Hetalia, Found You!

Chapter 17: Getting cold.

XD finally! you do not know how hard it is to write about something you have the foggiest about XD

Anyways, I know it took long, but the cold war chapters shall start rolling in!.... however, I still have the foggiest clue about them, so they'll probably won't be that good.

XP IM TERRIBLE AT STUDING XDDDD

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Hetalia, Found You!

Chapter 17: Gettinig Cold.

Ilvero Amores POV.

'One candle......... Two candle........ Three candl-'

My inner counting was cut off by a loud voice. I look up to see who owned this large voice, to find out that it belonged to America.

Surprise, surprise. (( A/N: sarcasm people, sarcasm!I know how to use it TT3TT MIRACLE!))

"Yeah?! Well, I never liked you! You stupid laws and stuff! Making everyone get the same! That's so unheroic!!" America raged on, getting right in Russia's face. It seemed as though he did not care for the amount of power the communist country had. I look around for help from the other countries to try and split up this argument, but it seemed as though everyone had fled the room, dreading the fight in the making.

Well, damn them all.

"And you think that you're so great?!" Russia asked incredulously, not even a hint of a fake smile on his face. He push on america's chest, and he stumbled back slightly. However, he steps back up again.

The two superpowers got into a heated argument as I sat there trying to continue breathing. It felt like my lungs were imploding, or being ripped out. I try to get up, but fall back down as the argument goes up a notch once again. I clutch my chest with my arms, practically hugging myself, as if to stop my lungs from bursting out of my chest.

I knew that if I didn't stop them from arguing now, then this would turn into a full on war. And that wouldn't be good for anyone.

"Go die, America mutt, da!" Russia spat disrespectfully. "And how could you do that to Japan?! Is that how you treat friends?! You Devil's incarnate!"

At this, the dirty blond's anger spikes. No word of how he was the 'Hero' escaped his lips, but a completely different side was shown. A darker, more evil side.

"Shut it, you Commie Ba*****!" He all but screamed, fists clenched at his sides. I pale slightly, afraid of this person in front of me. This wasn't America, right?

Deciding to put a stop to this, I step cautiously towards America's back. He was facing away from me, meaning he didn't notice me. I put my hand gently on his shoulder, and squeeze it reassuringly. However, the reaction I got was not expected.

His fist connected with my face, and I flew back into the wall. Sure it wasn't far, but it sure as hell hurt. 

My back hits it, and I fall into a sitting, crumpled heap on the floor. I look at the floor, shocked at what had just happened. I slowly put my hand to the mark on my cheek, and feel the blood from the cut inside my mouth run down my chin in a slither. I slowly look up at him with wide eyes, and start to stand up, using the wall as a support. I don't even cringe as my back throbs, the fear in my system making the pain almost unnoticeable.

I look to both of them with a red mark feeling like it is glowing on my cheek. Looking at America, his eyes were ablaze with hatred until he quickly realised what he had just done. Putting his hand out, he reaches for me slightly.

I flinch away from him, and start to step along the wall towards the door. The distrust wasn't just for America at this point, however I did want to run over to Russia and hide in his cloak, nice and warm, protected. His eyes sadden, and Russia steps forward a few steps. He glares at the back of America's head intensely, as if it was all his fault -which it was- but at that moment, I couldn't find it in me to care.

I shake my head at them fearully, and step back continuously towards the door, still holding my red and bruised cheek. The tears well in my eyes as I finally finish processing what just happened. ((took a while -_-" )) I turn and quickly run to the door, and fling it open as I flee the scene.

The calls of my names barely hit my ears as I make my escape into town.

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I knock on the large red, golden dragon imprinted door three times in quick succession, something Russia said earlier nagging me in my head. The heavy wooden door swings open, and there stood China.

"China! May I ask you a queston, please?" I ask, urgent as ever. He nods simply, and I take that as a 'carry on.'

"How's Japan?" I speak quickly. The reaction I got was immediate.

Hs smile dropped, and his eyes became worried for his little brother.

"Aiyaah, no one has told you yet?" He asks. I give him a blank look which he correctly takes as a no..

"Japan is in hospital, aru." He stated, deathly serious. All the air in my body rushes out quickly.

"Wh...what...?!" I ask, almost silently. He nods sadly.

"Yeah. America beat him in war, then bombed him for no reason, aru. I th-"

I didn't hear the rest of his sentence, for I was already running halfway down the street towards the hospital. 

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I burst through the glass pus doors of the hospital, and rush up to the receptionist desk. Placing my hands on the desk harshly, I gain the secratary's attention. Get ready for the tedious question.

"What room is Kiku Honda in, please...?" I ask, drumming my fingers on the desk impatiently. She flips her badly dyed platinum blond hair, and pops a bubble with her chewing gum.

"Relation...?" She asks in an annoying voice, drawing it out lazily. My eye twitched in the restraint of slapping some sense into her.

"I'm his sister." I lie curtly. She nods and tells me the directions. I follow them to the T, and jog quickly towards the door. I place my shaky palm on the door handle, and gulp, prepearing myself for the worst.

Opening the door, I step in quickly and shut it behind me, and walk over to the side of his bed. If it wasn't for the slightly bloodied bandages, I would have thought he was sleeping. His face was serene as he lay motionless in the bed, his eyes closed. Machines beside him beeped at a steady rate, monitoring his heart.

A sad look washes over my face, and I brush a few strands of hair out of his face with my fingertips. My hand lingers slightly at the sde of his face, and I chuckle without humour. Oh, how he would kill me right now for toucing him if he was awake. I look blankly at him face, and let my hand drop to my side. I sit in the chair, and pull it close to the bed. I take his hand gently in mine, and look towards the top of the bed.

"Hey Japan..." I say, hoping he would hear me, "I know you probably think I'm foolish for running the whole way here from China's house, but I did..."

There was no answer, his body as motionless as before.

"I know it seems silly, speaking to you while you probably can't hear me, but you're oing to have to put up with me for a while, ok?" I ask, using the bad humour to try and get a reaction out of him.

Nothing.

I sigh, and grab his hand with both of mine. He didn't even react to that. I prop it up with my elbows on the bed, and put my forehead against them. 

Hot tears leaked out of my eyes, and I sat there for what felt like hours.

"Nihon-kun......"

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"I'm not afraid of the dark, I'm afraid of whats in it. I'm not afraid of the gun, I'm afraid of the bullet. And I'm not afraid of the war, I'm afraid of you getting hurt." - Me (again. i'm so deep XD)