Countries (A Hetalia Fan Fiction)

Chapter 37: Surprise!

"HHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAUUU", Sitting up I breathe loudly in shock.
I had died and now I wasn't.
Wait am I in....Heaven?
All around me were the smiling faces of my friends.
Did they all die too?

"Where am I?! Am I in Heaven? Why are you all here? Did you die too"? I ask in pure shock.
"Your at Britain's house", Italy says happily.
"No your not in Heaven", Romano adds.
My eyes widen. I'm in hell?

"What did I do wrong"! I say and I start to cry, "All my life I've loved and believed in god".

Everyone had a look of pure confusion drawn on to their faces them they realized something.

Laughing Grace put her hand out to touch me but I jerked away.
"You are all demons aren't you! Sent here to torture me"! I yell pulling my legs up to my chest.

"Natalia calm down love your not in hell", Britain says carefully.
"Then where the f**k am I", I yell.

I never used the 'f' word but it seemed appropriate.

"Italy already told you dude your in Britain's house", America says.
"Wait so I'm not dead"? I ask calming down instantly.
"No your very much alive mon cher", France says.
"But I died"? I say uber confused.

"Well you were mostly dead not dead dead", Britain explains quoting the movie Princess Bride.
"Oh", I say.

"You were dead for the most part. You had almost an undetectable pulse. Nobody could of brought you back by that point since you gave Grace your powers. So we had to transfer them back", Britain explains.
"So Grace isn't ageless anymore"? I ask sadly.

"Actually I am I am now the country Romania", Grace says stepping into the conversation.
"He's dead"?! I exclaim.
"Yes. One he died (I won't give you the details) I took over his roll as a country", Grace says solemnly but I could tell she was content that everything worked out even though it didn't go as we expected.

I didn't know how I should feel. I definitely wasn't happy he wasn't dead more relieved.

We were all silent for a second until another question pops into my head.
"How long have I been out"? I ask.
"It's been a week aru", China says.
"A week"! I exclaim.
"Yes you had to have time to mend", Britain explains.

"When do you think I can start moving again"? I ask.
"Soon, maybe a day", Britain says.
"Only a day"? I ask slightly surprised.

I thought I would be bed ridden longer than that.

"Countries heal faster than normal", Japan puts in.
"Not to mention you have been out for a week already", France adds.
"Oh", I say.

"Well come on guys she's going to need some sleep", Spain says trying to usher everyone out of the room.
"Do you need anything Natalia"? Russia asks before he leaves.
"Well a glass of water would be nice", I say noticing how dry my throat was.
"Okay I'll be a minute", Russia says leaving.
Spain smiling shuts the door behind them.

I sigh tiredly rubbing my eyes. My body felt sore all over, especially my torso where the bullet hit. The bullet must of just barely missed my heart for me to still be alive today.

Just then there is a knock on my door and Russia comes in with the glass of water I asked for.
Handing me the glass of water Russia says "Here".
"Thank you", I say smiling and taking the cool glass.
I take a sip and my scratchy throat is instantly soothed.

Russia watches me carefully almost like he couldn't believe I was there. I could tell Russia was trying to stay strong but I could see a crack in his emotional barrier and watched as his wall crumbled down and he broke into tears. I had only seen him cry once and that was before I almost died and even that was a dim memory.

I open up my arms to hug him and he accepts the hug.
"I thought you died. I vould've never talked again", Russia says sobbing.
I start to cry to in compassion for all he has been through the past week, not being sure if I would ever wake up again.

When all his tears are drained out he wipes them away and it almost seemed as if it never happened. I had a feeling I would be crying a lot today. Not for myself but for the others. I don't cry a lot so maybe it would be good for me but that didn't mean that I would like it.

"Get vell Natalia I love you", he says smiling slightly.
"Love you too Russia", I say smiling and kissing his cheek.
Russia walks out of the room shutting the door behind him quietly.

Russia being my last anchor reality once gone lye me drift off into an ocean of dreams.