Forgive Me ~Hetalia~

Chapter 17

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

It had been a week since America gave birth to the twins and he had not woken up. England tried everything he could to get him to wake up but it didn't work, eventually doctors had to be called, they said that America was in a coma, he had lost a lot of blood during the birth and because his body shape was not designed for childbirth he had struggled. The doctors visited every day, checking to see if he had made any improvements, they had set up a feeding tube and an oxygen machine. All the nations were aware of this, they needed to be since England, America and sometimes Canada didn't attend the meetings anymore. They didn't visit because they didn't want to see America so helpless, it was understandable, he was a world superpower and now he was being fed through a tube, it was a hard thing to adjust to.

"Really boys?" England said lovingly to the twins, Canada was going to take care of them for a while until America got better, England had lots of paperwork, for him and America and he had to look after him. Caring for Allen and Oliver was getting to be too much, he did enjoy having them around though, they deeply resembled America. They both had bright blue eyes and blonde hair, although Allen had a darker shade of blonde, it was a strange honey colour. Unfortunately neither were states or countries, so they would age normally, that fact upset England deeply, it upset Canada too, not to mention America would be hysterical when he woke up and found out. England had packed a bag with clothes and toys for them, he didn't want them to go, he really didn't. But it was for the best, he would visit as much as he could though, he wouldn't want to miss his nephews growing up. He picked them up and cradled them in his arms, rocking them gently. England walked over to Americas sleeping body, he smiled and there was a knock on the front door, it would be Canada, ready to pick the boys up. Holding back his tears he answered the door, Canada had a sad look on his face, he knew how hard it was for England, it was hard for him too.
"Hey England" he said in his naturally quiet voice.
"Hello Canada, how are you?" England asked politely, he was doing his best to be a gentleman despite the situation.
"I'm good, can't imagine how hard it's been for you though, eh?"
"Yes, it has been difficult" England carefully gave Canada the boys, kissing their heads gently "Allen and Oliver will be no trouble?"
"Oh no! It's the least I could do to help, they are family after all" Canada said whilst holding the boys close. The two nations said their goodbyes and parted ways, England back into the house and Canada going back to his car, putting the boys in baby seats before driving off back to his home country.

England sat in the livingroom and cried. Throughout this ordeal he hadn't cried once, he didn't need to, he had the boys. But, now they were gone and he had no-one, he was alone once more. The only person he had was upstairs in a coma, his little brother, his America. England got up shakily and went to Americas office to resume his paperwork, it was horribly decorated, the American flag was everywhere you looked, along with the words 'hero' and 'freedom'. Although England found that room oddly comforting now, he spent hours in there, sometimes not to do paperwork, just to sit and stare at the walls and imagine America as he used to be: loud, confident, awake. He missed it, the noise and the burgers and the utter nonsense he would spout. England would do anything to have all of that again, no matter how much it cost him he would do it if he could, he had looked for spells but there were none that would be suitable to the situation. He just wanted Alfred back, that was all he wanted.

The next day England got up early and left, he had to attend the world meeting that day, it was vital to his and Americas economy. He said his goodbyes to America, checking his temperature to see if he needed a blacker put over him, he didn't, it was warm today. He kept the front door unlocked for the doctors to get in, they usually came at about 11, it was 10:23 now, they would be long gone by the time England got home. He got in Americas car and drove to the meeting place, wishing, not for the first time, that America was right next to him.

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