss being in her hotel room door and her vision just went black. This made Madeline even more bewildered about the current situation she was in.

The blond woman then vaguely remembered of a knife. . . ? Yes, a knife, a kitchen one. Madeline slowly looked at her other arm and saw that it was full of freshly made scars. It made her gasp and she gave out a small squeak, scaring the living hell out of her. "H-How. . . ?" She gaped at the scars that were before her, not just ready to take in the fact that she did this to herself.

Madeline sat up on her bed and discovered that she had a hospital gown that revealed most of her back. To her left, there was a large window that showed the waiting room and a door that let visitors do what the name implies: to visit.

That sudden thought made her crestfallen, knowing that no one will probably visit her. This statement though, was quickly proven false as her co-workers Feliks, Francis (Who's also her cousin), and Arthur simultaneously entered the hospital room. Madeline's hopes rose and then quickly fell again as they started spilling out questions to the female.

'Great. . . It's gonna be a long day. . .' With that, Madeline gave out a sigh that none of the men noticed. Thankfully.

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Several visitors and hours later, Madeline felt exhausted, having been fed with questions of curious colleagues. She sighed outwardly just as she had for practically the whole day. The said Canadian rubbed her temple, being a bit stressed out with the sudden outburst towards her.

Luckily, the visiting hours were about to end and /surely/ no one would come and if they did, then they wouldn't be allowed, right? Besides, even if someone would be able to surpass all of that, the Canadian wouldn't want to see them anyways. . .

Soon, she started to feel drowsy and so she slept.

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(Prussia's point of view, 3rd person.)

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'Gott, I vonder who zhat blond chick vas and vhy she's now in zhe hospital. . . Zhat's so unawesome!' The albino who goes by the name Gilbert (Awesome!) Beilschmidt pondered. The self-proclaimed awesome person sauntered down the street towards the hospital Madeline was temporarily residing in for obvious reasons.

Of course, Gilbert has a different set of examples when it comes to obvious. The spiked hair man left his yellow puff of a bird, Gilbird, at his residence to not risk anything.

After a few blocks, Gilbert stood in front of the tall building, whose front had the words, "Führende Rehabilitation Slinik Bavaria*". Gilbert shrugged and let a small grunt go out and entered the building.

His first impression of the interior of the rehabilitation center was that it was too dull and 'unawesome'. The male disregarded it, knowing that he needed to tend to more important manners. He signed himself in as a visitor and, with the help of his fluent German and (He /is/ native to Germany. . .) and maybe a bribe, he slipped inside Madeline's hospital room.

The albino saw that the Canadian was sleeping peacefully on the uncomfortable looking bed. So. . . That's Madeline? He shrugged the question away and then sat on the edge of the bed and just looked at her. Gilbert was so intrigued by her sharp features that were yet soft and sweet. He was returned into reality when a pair of wide violet eyes looked up at him, full of bewilderment.

"Q-Qui est-ce vous?" Madeline's sweet and quiet voice asked.

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Yay! I finally made Gilbert enter!

Gilbert: fräulein I vill get you one day!

Me: No you won't~ You'll thank me!

Gilbert: Vhy is zhat?!

Me: You'll see~ //runs away laughing evilly

Gilbert: COME BACK JOU BITCH! //runs after me