CountryHumans| One-shots|

"America has a personification?" pt.2

In a Hospital not far from the most secure prison in all of America, a group of countryhumans including Canada, Britain, France, Germany, Russia, China, and Japan were in the waiting room in various states of distress. Canada was curled up in the corner feeling a little bit of pain as they had to clean the wounds as they were untreated for a while. France was stroking his son's hair (Yes, they have hair because yes) but she didn't really know how he was feeling. Britain was standing nearby not sure what to do. He was always cold because of the way he was raised. Russia was sitting in a nearby chair with the other non-family countries as they didn't want to intrude on their moment.

A doctor who looked pretty young came out nervously and glanced around the room at the others gathered there. She had dishwater blond hair and a weird A-line half-shaved hairstyle. She had icy blue eyes with bags under them showing a lack of sleep.

"Are you guys here for Mr.America?" She said nervously.

"Yes" Said Canada immediately, standing up

"Well, um, theirs some good news... Mr.America is gonna survive b-" She was cut off by the by them sighing in relief. She gulped as she had to say the bad news.

"But?" Germany says

"But, he's gonna be in a coma for an unspecified amount of time," The doctor says nervously

"Thanks for telling us Doctor," Britain says checking the name tag "Bailey"

"Well, you should all be able to see him soon but right now they're only accepting family," Dr. Bailey says

"I'm his brother/mother/father," Said three voices at the same time and Dr.Bailey nods before letting them into the room. The others sigh and accept that they aren't gonna be let in for some time.

Canada is immediately at his brother's bedside. He looks at his brother and starts to cry. Now that he was cleaned up you can see the scars so much more clearly. He was wearing a clean hospital gown that made his skin seem lighter than it should and made him look even smaller. His hair was cut at random places that weren't because of the doctors. His eyes were covered with bandages as his eyes were pretty damaged. Canada grabbed his brother's bony hand gently crying. He was blaming himself for letting this happen to his brother even though he never could've prevented this.

France was crying as well. She was on her son's other side crying into his other hand. She was also blaming herself even though she too couldn't have prevented this. Britain was rubbing his wife's back gently as he cast sad eyes on his other son. He blamed himself because he never found America and could've prevented this despite the fact he really couldn't have.

Meanwhile, with the other counties, they were all sitting outside when suddenly a bunch of US officials entered the building. They all bounced up. They were most definitely looking for America.

Russia quickly opened the door. He startled the other country's that were in the room.

"We need to get him out of here. Now" Russia said hurriedly

China and Japan both team up to distract the guards while Germany followed Russia to get America out without any more damage.

Russia picks up the frail body of America. He seemed lighter than a paperweight and you could feel each one of his bones protruding roughly only covered by thin skin.

France opens the door before closing it quickly. She looks at them all and explains.

"They're just down the hallway. They're heading this way. Theirs no way we can get out." France says

"Bloody hell," Briain says looking around.

"No, I just got my brother back. They can't have him" Canada said before yeeting a nearby vase at the window shattering the glass.