(A/N): A two-shot, PruHun feels all the way to the end. I can't say anymore than the amount of angst rivals a Supernatural episode. Mentions of other pairings, such as GerIta, Spamano, and Franada :3 Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Not yet at least.
NO CHARACTER DEATH
She hadn't meant for this to happen. This isn't what she wanted. He deserved better than this. After all they had been through together, he couldn't just- die. Even after the country of Prussia had been dissolved he had remained through sheer willpower and quite a few miracles.
The steady humming of machines was the only sound to be heard in the sterile white hospital room. The only color was the bright yellow bird nested in his white hair. The heart monitor giving off a series of beeps every 20 minutes as it checked his blood pressure. The first time that this had happened, Elizabeta had been the only one in the room as Ludwig was calling Feliciano to let him know what had happened. She had naturally freaked out, fearing the worst at the loud droning beeps coming from the life support.
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(Several hours before)
Hearing the ruckus and scream from Room 1, the head doctor had run in to find a frantic Hungary. She soothed the poor nation, reassuring her that this was a normal occurrence and that it would happen regularly. Once Elizabeta knew he wasn't dying, her face had flushed scarlet.
"I'm sorry, I've never been in a- a," Elizabeta tried to find a word that would be better than "sick ward."
"A hospital dear? Don't worry; it scares a lot of people during their first time here. That beeping noise gives the family such a fright." the doctor said good naturedly, her aged face turning up into a warm smile. A faint scent of lavender delicately surrounded her, giving the doctor a comforting maternal air.
"I... Thank you, I don't know what's going on or if he's going to be okay," the Hungarians voice cracked, the threat of bursting into tears a very real one. Dr. Benson took her arm lightly and guided her into the chair facing the hospital bed, hushing the poor woman's sobs.
"There, there dear. It's all right now. He's receiving the best care in the world. It's up to him now when he wakes up." Dr. Benson said soothingly, pulling a seat up next to the Hungarian.
"But what can I do? Don't tell me I'm just expected to sit here doing nothing!" Elizabetas' voice rose, defiance lifting her chin, straightening her shoulders. Tears were still streaming down her cheeks though. "And it's all my fault," she whispered in a quieter tone, burying her face in her hands.
"No, not just sitting there. Talk to him, hold his hand, rub his shoulder. Play him his favorite music, sing to him, read him a book. Gilbert can still hear you. He just can't answer you quite yet. How is it your fault?"
Elizabeta lifted her head and wiped her tears off on the backs of her hands. She pulled her knees up to her chest and let out a long deep breath, then inhaled.
"You know that he used to be the personification of Prussia, right?" Dr. Benson nodded, pale gray eyes soft.
"Two days ago is the first time that he'd come by since Prussia was d-dissolved. He said something stupid and perverted, like usual, and I hit him with my-my frying pan like usual. Now he's in this hospital, not like usual." Tears were pouring down her face, but now that she had started telling the story there was no stopping now.
"I called an ambulance when I realized what I'd done but we had to wait. I had his head in my lap, his blood staining the apron of my dress. I can remember telling him "Sorry" over and over again. He- he was trying to say something to me but I couldn't understand him. He was choking on his own blood. I-I forgot that he's as fragile as a human now. I put him in the hospital and he might not ever wake up and it will be all my fault!" With her story told the dam broke and she sat there crying into the fabric of her skirt. Gilbird had flown across the room and was now settled in her hair, letting out a series of peeps.
After what felt like an hour of this, the sobs subsided. Hungary looked up, expecting a look of disgust maybe even hatred like she deserved. Instead her eyes met ones filled with compassion.
"Dear, you can't blame yourself. What's done is done. He wouldn't want you to blame yourself," she said, pointing at the still figure in the bed. "You did the right thing when you called the ambulance. Instead of concentrating on the mistakes of the past, or worrying about the future, embrace the love and light of today." Gilbird peeped enthusiastically at this, eliciting a smile from both women.
Elizabeta sat and thought over that. "What do you think? Is he going to be okay? And I want you to be honest with me," she said, turning her full attention on Dr. Benson.
"I think that he has one of the highest chances I've ever seen of getting better. He has so much to hold onto. A brother who's here almost every second of the day, friends who check in at least twice a day, a girlfriend who hasn't left his side-"
"Wait, girlfriend? I'm not dating that idiot!" Hungary protested, face red with embarrassment. Dr. Benson just smiled understandingly and patted her shoulder while handing her a tissue.
"You are, you just don't know it."
That's when Germany had walked in. Dr. Benson left, excusing herself to go do her rounds, but promised to drop in. Gilbird had fluttered around his head for awhile until settling back into Gilbert's hair, cooing softly. Feliciano had bounced in shortly afterwards, providing a much needed break in the awkward silence between the two nations.
"Oh, Ms. Hungary, I didn't know you were here!" Italy said, amber eyes wide as he took in her bedraggled appearance, red-rimmed eyes, missing apron, and the few bloodstains that had soaked through to the skirt. Her eyes had the beginnings of dark shadows under them and dark shadows inside them. He looked over at Ludwig, eyes widening even more to see that he wasn't much better.
The Italian walked over to Hungary and pulled her into a tight hug, clinging even tighter to his belief that hugs solved everything. She squeezed back, appreciating Feli's concern. He stepped back and turned his attention onto Germany. Before Ludwig could dodge the incoming Italy, Feli had him in a loving embrace. Feliciano squeezed him tight, trying to squeeze his love and support into his boyfriend. For once, the German didn't struggle against him or shove him away. Ludwig put his arms around Feli and held him.
The lovers stood like this until Germany remembered that they were not alone in the room. Blushing, he pulled away, expecting to see Hungary clicking away with her camera and holding a tissue to her nosebleed at the same time. What met his eyes instead hurt his heart to see.
Elizabeta was sitting in the chair she had pulled right next to his brothers' bed. She was holding his hand with both of hers and looking morosely at Gilbert's face.
"Italy, let's go get something to eat. Do you want us to bring you something back Liz?" he asked, stoic faced.
"N-no, I'm fine," she said quietly, looking up at the silence that greeted her answer. Feliciano opened his mouth to say something, but closed it when Ludwig squeezed his hand. The German nodded understandingly at Hungary and led Feli out of the room, the Italian waving enthusiastically at her as they left, babbling something about pasta and shoelaces.
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