He is America (Hetalia fanfic)

Chapter Seven: The Face of Terror

French translation

mademoiselle- miss

Japanese Translation

Arigato- thank you

Afghanistan's name

Asadi- one strong like a lion

Abdul- in most names is used in reference to a "slave" or "servant" Most of the time they are a servant to Allah, the God they worship. Basically, he is a strong servant. I wanted the name to portray the emptiness and obedience in Asadi's eyes while also making him have a sense of power. Like he was a puppet being controlled and his master is giving him the inhumane strength to carry his deeds.

PLEASE READ- Note that this is NOT how I view the religion, but how I portray the antagonist. There is NO correlation between the two, everyone writes Afghanistan differently. Some make him (or her) sympathetic and sorry, others make him (or her) heartless and cold. In this story, I write Afghanistan as a dangerous and psychotic male. My own personal beliefs typically stay out of my writing.

Thank you!

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When they had gotten back to the hospital, they were immediately let into the high-class wing. They had a guard there, wearing a bulletproof vest with a gun and taser in his belt. The countries smiled at that, it meant they were doing everything they could to keep America safe. Lulu was at the counter documenting his condition on a chart when she saw them return. She smiled happily and nodded.

    "He's asleep now, and his friend fell asleep next to him. His temperature was running a bit high before so I gave him a low dose of medicine for it, it's slowly going back to normal. His stomach didn't respond too well to some of the liquid though. I'm afraid the hot liquids such as the broth and hot lemon water upset it, so he can only consume cold liquids like italian ice, jello, ice pops, and ice chips. We can try giving him some ice tea or cold brew tomorrow, just to get a gist of how it will react to caffeine and sugar" Lulu then frowned as she looked toward America's room.

    "Miss. Lulu? Are you alright?" Finland asked, the others also getting concerned. She kept looking towards the room, then looked back at the nations. She had a look of sadness and confusion, and they were off put by the sudden change in behavior from the hyper nurse.

    "My brother was in one of the towers when they fell, my mother called me and told me that some recovery workers found his body under a large piece of granite. His lungs had been completely crushed and his neck was snapped in two. I can only imagine how frightened he must have been, how much pain he must have endured before he died" she began to tear and Francis offered her a tissue.

"Don't cry mademoiselle, 'ere" he said handing it to her and she quickly wiped her tears away.

"Alfred is a really strong man, I would never be able to live knowing my people had suffered such a grave loss. It must be so hard being a nation, constantly having to see the pain of others. Not being able to completely die when life gets rough, and having to suffer because you're cursed to do it forever. I used to envy immortal beings, probably stemming from my fear of the unknown and fear of death. But seeing Alfred made me realize that dying is a way better option then constantly leaving the people you love and being alone. I mean, can you guys even fall in love? Can you guys be happy?" the nations were in complete disbelief. This human girl spoke with more wisdom than some of the other nations! They all looked at each other before Arthur stepped forward.

"You're too wise for your age Lulu. It is a shame that you aren't immortal. But we nations have always faced problems, some more than others. I can't say that I've ever really fallen for anyone, but many nations have had their fair share of forbidden romance. We can fall in love yes, but we try not to. It only hurts us in the end when we realize the person we fell in love with will leave their mortal life behind" Arthur then looked at France and sighed.