Hetalia, Found You!

Chapter 9: 20 years later.

I don't own hetalia, because he thought of it before me. thats right. him.

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Hetalia, Found you!

Chapter 9: 20 Years later.

Russia's POV.

I walked through the forest, retracing our steps. I looked towards the way of the feild, and sighed. I hadn't been here since...

I closed my eyes, expecting the worst. Flowers dead all around me. That was what I thought it would be like. Oh how wrong I was.

I looked around in shock. There was many a sunflower, and also all the other countries flowers, all blooming and brilliant. But what shocked me the most, was that all the countries flowers were there.

There, mixed in with all the other flowers in the field, was the cornflower knapweed. Germany's flower.It was blooming bright blue.

'Some day... Russia... Someday, I know that this flower will bloom. And that day, it will join the the flowers on the field. It will show it's beauty and come into peace with the other flowers...' Her voice resounded in my head.

She was right. We had come to peace with Germany. As with the others from axis powers.

I walk to the middle of the field, and lay down, looking at the sky. The last time I did this was with her...

I wonder if she misses the sky? The smell of the flowers? The sound of the birds and the rustling of the trees? I wonder if she missed us?

After all, in the 20 years btween the battle, not a single onehad been to visit her in the hospial. We had all forgotten about her. 

Or had we?

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Ilvero Amore's POV

I sit up with a gasp. Looking arund, I noticed that I'm in a hospital. I rub my eyes, and remember what happened. Flashes took place in my mind. 

Breathing deeply through my nose, I smell a flowery smell. Looking to my left at the table next to the bed, I see a flower. It wasn't just any flower. It was the cornflower knapweed, fully in bloom.

I sit at the edge of the bed, and slip off onto the floor. My legs wobble slightly, but apart from that I am fine. What is the time? The date? The year?!

I look to the wall, and stare at what I am seeing.

24th of march, 1965.

1965?! I WAS IN A COMA FOR 20 YEARS?! 

I look to the chair next to my bed, to see it covered in dust with cobwebs on the arm rests. Not a single one of them had come to see me? 

I looked closer, and sure enough there wasn't a single imprint. I look sadly at it, then detatch the drip and the HRM. Slowly I wak to the door. I see the nurses running towards my room, probably because the machine had flatlined. 

I locked the doow, and walked toward the widow. I still had my old clothes on, free of any blood, but had no shoes. I didn't have time to look for them now though.

I jump out the window as I hear the door break open. Who would have that much strength?!

I look towards the window, to see England looking franticaly around the room. Oh. Thats who it was.