Forgive Me ~Hetalia~

Chapter 8

•I don't own Hetalia, if I did I wouldn't be writing this.

America went home and found his gun lying on the livingroom floor, still in the pile of blood. Stupid Englishman didn't get rid of it. He picked it up, it was cold and sticky, the dried in blood lightly staining his hands. He pointed it at his stomach, pulling the trigger. He didn't want to shoot his head, he wanted to feel the pain before he died. America fell to the ground, gasping and struggling to breathe, blood seeping through his shirt, turning it black. It was over. He smiled. He didn't even see the person standing in the doorway.

England left the hospital and wandered around for a few hours before walking into a small pub to drown his sorrows, he would do it when he got back to England. End it. Any way he could. It didn't matter, America hated him and he couldn't live with that, knowing he had hurt his little brother so much. He was about to drink his first glass of whiskey when he heard someone call out to him.
"Angleterre!" It was France. Fuck. England plastered on a small smile as the Frenchman ran over to him.
"Angleterre it is Amérique! He...he is in the hospital!"
"I know that frog. He got out, went home" England took a small drink of the whiskey.
"Non! He is back in! Canada went to visit and persuade him to talk to you and he shot himself in the stomach!" Frances face was tear stained, a strange look on him, he didn't allow himself to look anything under perfect.
"What!" England yelled, causing some people to turn and stare. He got up and grabbed Frances arm, pulling him out of the building.
"Take me to the damn hospital now!" He growled. The Frenchman obliged, getting into a rental car and driving them to the hospital England had been at not 4 hours ago. They ran to reception and asked the desk girl where they could find the American, she gave them the room location and they hurried there, passing crying people at every turn, probably mourning, they both hoped that they would not follow that trend. They made it to Americas room, well, what would be his room if he was actually in there. Instead the two men found a distraught Canada, sitting in a chair and quietly sobbing. The Canadian looked up when he saw the other two enter the white room.
"H-He's in surgery...won't be out for a few hours" he whispered, wiping the tears out of his violet eyes. England sat next to him and put an arm around him for support.
"He'll be okay Matthew, I know he will" the Canadian nodded slowly, clearly unsure wether to believe those words. Matthew left the room saying he needed to use the bathroom but it was clear he was going to cry in private.
"What am I going to do France? It's my fault this happened...I caused this" England muttered, his hands covering his face.
"I do not know Angleterre. You clearly hurt him and I don't know if he can recover from that" France said, him being so brutally honest hurt England even more. Then England had an idea, probably not a good one but an idea nonetheless. A spell. That's what he could do: a memory erasing spell, just take away his memories of the past few months and he would be fine! America would be his little brother again. He would need to wait until America got back from surgery though...

About 2 hours later America was wheeled in on a bed, he was pale and sweating, his tan gone. England and France where in the room at the time, Canada left for another 'bathroom break'. England put his hands on Americas head and mumbled the spell, he had spent the last few hours working on it, what to say and when. He had it perfect.
"Angleterre, what are you doing?" France inquired, his face displaying a confused expression. When England had finished he took his hands off America and sighed inwardly, it took lots of his energy to preform a spell that big.
"A memory erasing spell, hopefully he won't remember the last few months and everything will be normal again" France nodded, he wanted things back to normal as soon as possible. Canada came back soon after and England explained what he had done.

A few days went by before America woke up, the three men were talking amongst themselves, checking on America every few minutes to check if he was still okay. His eyes opened and he groaned loudly, he sounded younger, more innocent, he also seemed to shrink back to his normal size. England jumped out of his seat and races to the Americans side, he as quickly followed by France and Canada.
"America! Are you okay?" England said, tears pricking his eyes.
"Who are you? Who's America?"

This was created by me and mlphetalialuv so I hoped you've enjoyed it so far! ^_^