He's a mess. [[RusAme - Countryhumans.]]

Chapter 7 ~ Am I alive?

•America's POV•

"Hello? Anyone?" I yelled out. I was in that damn room again.

"..Son.. You didn't listen." A voice yelled.

Father..

"Dad? Listen about what?!.." I was confused.

"You needed to take those pills. You didn't. Look where you are now." Britain, America's father, explained.

"I.. Didn't know." I sighed. The room still smelt weird..

"Your mother's worried, chap. You're worrying her, sick." Britain crossed his arms.

"I'm confused.. What? How do you know?" I asked. I was confused.. Deeply confused..

Britain laughed. "I can see it all happen. How? You may ask.. I am with you. Don't forget that."

"Wait-" I couldn't finish. He'd vanished.

"HE'S BREATHING, HE'S BREATHING, REMOVE THE DEATH DATE, WE HAVE A MIRACLE SURVIVER FROM A HEART ATTACK!" I could hear what appeared to be a woman yelling.. Where even am I?

I opened my eyes to see people cheering.

'What's doing on?' I thought, as I tried to sit up. I couldn't move. I was in agony.

"SOMEONE SIT HIM UP." I then heard a man yell, as a few people pulled up the back of what seemed to be the hospital bed.. Wait..

Am I in a hospital?

I got sat up, and I tried to adjust to my surroundings. Every inch of my body hurt. God damn.

"..W-whats.. Going.. O-on?.." I managed to mumble. Every word hurt.

"Sir, please, stay calm. I will explain everything when everyone leaves." ..I've heard that voice before..

I heard more voices, then all of a sudden silence.

I had adjusted to the light, and it was me and.. The same doctor who had given me the pills earlier.. Weird.

He sat in a chair beside the bed, holding a clipboard.

"This.. Is a miracle. It is very rare for someone to survive a heart attack." He explained.

..I had a heart attack?!.. Damn..

"..A.. H-heart attack..?" I again mumbled out. It took so much effort..

"Yes sir. I had advised you before to take the pills-" I cut him off. I needed to know why I was in so much pain..

"W-why.. Am I.. I-in so much.. F-fucking.. Pain.." I muttered, once again. Jesus Christ, I might as well shut up.

"It's due to blood pressure/levels. You need to relax, sir." He said, standing up and leaving.

"..Fuck.." I muttered again. I had a headache, my face hurt, my chest was killing me, every breath hurt; my legs felt numb and I could barely move. Kill me now. God.

•Russia's POV•

"What're we gonna do now.. He's.. Gone pa.." I felt tears prick at my eyes, while I was sitting on my couch. My father sat beside me.

Ukraine was listening for awhile at the top of the stairs, before sighing, and walking into her room.

Same with Belarus.

"Everyone looses someone eventually. You didn't.. Have a relationship with that boy, did you?" USSR questioned me.

"..Look, dad.. I.. I like him.. But, after all of this.. He wouldn't want to see my damn face again.." I stuttered through tears.