Remember Me: A Hetalia Fanfic

Chapter 10

I added a pic that you fellow Hetalians might enjoy. This might be a fluffy chapter as well ;)

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England (Arthur Kirkland)'s POV

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I had a weird combination of emotions in my stomach as I rushed over to the Italian's house. Fear, sadness, and the feeling that I was forgetting something filled my mind. It was quite... nerve racking.

I finally pulled into the Italian driveway, grabbed my big and worn brown spell book of wonders, locked my car, and raced to the front door of the house.

I knocked frantically on the door.

A familiar Spaniard opened it for me.

"Hello, England," Spain greeted me.

"There's no time to talk," I replied as I rushed through the door, unable to spot Romano, "Where is he?"

"Upstairs in the room," Spain told me.

I ran to the second floor, spell book in hand, and barged the door opened to reveal Romano. He seemed to be writing with his right hand in a journal or something...

Romano looked up, and once he noticed me, he hid the thing in his hand under his blanket.

"Hey, you-a tea bastardo, did anyone ever tell you to knock?"

I glared at him as I walked over to his bed.

"You know, I could kill you right now by just the flick of my pinky finger, so it would be in your best interest to shut up," I warned him.

He swallowed.

"Whatever..."

"Kids these days," I muttered, "Now... Where's the spot?"

He held up his left hand, which had become fully transparent.

In fact, his whole left arm was pretty much see-through, and was now spreading, on the works of turning his entire small body transparent.

"It's getting worse," he informed me.

"When did this start?"

"I noticed it about an hour ago."

I flipped through my spell book, and searched for one of the strongest healing spells there was.

About halfway through my large book of spells, I had found the spell.

Out of habit, I read the "warning" section.

"Warning," I muttered aloud, "Do not use if subject had been experiencing severe liver problems at birth, extremely high intoxication due to alcohol, combustion, disintegration-"

I stopped, and skimmed the side effects due to the warning things, "If you use when any of these apply to the subject, the subject will experience a long, painful death."

I glanced over at Romano, whose face was pale, as if he had just seen a ghost.

"Okay, so forget that spell," I agreed, "I should have another one here somewhere..."

I flipped through the spell book as Spain came in.

"Any luck?" he asked.

"Hold on, I'm working on it," I replied.

I flipped through my entire spellbook, and none of the spells seemed to fit the needs of the dying country.

There was only one last route, but that meant death to another one of the countries...