The Forgotten (A Hetalia fan fic)

Chapter 9

~Chapter 9: Alex, where are you~

I can't help but blame myself for this. She is my little sister, I can’t believe she is gone because of me. Uhg, I am so tired. I haven't been able to sleep lately. It has just been eating away at me. I can't look at myself without seeing her staring back at me. I just can't take much of this. It needs to stop. All of a sudden I felt a lurch in the pit of my stomach. "No, not again." I mumbled. the last time something like this happened, I had lost South Carolina, and started the civil war. "She is coming back, I hope." I said as I threw on some jeans and a t-shirt and ran out of my hotel room. It was the middle of the day and the others should be at the world conference, but if I was lucky than he might still be here. I started banging on England's door. "Dude you in there?" I asked in my hero voice.

"Yes you nitwit, now what do you want." He said obviously upset. I started feeling a lot of pain all over my body, and I had to lean up against the wall to keep from falling. What is going on, it was not as bad this early last time. "Go back to your room Alfred your drunk." He said annoyed. My heart started beating so fast in my chest it felt like it was going to explode in my chest, and my head was throbbing in pain.

"M-make i-it stop" I said falling on my knees.

"Make what stop, Drama Queen?" He asked, thinking this was all an act.

"W-war." I said, and I blacked out.

[England's POV:]

Uhg, that twit must think I'm stupid to fall for something like that. "You wanker, get up." I yelled at him. He didn't move. "Alfred this is not funny, get up." Still nothing. I took out my phone and called Alasdair.

"Hullo, Alasdair speaking."

"Alasdair, It's me Arthur I need some help with America."

"You have dealt with him before can't you handle it?"

"This time is different, she is coming back." 

"I will be right over."

*Five Minutes Later*

"Ok, I'm here now why do you need me exactly?" He asked only slightly angry.

"I am afraid to cast the spell, what if something goes wrong, or she is not the same, or what happens if she is really dead after all, and its a new country that takes her place?" I said while Scotland looked at me with a disapproving look.

"Arthur, Ireland and Wales will be told what you just said, and you will be beaten." He said flatly.

"What? Why do you have to go tell them?" I asked panicking a little.

"Just focus, and cast it!" He yelled.

"Fine but can you help me move him into the room." I asked.

"This is why France calls you the black sheep of Europe. Your so helpless." He helped me drag Alfred to the bed in my room, and I cast the spell. Once again there was a blinding light, once it faded I saw Alex passed out next to Alfred.