Hetalia X Reader: Little Miss Cyber

Chapter 52: The Epilogue - 3 Years With the Sketches

First day back home - 3 years ago:

Waking up in a sweltering pile of pillows and comforters, you flung your torso up from your slumber, belting out your lungs. Reassuring arms wrapped around your sweating form, hushing you as your heart leaped from your chest, pounding deeply as if it was frozen from the last moment of conciousness and thawed out in this moment.

Reece: stroking your hair
Shhh! It's gonna be okay. It was only a bad dream.

Your breathing hitched for a second, until the sudden awareness of your surroundings soaked it. You were safe. Safe at home, in your bedroom, being held by your brother in bed.

Reece: rubbing your back
You had accident.

Confused knitted brows questioned Reece.

Reece: looking you dead in the eye
You tried surfing again, (nickname).
Lachlan had to pull your lifeless body from the surf.

He pointed to your left shoulder, which was tightly bandaged.

Reece: his lip quivering
I... I thought I'd never get my baby sister back.
The board shot out from underneath you. Slamming into your shoulder and dislocating it.
Lockie said he then saw you wipe out and we all assume that a piece of the board smacked against your rips, causing the bruising there. Also smacking you in the forehead, causing a minor head wound, but according to the doctors, recent memory loss... You don't remember any of it, do you?

You squinted your eyes for a second, something about his story didn't seem right. Slowly scanning the room, everything seemed normal, just like how you last saw it, then a major detail jumped out at you.

You: frowning at a calendar
What's the date?

Reece: nervously clearing his throat
You've been in a coma.

An eyebrow cocked on your face.

Reece: trying to compose himself
For months. 2 days ago, the doctors said you are due to wake up soon, so we all thought it would be best if you woke up in your own bed.

Something about his claim wasn't sitting correctly, but a shrug was all you gave him. You attempted to get out of the bed, only to hear Reece protest and tell you not to.

You: sternly looking at him
If you hear me fall over or ask for help, then come and save me.
Reece please, just leave me alone for a little while.

He reluctantly pulled himself out of the bed, sour faced about getting orders from his little sister. He was still feeling regretful about everything he said to you when you both last saw each other. He secretly hoped that his baby sister would return back to him, innocent and wanting him around her all the time just like the old days; he was the only one happy about your loss of memory and vowed to never leave your side again.

After he left, slowly the covers were pried off, one by one, feeling lighter and more refreshed. Your feet soon touched the ground, soaking up the cold touch through the soles of your feet. The walls began to spin, before even being able to stabilise yourself firmly on your feet. Catching yourself on the bed frame, you made it a habit to lean on sturdy furniture in the room, making your way towards a desk, hastily sitting down on the computer chair. It took you a minute to compose yourself, but it shocked you when you noticed the date on your laptop. An even larger and ruder shock of finding an email explaining that the government has terminated the LMC Blog for breeching random violations, immediately made you wonder if they knew you have been hacking into private sources to get content.