Forgive Me ~Hetalia~

Chapter 9

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

"Do you know who you are?" England asked, his voice fearful.
"No" America said, his voice childlike, innocent. At that moment England lost what little hope he had left. Had America forgotten everything? Just then two young nurses walked by, talking about something very peculiar.
"I have no idea what it was, it was like he was half-man half-woman. He had both sets of genitals, yet you would think he was a guy by just looking at him. Weird" the nurses continued their chat, giggling down the hallway.
"Well, you are America, the personification of the United States of America. Your human name is Alfred. Do you understand?" The Englishman asked, his voice gentle and caring. America nodded.
"Who are you then?" He asked.
"I am England. The personification of Great Britain, my human name is Arthur" England pointed to France and Canada. "The one with the glasses is Canada, or Matthew. And the other one is France, or Francis. Understand?"
"I think so" he said, his face brightening up with a smile.

An hour or so later a nurse told England that America could go home if he had supervision, he had forgotten everything and would need to be taught from scratch, although he still had his basic motor skills. England took the job of caring for America, they said their goodbyes to France and Canada and left for Americas house. Soon enough they arrived and England took Americas hand and led him to the kitchen for something to eat.
"Would you like a burger? I know you like them" England asked, leading America into a chair. America gazed around the room, confused and impressed by the strange objects that he had never seen before.
"I don't know what a burger is" he sounded like a child that had been scolded for doing something bad, like he was ashamed he didn't know what England was talking about. England put a burger in the oven, it was one from a box and it had instructions so it was easy enough to make. When it was done he placed it on a plate and put it in front of America, a knife and fork by it's side. America gave England a confused look and stabbed the burger with the fork, chewing off a small piece and choking on it. England ran to his side and hit the Americans back until the small piece flew out his mouth. America started to cry, silent sobs escaped his mouth and England hugged him.
"It's okay America, your not used to this, we'll start on something easier" England cut off the hug when America stopped sobbing and opened the fridge, finding some milk and pouring it into a glass.
"Try this" England held the glass for America as he drank the white substance with ease.
"Yay!" America exclaimed when he had finished the drink, the glass empty. He yawned and England smiled slightly, it was just like when he was a young colony.
"Can I sleep?" America asked. England nodded and took America upstairs to his bedroom. America laid down on the bed and wrapped the sheets around him, smiling.
"I'm going to the guest room, it's just down the hall. If you need anything just call me, okay?" England said as he left the room. America wriggled around in the sheets until he got comfortable, sleep soon followed.

England laid on the bed, arms outstretched. He couldn't sleep all that well, the clock ticks that marked every second that passed kept him awake. He thought about America, what he had done to him in the past, he was a bad big brother, he knew that. He was never there for America, then one day he came to visit and the little tyke had grown up! He was taller than England, and a hell of a lot stronger too! A ghost of a smile appeared on England's face as he remembered the good times when America was a small colony, england would read to him every night, he could still remember some of the stories he would tell, mostly about magic beings: fairies and the like. It was with this memory that England embraced the tears, happy tears of course. And with that he fell asleep.

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