Alcoholic Syrups (Discontinued)

-chappie five-

Germany's pov

What?!
Never meet nor talk to Canada again?!
That must be a joke!
He can't be serious right?
If I can't see Canada anymore then..then..
"I.."
"Yes?" Poland asked,looking at me expectingly.

"I'm sorry but I..I can't.." I lied.
I wasn't sorry.
Not a bit.
Why would I be sorry for not giving up on my first crush?!
What ever Poland wanted from me,I wouldn't give it to him if it means me to never see him again.

Poland clenched his fists tightly and was afraid to receive a hit for what I said.
"You don't understand,Niemcy.." Poland mumbled.
"He's dangerous..it's a trap."
I flinched at that.
What if it was true?
What if Canada truly didn't even like me?
What if he planned to abuse me for some sort of world war 3..?

No! I shan't let this made up stuff get to me!
Canada was a great person.
There was no way of him abusing me!
"Stop lying! I don't know what you want from me nor Canada but I won't keep distance to him!"
Poland sighed seemingly upset with my decision.
Without saying a single word he stood up and opened my window,spreading his wings and flying off.

I watched as his silhouette disappeared on the still dark sky and got up to close the window again.
What was all that about??
Well- I should try to get a little more sleep before I'll have to get up since I had a lot of paperwork to do.

The rest of the day was rather normal til I was preparing myself for returning to my slumber.
My phone suddenly rang.
I quickly picked it up in hope it was Canada.
..nope
It was Russia.
I answered the call anyway.

"Yes?"
After a few seconds I realized faint sobs from the other side of the call.
Was Russia crying?
No..it didn't sound like Russia.
America?
Russia then suddenly yelled into the phone.
"Come to Rosenberg Hospital now!!"
Rosenberg Hospital?
I think that was close to Canada's house.
"Why? What happened?"
I asked,feeling awfully confused.
"It's Canada! He pa-"
I dropped my phone before he was able to end his sentence.
I quickly pulled my shoes and coat on not caring whether I was wearing actual clothing or just my pyjama.

Why Canada? What could've possibly happen?

I rushed out and called up a taxi yanking him to drive to Rosenberg Hospital as fast as possible.
After I tipped the driver I quickly ran into the Hospital.
"Where's Canada?!" I called out.
I then saw Russia running towards me.
He grasped my hand and yanked me with him.
I barely was able to keep up with him but that wasn't important in that moment.

We arrived at the waiting room where I saw America faintly sobbing,sitting on a stool.
"What happened? Where's Canada?"
I looked at America who was about to speak but Russia motioned him to leave it to him.
"Canada was found unconscious from oxygen deficiency. The doctors are trying to find out why he can't breathe
anymore.." Russia explained.
I gasped and held my mouth shut in shock.
He seemed so healthy everytime we talked.
He coughed now and then but that's normal right?

America then got up and approached me.
Surprisingly he pulled me into a tight hug,Russia joining it.
After a few seconds I felt how my heart starting to arch badly.
What happened to him..?
Did Poland have something to do with this?

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