•Your POV•
I ran, ran and ran even faster. No, I told myself a million times, I wouldn't let this opportunity slip away! I can't let Alfred slip away!
I ran through the sidewalks, apologizing to every person I have hit. I couldn't care less of the puddles I stepped on ruined my clothes, I need to save him.
I need to save Alfred! If i can't save him whole, I want to save his heart. I want him to know that there's someone who loves him deeply.
He saved my heart, heck, 2 times! I want to save his.
I have to remain strong for him; but my heart really wants to cry, I can't pour my tears out just now.
I arrived at the hospital– ignoring my sore feet. I asked which room he was placed in. Room 740. It was a private room.
I burst end through the doors and I couldn't believe my eyes. I didn't want to believe my eyes. If this is a dream, please wake me up!
I see Alfred with the regular machines around and he looks badly injured. Matthias and Gilbert were kneeling beside him, the Dane crying and the Prussian praying. The Canadian sobbed deeply– almost screaming, while the French man comforted him, crying as well.
The Brit sat at the end of the bed– tears that could fill a pool, though seemed lifeless like a corpse.
I couldn't bare looking at this scene. I just fell on my knees and sobbed loudly.
The others saw me and looked at me, the tears never stopped pouring though. We continued our ways, it was for Alfred.
We sobbed, sobbed and sobbed. As I continued, I stood up and went to Alfred's bed side.
"Please wake up..." I muttered.
"Please wake up..." I whispered.
Sobs were still heard.
"Please wake up!" I exclaimed. I hugged his torso, desperate for him to wake up, "A-Alfred... P-Please... It's Christmas..."
You took a small black box from your jacket, everyone's eyes were glued to that small item.
"You didn't open your gift yet... We would meet up today, remember?" You opened the box to reveal promise rings.
The others were shocked, their eyes growing wide.
"(Y-Y/n)..." Arthur muttered, "I-I'm so sorry," He continued to tear up.
"Alfred has his gift for you, too," Matthew spoke up, "But I don't know what or where it is, he said it was a secret."
You imagined Alfred and his goofy antiques exclaiming that it was a secret.
"It's a secret!" Alfred said as he winks and places 2 fingers on his forehead to make him do a saluting pose.
Imagining this, I teared up more. When he wakes up, I want to spend every minute I have with him. I don't care if he has deforms or he doesn't remember anything, out of 7 billion people, I chose him. And I would never leave him.
"I'll watch over him," You declared, "I'll watch over him until he wakes up."
Matthias protested, "(Y/n), it's too much, maybe we could have schedule-"
"No." I blankly said, "I'm not leaving his side. I could be accompanied, but I'm not leaving my post."
I've been accompanied by 1 person each to watch Alfred.
2 weeks later, I couldn't believe it. After changing my clothes in the shower in the hospital room, I heard a groan.
It was from Alfred!
I heard him squirming. I immediately went out after changing and grabbed my phone. Alfred was waking up! I texted him to come over as fast as he could.
He was breathing heavily, it seemed as though he was going to wake up!
Arthur quickly came and rushed to me, "(Y/n), what happened?" He panted.
"Look!" I pointed to Alfred. His eyebrows furrowed.
"Alfred please wake up!" We pleaded together.
He fluttered his eyes open, revealing the beautiful baby blue eyes I've been waiting for.
"Alfred! You're awake!!" I hugged him.
"You git!" Arthur laughed, tears still streaming down, "You had me all worried!"
He looked confused and soon smiled softly.
"Thanks but... Who exactly are you dudes?" He chuckled.
My eyes grew wide. Arthur softly gasped.
'Don't get upset... But my heart really wants to cry...'
To Be Continued...
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Fanfiction[COMPLETED] "A normal and fluffy fanfiction with the Hero." Or so you thought it was... Read about a story of fate, one with many adventures and twists that eventual always lead you back to the road you started with. The road with Alfred F. Jones...