Blood and Tears

Waking Up. (Part 2)

~Matthieu POV.

I felt strange the next few days. Every time I went to sleep, strange noises filled my ears and I couldn't move. I didn't get why I was having these strange dreams. Every time I woke up, I was only more confused. Gilbert began to grow suspicious. He would follow me around and make sure that I hadn't cut. Strangely enough, the voices were gone. It was like they just up and left. "Birdie are jou sure zhat jour fine?" I snapped out of my thoughts and focused on Gilbert. I frowned a little. "I'm not sure Gil. Something feels wrong, but I can't put my finger on it." He nodded but still watched me.

That night when I went to bed, I had the strange dream again. The beeping and the noise that sounded vaguely like breathing. But something was different. The air felt darker, more depressed. Drops of water fell on my arm and I heard soft sobbing. "It'll be okay Gilbert. It's for the best. You know that." My brother's voice filled the air. "Nein. Nein. Zhey have no right... He's a country, he'll pull through. I know he vill, he's strong." Gilbert's broken voice said. "Gilbert, you know that that won't 'appen. Even for a country, the blow was just too much for 'im." Francis sighed. What are they talking about? What strange dreams I have. I heard Gilbert yell back at Francis.

"He vill not die! I promised him zhat I vouldn't leave him! I had a dream he promised he vouldn't leave me either! Zhey vill not take him off support!" Support? "Gilbert calm down, no need to get your panties in a twist." Arthur's voice said. "Gilbert, look. It's been months. If he was fine, he should've woken up way before now. He's in pain. Keeping him alive is hurting him." Alfred said. "Oui, I agree. Gilbert, look at 'im. 'e can't live like this. If 'e stays like this any longer, the doctors said that 'e could go brain dead." Brain dead? But, only people in coma's have that risk... God this is too weird.

"Zhen I'll vait until zhen. I vill not sign his life to end now. Zhat night vhen I followed him home, I couldn't let him die. I von't let him die now. Jou don't know how hard I've tried. Keeping him alive means everysing to me. Call me selfish, but I am. I can't let him go... not now." Gilbert said. It scared me how serious he was. I knew that no matter what, Gilbert would always fight for me, but this was freaking me out. Why are they talking about me like I'm on my deathbed? "Gilbert look at me. 'e 'as been in this coma for five months. Five months. 'e is not waking up. They have to take 'im off of life support."

EXCUSE ME?! COMA?! LIFE SUPPORT?! WHAT KIND OF DREAM IS THIS?! I was horrified. It all made sense, the beeping in the background was probably a heart monitor. The breathing noise was me. It explained why I couldn't move. But this is a dream. That's all it is. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. I'm not in a coma... This is a dream... All a dream... That's all... But... What if I really am in a coma? The question chilled me to the bone. Before I could continue my thoughts, I was interupted by sobs. "Gilbert look. I don't want this to happen like this. I am sorry that this has happened the way it has, I really am, but... We can't keep him like this."

Arthur said once more. "You have to let him go. We can help look after his country, I mean look at you dude. You are more pale than usual. I don't want to let him go also. I wanted to get to know him like you did. I feel bad for ignoring him all those years. I never knew what he was going through. But what he did, I know you would've done the same thing, right?" Movement on my shoulder. A nod? "And if you were in his position, and you were in pain, would he want to stop your suffering?" Gilbert broke out into loud sobs. "He-he'd do anything." I wanted to cry, and I did. I felt tears run down my cheeks. "Then you have to let him go." Alfred's voice weavered.

My body was assaulted with feelings, more severe than the ones I would have when I was awake. But I'm not asleep now, am I? Realization dawned on me. To me, I was alive. But to them, I was almost dead and in suffering. The doctors were talking and saying that I was going to die. I don't want to die. Gilbert would be heartbroken. Shattered. I wanted to move, to comfort him and tell him I would be fine. But I couldn't and it frustrated me. Gilbert was the only one that wouldn't let me die, and they were convincing him to take me off life support. If Gilbert says yes... I really am going to die. I can't let that happen! But how d- Gilbert interupted me. "Alright. I-I'll let him go."

