Your eyes fluttered open to a pure white ceiling. A throbbing pain ached the back of your head and your arm was tightly bound with a bandage, from your upper arm to your wrist.
You moved your (e/c) eyes to your left and saw a man with messy blonde hair. His big hand held your smaller one as you laid there.
You couldn't tell if he was sleeping or resting in the chair next to you, as he sat there with his head hung low.
You lifted your head up carefully to see him better, before trying your best to sit up completely, but the ache in your head worsened, making you flop back down onto the pillow.
You could feel him move slowly as he lifted his head,"(y/n)?" He spoke softly as you could now see his face more clearly.
He had dull blue eyes, and looked like he hasn't got much sleep at all. He looked a little run down, but he put on a smile when he saw you.
You didn't smile back, but rather laid there.
"We all were so worried Mon amour." He said as he squeezed your hand lightly, his eyes began to water.
"Who..?" You whispered.
He looked at you with a confused face, as a tear dripped down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away and sniffed,"Me, and Spain.. Prussia and Romano. They all came to visit you to see how you were doing.. Even Italy came with Germany, Austria, And Hungary.." He paused to let you process all the names before carrying on," but you were still sleeping.."
"How long have I been asleep?" You asked.
He looked over to a calendar hanging on the wall next to the bed. Someone had used a red marker to mark out the days," almost a week. The trauma to your head let a lot of blood in, so they had to put you out. They didn't want you to be in so much pain when you wake..if, you woke up.." He mumbled to himself looking away for a moment.
You looked around your hospital room. It was a stark white with nothing really in it, but all the bouquets of flowers. Some were newly bought, and some were starting to wither away.
"Why am I here?" You ask trying to sit up again.
The blonde man let your hand go to help you sit up," you were hit by a truck. Pretty hard."
He smiled again as you looked up at him," I don't remember.. Anything.." You say still frowning.
"Well what does that mean?" He asks mainly himself," like you don't remember how you got here?"
"I don't remember anything.." You repeat.
He furrows his brow as his eyes look into yours," (y/n).. Who am I? What's my name?" He sounded a little worried.
You stare at him," I.... I Don't know..I can't remember.."
"B-but you have to know me..I-I'm your father, your papa.." He says trying to persuade you.
You make a face he had never seen you make to him. It was of slight disgust but mostly disbelief," if you were that important to me, then I would remember.."
He gripped his shirt where his heart was, your words had hit him hard in the face," but.. "
Someone had stepped into the room, interrupting him,"oh, Romano, thank god your still here."
"I heard you talking to someone." He said looking at you," I didn't shut the door when I first left to sit out in the hall."
"(Y/n).. Do you remember this man?" The blonde one asks leaning over and pulling Romano closer.
The brunette looked down at him,"why are you asking h-"
"No.." You said sounding a little agitated. You winced as your wound on the back of your head begin to throb.
"J-just..leave, please.." You whisper as you carefully lay back down.
Both men eventually left your room.
You laid there, motionless. You closed your eyes again before opening them up to see a doctor beside you.
He checked you for bleeding and any other signs of change but found nothing really wrong with you.
The man smiled gently to you," you seem to be healing fine. And there is no longer any blood in your brain, but it is still a little swollen so.. Rest up for the next few days and see what happens then.." He explains before leaving.
That guy with the brown hair. He protruded your mind, clouding it with just him in general.
Why, why were you so caught up on wanting to see his face again.
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"I want you to go-a home.." Romano says to France,"you need to sleep, get something to-a eat and relax.."
France shook his head," non. I would rather be here with (y-"
Romano interrupted him," I will be with her. No need to worry.."
"..." He hesitated to retort back, but then nodded," alright.. I'll be back later.."
"Tomorrow...you will be back tomorrow.." Romano stated, urging France to go home and fix himself up.
Once France had moved along Romano headed back into your room.
His gaze landed on your pale complexion and small form.
The only thing on his mind was, how could he have let this happen.
He sat down in the chair France had been sitting in earlier and kept thinking. Over and over.
The more his mind wondered the more his head sank. His hands supporting against his for head, his elbows dug into his thighs.
His fingers gripped at his hair as tears welled up in his eyes, but he was pulled from his mind to hear your voice.
"Your back.."
He lifted his head to looked up at you. You didn't look happy, but your face wasn't easy to read in the first place.
"Yeah..I-"
"Fan- tastic.." You say sarcastically as your turn your head away to look out the window. Clouds formed outside, so the best guess would be that it may rain soon.
Romano sighed and dropped his head in his hands again. 'What am I going to do with her now..'
