The Survivors (Hetalia fanfiction)

Chapter 4~ No Sleep...

We went back home and Phoebe rested for a couple days. The countries came around to wish us luck, we took it gladly. She woke up just an hour ago.

I was sitting in her room on a chair that had been placed by her bed. I waited. Then her eyes opened. I smiled and sighed in relief. "Thank god..." I mumbled under my breath. She groaned. "W-what happened?" She looked over to me. I smiled wider. "W-Why are you s-smiling? God, what a h-headache I have...." She trailed off, closing her eyes. 'Well, there she goes...' I thought giggling.

I got up and walked out of Phoebe's room. I made my way to the kitchen. I haven't eaten in at least a few days or so. I sighed.

As I passed the doorway to the living room, I caught a glimpse of a certain blonde German. I stopped in my tracks and backed up, peering through the doorway once again. I was right!

Germany was sitting on the couch peacefully speaking with Lucille about the next meeting.

But then I saw Prussia flirting with Isabelle on the loveseat. I knew Prussia was a flirt, he even started to flirt with me until an 'unknown force', as he called it, threatened him. I giggled at the memory.

This caught the attention of the four in the living room.

"Scarlett? How's Phoebe?" Lucille asked, a bit of concern in her voice. I smiled. "She's doing wonderfully! Say, where's the others?" I asked. I haven't seen the rest of the girls all day. "Probably somewhere they shouldn't be..." Lucille sighed. I giggled again. "Probably."

Then there was silence, something I dreaded.

"Anyway, sorry to disturb the four of you, you can continue." I smiled and walked to the kitchen. I made myself Honey Nut Cheerios and walked back to Phoebe's room.

I heard my name as I pasted the living room, but brushed it off. I smiled.

Lucille's P.O.V.

Once Scarlett had left our sight, we started talking again, but about something else.

Germany had brought it up. "Has Scarlett done nothing but watch Phoebe ever since she was attacked?" His voice had concern written all over it.

I nodded my head. "Really? I never thought she would push herself that far. I mean, I've known Scarlett since we meet at the meeting..." Prussia trailed off when we saw Scarlett pass by.

"Yea, she hasn't eaten either. That's the only food I've seen her get ever since Phoebe passed out." Isabelle added. I sighed. "That is true..." I sat back, leaning against the couch. "She's too over protective of the younger ones...but I can understand that." I said, slowly closing my eyes. "She just won't give herself a break. One day, she's going to work herself so hard, she won't be able to recover." I shook my head. "She never lightens up."

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A/N: Sorry it's taken so long! I've just been really busy and I kinda abandoned this...maybe I'll pick it up?