Forgive Me ~Hetalia~

Chapter 20

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

England woke up in Russia's arms. In Americas house. Weird, when did he get here? England tried to move but was stopped by a shooting pain. He groaned loudly.
"England, are you okay, aru?" China asked from somewhere he couldn't see, who else was here right now? Russia looked down at him and gave him a small smile that seemed pretty genuine, he set England down on what felt like a bed, although England couldn't really tell because it hurt to move him neck. He must've been in the guest bedroom.
"You are okay now England, da?" Russia said, he walked out England's field of vision, then China appeared in front of him, holding a small bottle of blue liquid. China opened the bottle and spread some of the liquid on England's neck and chest, it was surprisingly warm and soothing. England sighed out of relief, the pain was slowly fading, he could move his neck a bit without it hurting.
"This will help with the pain, aru" China said, rubbing more of the liquid on various parts of England's body. While England's body started to get cold, and soon hot, he coils feel the pain leaving. While his body was repairing the two made small talk, mostly about America and Canada. China had recently visited the twins, they really did resemble America. After an hour or so England's body felt normal again so China and Russia left, wishing him well. They didn't bring up what France had done, they knew it would hurt England more than any physical wound. England was a proud person, and what France had done humiliated him.

England got up to check on America, the doctors had left a while ago and it was only those two in the house. It still hurt slightly when he walked, but that was probably to be expected. He slowly opened Americas door, happy to see the American again, he sat on the edge of his bed and held his hand gently. America squeezed back softly, he had been doing this for the past few days, that and mumbling. England couldn't hold back the tears now, they flooded through, his shoulders shook and he gripped America tighter, never wanting to let go in case America disappeared. America rubbed his thumb across England's hand and smiled slightly. It made England feel happier, knowing that America could at least do those simple things, they comforted England. England laid back on the bed next to America, careful not to disconnect any important equipment he was wired up to. He rested his head against Americas shoulder and held his hand still, although America had lost his grip, his hand went limp. After a few minutes England sighed and got up, leaving the house. He still had to fight France, he wasn't going to back down.

He met France at 6pm sharp, in a secluded park, there was no-one around. France was leaning against a tree, singing a French song quietly.
"Frog" England said bluntly, his green eyes shooting daggers. France looked up and smiled, walking towards England.
"Ready to go Angleterre?" The Frenchman said confidently. England nodded. Punches were thrown and England landed on the ground, stars in his eyes from the rather nasty hit to hi jaw, he kicked out at France and sent him to the ground. The two wrestled, punching, kicking and even resorting to hair pulling. England found France looming over him, a wicked grin on his face.
"Give up yet?" France said cockily, England growled and hit France in the nose, France leapt back, clutching his bleeding nose.
"Never to a frog like you!" England tried to strike him again but missed slightly, putting his balance off. The two continued to fight, throwing countless punches until both were tired out.
"I surrender Angleterre! I know the pain I have caused you...I can't cause anymore" France panted, leaving quickly, leaving England standing there confused, blood pouring out a cut above his left eye. He went back to Americas house, totally dazed and confused.

When England got back he was in desperate need of a shower, he was covered in mud and had cuts and blood on his arms and face. He went to Americas room to check on him, he hated leaving the American alone for long periods of time. When he opened the bedroom door the Brits face lit up. America had opened his eyes and was looking at him tiredly. America displayed a small smile and England walked closer, wrapping his arms around the younger nation.

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