No. No Gilbert! No! I wanted to scream and shout at the top of my lungs, but my body wouldn't move. "C-can you guys give me a few minutes? I vant to say goodbye." I heard the door open and shut. Then he spoke to me. "I don't know if jou can hear me... Jou probably can't... But if jou can, I'm sorry I vasn't able to save jou. I promised I vouldn't leave jou alone... Und I failed at zhat... I promised jou vouldn't feel lonely... I failed at zhat too... I promised zhat I vould protect jou und love jou... Und I failed... I do love jou Birdie... I hope jou loved me back as much as I did... I'm sorry..." I struggled inside myself, tears still falling down my face. Gilbert please! Don't do it!

Then, I felt light. All the weight was gone. I was able to move. I opened my eyes to see Gilbert leaning over my body on a hospital bed. "Gilbert I'm right here!" I was able to say. But he didn't hear. The room was thrust into frantic noises and beeps. Gilbert began to bawl. He looked horrible. His hair was messy and his eyes were puffy from tears. He looked like he hadn't showered in days and he looked... shattered. The door burst in and doctors and nurses crowded my bed. "Nurse!" I heard a doctor yell. "His heart stopped! Breathing too!" Gilbert still sat next to my body, holding my hand.

"Gilbert! Over here! Please look at me!" I yelled. Slowly he turned my way. I rushed forward, going through people and objects. The doctors unclasped his hand from mine and they started shocking me. "Gilbert look at me! I don't want to die! Don't let me die! Gilbert please hear me!" He just stared at me. Slowly he reached out his hand and cupped my cheek, his hand going through it slightly. Tears filled his eyes. "Jou promised jou wouldn't leave if I didn't leave." I held his hand, mine going through his. "I don't want to leave! Help me stay! I don't want to die Gil!" Rivers flowed from my eyes, showing no sign of stopping.

"Was I not enough to make jou want to stay? Was my love not enough for jou?" Pain was tearing through me. "Prove to me that I'm enough. Don't die on me. Birdie stay vith me." I felt tugs on my heart. "I want to stay!" I screamed. The tugs turned to yanks. "I want to stay here with you! I don't want to-" Nothing. Blackness filled my vision. I was laying on my back. My lungs were on fire and my chest burned. I sat up and took massive gulps of air, ripping things out of my arms. "Die!" I yelled, finishing my sentance. I opened my eyes to the shocked faces of doctors and nurses.

I panted, looking around the room. There was a whirl of movement around me as they worked on getting the cables and drips back into my arms. My eyes scanned the small crowd and landed on a set of blood red eyes. I tried to get up, but the doctors pushed me back down. "No! No Gil!" I screamed, trying to get to him. He rushed over once the doctors left and hugged me tightly. He sobbed into my shoulder and I sobbed into his. He pulled back and kissed me roughly, our tears mixing. We broke for air and he hugged me tight. "Please don't do zhat again. Please Birdie. I vas so scared of losing jou." I hugged him back weakly. "How long was I gone?"

"Five months, one week, two days." I couldn't believe how long I was in the coma. "What happened to me?" I asked. "Ivan went to hit me vith his pipe. He vas aiming for my shoulder, but jou jumped in front of him. Since jou are shorter zhan me, he hit jou in zhe side of jour head." I could hear him struggle retelling what happened. "I zhought zhat jou vere dead. For five months I vas alone. I looked after jour country for jou zhough. I vouldn't let anysing happen to jou or jour country." Tears filled my eyes again. "T-thank you Gil." We hugged tighter. "Birdie?" Gilbert asked. "Yes Gil?" His voice came out shaky. "Promise me one sing." I nodded. "Don't leave me alone." I smiled. "Okay."

~Did you cry? I did and I'm the one writing! But anyway, Mattie lives! Also if anyone is confused, Ivan hit Mattie by accident! He went to hit Gil's shoulder to get him off of Alfred. If you have any questions just tell me.

Question time! When were you first introduced to Hetalia? And by who?

I was first introduced to Hetalia by my friend Cym (Pronounced 'Sam') a year ago. She has been with Hetalia longer than me and I know more than she does! Oh well.

Hope you enjoyed! Also, I couldn't update this last night because the power went out just as I hit the Publish button. Damn power outages.