Don't Go

I Don't Want To Forget You

Darkness was his new friend. It was all that he knew for so long now. He had seen it for days, or maybe months, or maybe years. Now, he had no idea whether he was in reality as throughout his time with darkness, he would fade in and out of reality, and it only confused him.

It was so warped. Everything was stretching and elongating in front of his eyes, different dark figures moving and echoing voices flooding his mind. Pain was never easing, relentless and persisting like a raging war in his head. His head was a battlefield and his thoughts were fighting.

All he wanted to do was open his eyes, to see the colours popping out in front of him again. But he had no strength left. He couldn't bring himself to do it, not even a little.

Everything was black or grey.

There was a blackout, and then he faded and everything went foggy. He was unable to move, his presence merely able to hold on, like hanging onto a thread.

He vaguely remembered battling a blond man, but that was about it. He was not sure at all how it went down. However, one thing he was sure of, was that it could not have ended well for him.

Something was killing him in his head, his skull feeling artificial and his brain feeling heavy.

Then, his eyes flew open, blue eyes staring at the white ceiling. Shifting his gaze, he could see again - he could see colours. Bright, bright colours flooding his vision - in fact, it was too bright. He had been trapped in complete darkness, and this... this change was too different.

Flinching, he jerked his head to the left, so that the ceiling light was not shining straight into his eyes. He winced, then froze as he looked to his side.

There was a redhead girl with a curl on the side of her head clinging onto the side of his bed, seemingly asleep next to him, but as he reached out to touch her, his hand went through her. She was not moving, fixed on his bed, lying blissfully next to him.

Everything seemed alright again.

A nurse entered the room, eyes filled with utter shock as she pointed at him. "You're awake!" She announced, and he craned his neck so that he could see her. "I can't believe you're awake! They thought you wouldn't make it!"

His heart was thudding painfully as he forced himself to point to his left where the girl was sleeping. "Who," he asked, voice soft and fragile, "who is that?"

The nurse gave him an odd look, seeing absolutely nothing next to him. "I don't see anything."

He looked back - there was someone there, for sure. "Is it a ghost?" He asked. "I can see someone there. A girl in a green dress... she... she's sleeping right next to me. She has reddish orange hair... and she looks so happy..."

"I don't know anyone like that," she replied, an eyebrow raised. "Don't you remember what happened?"

He shook his head, pain spreading up his spine as he did so, and he grimaced at this. "I remember... a battle... a man with long blond hair..."

"You were defeated," she explained gently. "You were forced to dissolve your empire, to give up who you were. It's a surprise you're even alive. You're known as Germany now. You were moved to a different country after the battle. This is your new home now - Germany. Your army was split up into many countries, including Austria, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Belgium, Netherlands, Poland, France and Italy. And of course, you've got Germany."

"Who did this to me?"

"France did," she replied a little hesitantly and he thought about it for a while, but he could not remember who France was. "I - I'll make him fear me." She nodded. "Does - does anyone know who I am?"