3rd Pov:
Arthur -better known as England- was currently in the infirmary passed out, with a concussion... that may or may not be from a metal pipe. Arthur was laying in the cot with gauze and bandages wrapped around his head to stop the bleeding the happened during collision with great strength and a pipe... more specifically metal pipe the belongs to a curtain nation that likes to call it 'Magic Metal Pipe of Pain!'... Yes, Russia pipe.
~Flash back brought to you by my awareness of last time I went out side (P.s I don't remember, I don't even know what day it is)~
Alfred -or America- stood there, as stiff as a board, hands by his sides and head facing the window but his body towards Arthur. Americas breath was normal and he looked out the window he was facing. He just wanted to leave, he didn't really care about any analogies Arthur had for him -because he knew he didn't mean them. The room was silent. The only thing you sound hear was quiet breathing from all the other countries besides Arthur. His breath was short, shallow, uneven and heavy.
It stayed like that for a few moments, nobody new what to do, so nobody moved or made a sound. During the moments of silence, Arthur was starting to realize what he did. His eyes winded as he brought his hands to his face, covering his mouth as he looked at his former colony. Alfred slowly turned his head to be face-to-face with his once loved colonizer, the man he once called dad. But that was years before his revolution. An apparent forgotten time where a simple and young colony defeated the World Superpower at the time, and took the title for himself.
"A-Alfred, I-I-" Arthur was cut off by a wack in the back of his head, he fell to the ground with a thud.
Alfred looked up to see Ivan or Russia, you would think someone would have a reaction to this but Alfred didn't. Emotions erases from his face, and eyes dull. Again, no one knew what to do. Alfred sighed and just walked out the door. And Ivan following for some unknown reason.
~Flash back over brought to you by my hang nail, it hurts~
Alfred's Pov:
Was sitting in my car, about to drive home when the passenger door opened and Ivan go in, sitting in the seat and buckling.
"Your not gonna get out of my car, are ya?" I asked starting the engine to my car.
"нет*." (No*) he said.
"Okay then..." I sighed and started driving home.
'Well... it's gonna be hard to explain why there are so many kids at home.' I thought driving don the road, away from the World Meting and towards my beloved house that had all my children there.
There's still a red and burning hand mark on my face, and I swear... Ivan kept looking at it. I don't know why, and I don't really care at this moment... I just want to know why.
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Fatal Secrets
Fiksi PenggemarThe nations have problems. They hid it from the rest of world. So the ancents decide to change it, to help them. To fix broken relationships and bring attention to the ones who need it most. ~Fanfiction ~Hetalia ~Ships !WILL EDIT AT A LATTER TIME!
