The Voice In My Head ~UsUk~

Chapter 6

I don't own Hetalia, if I did there would be so many couples it would be unbelievable!

{England's POV}

I woke up in my room. Strange, I can't remember leaving the meeting. I crawled out of the bedcovers and walked downstairs. I smelled pancakes. When I went to the kitchen I was met with 3 happy faces: America, France and...Canada, yes Canada.
"England! Dude!" America jumped out of the chair he was sitting in and hugged me.
"America, that is incredibly painful, you don't know your own strength" I managed to say, I think he was crushing my lungs.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" He let me go instantly and retreated to his chair.
"You are awake Angleterre" France chirped "are you feeling well?" I had the urge to insult him but decided against it, he was nice enough to come to my house and ask how I was.
"Yes, France. I'm feeling...okay, I suppose" I gave a small fake smile. I wasn't feeling well, I was scared and hurt. Thankfully he didn't see past my lie and he gave a smile in return. Canada just smiled and whispered something I couldn't quite make out.
"Can you repeat that Canada?" I asked politely.
"I said: I'm glad that your feeling okay, you scared us all at the meeting" his voice was a whisper but I could just hear him. He smiled uncertainty.
"Well, I didn't sleep much last night. I had lots of paperwork and it had to be done. I just had a little nightmare was all, I suppose it was from the stress"
I lied smoothly, I refused to tell any of them the truth, I didn't understand it so I wouldn't tell anyone.
"Okay Angleterre. We shall leave you be" France seemed to glide out of the kitchen, followed by Canada.
"Hey, Mattie can you go to the hotel and get my stuff? They won't let me back in so I'm staying here" America shouted from his chair. Mattie ran back into view and nodded, then left again. I heard the door slam shut.
"So England. Why did you not want me to hug you, I hugged you softly, not like I normally would" oh. What could I say? I couldn't tell him about the marks and the bruise that I'm sure had appeared. He would want to see them and he would see my tattoo and want to know why I had the marks.
"Well...I had just woken up, so, I was fragile. I'm fine now" I gave him a small, unsure smile and he returned the gesture.
"Oh. Okay dude. I'll just hug ya now then!" He said, his voice full of joy. He wrapped me in a tight hug and I did my best not to cry out in pain. I must've not done a good enough job at that as when America had finished hugging me he said
"Okay. Why did you tense up? It's just me, hugged you plenty of times and you've never done that before. At least I can't remember you doing it" he looked suspicious, strange, I didn't think America could look suspicious.
"I've just got a bit of a sore neck. I must have slept in a strange position" that wasn't a lie, my neck did hurt.
"Okay, I'll make it all better. Don't you worry England. I'm the hero!" Again with the self proclaimed hero nonsense. He went behind me and started rubbing my neck, it did make me feel better. That was until he pulled my t-shirt down towards my collar bone and he saw the mark on my shoulder.
"England. What's this" he touched the mark harshly, making me cry out in pain.
"I-It's nothing, don't worry" I wanted to avoid this at all costs. Why did he have to notice? America came back around to face me and put my head in his hands. I gulped loudly.
"I want to worry about it, England. I care about you so I won't let you lie to me" a wide smile spread across his face.
"Okay?" I was not sure about this at all. Not at all.
"Let me see this mark, don't hide it. I want to help, you did so much for me when I was little I want to repay the favour" his eyes were staring into mine, he really did want to help. It seemed like a strange thing, he never really seemed to care before. Why does he suddenly care now.
"Oh-Okay, America. You can...you can help me"