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Germany's pov
Finally.
It finally was the day for Canada to return.
I was driven to the Rosenberg hospital by a taxi and was already about to rush off to see Canada but the driver reminded me of paying.
After a tipped the driver I rushed off but ones I entered the hospital I was walking averagely.
Nothing could ruin that day for me unless the doctor would tell me he wouldn't be allowed to leave for whatever reason.

I then reached Canada's room and took a couple of deep breaths while I slowly opened the door.
I looked around the corner but he was still asleep.
I looked at the time.
..12:58am
I guess I came earlier than I wanted to.
I sat down on the bed's edge and cupped his cherry red cheeks.

Even though he was in this hospital for a long time and should be smelling like it,he still had that sweet,syrupy scent.
I wondered if he'd taste like syrup if I'd lick him.
But I didn't do it of course.
If he woke up by it which would've been the case,he'd never want to talk to me again.

He flinched a little and mumbled something I couldn't not identify but it was cute in some way.
A pale hand stuck out of the blanket and grabbed the hand of mine.
"Germany..?"
"Yes it's me. Are you excited?"
"For what..?"
He was truly tired, I could hear.
"You're leaving this hospital today!"
"Oh yeah.."

I nuzzled the bigger male and stood up again.
I started emptying the night stand,putting everything that used to be placed on it into the big bag I brought.

Meanwhile Canada sat up and I helped him getting rid of all the tangled up 'wires'.
Just a few minutes later the doctor came and brought the little cart but an oxygen bottle attached to it.
"Thanks for the support,doctor!"
"I'm just doing my job. You're the support for paying the Bill's."
That was rather rude?
He then left the room without saying one more word.

For some reason Canada didn't look very pleased.
Did he even want to leave the hospital?
I thought he hated it there.
Just then I felt him tug on my shirt causing me to turn to look at the still embedded Canada.
"Will you still visit me when I'm home?"
"Of course I will! Why wouldn't I?"
He remained silent and looked out of the window.
Was he even actually feeling my presence?

Canada's pov

There I sat in this blank room I hated oh so much.
I felt like everything disappeared.
The surrounding,all the noises..even Germany just faded.
So it happened again.
I felt like an empty shell without soul nor emotions.
What was happening to me?

I then felt how it suddenly became more difficult to breathe.
Better say I wasn't forced to breathe anymore.
Did someone just take my breathing mask off?!
My panic ripped me away from my state of being emotionless.
I clung to the bed when I realized how Germany hab taken my breathing mask off and turned the BIPAP off.
How was I supposed to breathe now?

Just then he gave me some sort of minimalized breathing mask which I quickly grasped and stuck onto my nose.
I began scanning my surrounding noticing the room being empty again.
The minimalized breathing mask was connected to a oxygen bottle on a red little cart.
Was I ready to go?

Germany reached out to help me get up.
After weeks of laying I stumbled and fell into the German's warm embrace.
Germany took the cart and led me out of the hospital,the sun's bright light blinding me.
I spotted America in our car ,honking.
I waved to him while we approached.

Suddenly Germany's phone rang and he picked up while still pulling the cart after us with his other hand.
I know it's not nice to listen to someone's phone conversation but I couldn't help it.
"Deutsche Republik am Apparat?..Oh poland!..what..?..but I-..yeah America is here as well..but I can't just-!..fine give me fifteen minutes.."
While Germany was talking to god who knows who America got out of the car seemingly concerned.
Germany then hung up.
"I have to go,sorry! Please take care of Canada,America."
America nodded and took my cart while Germany rushed off to who knows where.
What did just happen?
Why did Germany have to go so suddenly?

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