Forgive Me ~Hetalia~

Chapter 24

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

England calmed down and made his way back to the meeting room, he was going to tell France he didn't care, he had pride. When he got to the meeting room he looked around to see America was missing, England quickly left the room to look for him, he was still shaky on his feet and might get into some trouble. England made his way to the front entrance and walked onto the street, he looked around for the American. He turned his head when he heard a scream. America was on the ground, crying out in pain, blood surrounding him. England ran over to him, pushing people out of the way.
"America!" He shouted, kneeling down next to him. America opened his eyes slowly and coughed weakly.
"England?" He whispered, he was shaking.
"Your going to be okay America. I promise. Why did you leave?" England pleaded, his voice broken.
"I thought you abandoned me...I hurt England" he said slowly, tears in his eyes.
"I would never do that, your my baby brother" an ambulance was heard in the distance, someone must have called the hospital. America was put on a stretcher and put in the back of the ambulance, England accompanied him.

America was taken to an operating theatre, England stayed in the waiting room for hours, wanting to see America. After a few hours a nurse came to take England to Americas room.
"We don't know if he will make it or not, he's lost a lot of blood but we did our best. You should go and see him, but you should be prepared for the worst" she said, her voice sad. Those words hit England like a bullet. America could die? That was supposed to be impossible! He was a nation, but there was a chance it could happen. England hoped that he would come back, as a young nation again. When England entered the room he was almost brought to tears, America was hooked up to machines again, although it was clear that these machines were for more serious cases. America was asleep, his normally tanned face had lost it's colour and his golden hair was sticking to his head, but Nantucket was still as stubborn as ever, defying gravity and sticking up.
"America" England whispered " I failed you...".

England stayed at Americas bedside for days. Canada came to visit a few times but couldn't stay for long, it was too much for him. Then, 12 days after the accident America woke up.
"America" England mumbled, his eyes widening.
"Hi..." America said quietly, sitting up with some difficulty. He groaned and smiled.
"Are you okay?" England asked.
"No, I hurt all over" America winced, he paused before speaking again.
"England. Why are you here? I thought you hated me"
"What? I don't hate you" England put a hand on Americas arm gently, America flinched away.
"All those things you said to me, that I was an idiot, why did you say them if you don't hate me"
"That was a long time ago, I was hurt because you left. I would never say that to you again" England said slowly, putting his hand on America again, this time the American did not move away. England wondered what had caused this sudden questioning, but he let it go for the time being. America needed to get better and answering those questions would not help. They stayed like this for a few hours, not talking, just holding each other. Then England said his goodbyes, sad for leaving but he needed to, he had work to do. He would come back soon.

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