Well this is the same story as before I was just doing some re-checking and re-fixing to make things flow out better.

Still read the story 'cuz its gppd (in my own opinion) also this is the first one I had ever done and it just make me happy going back through memory lane. I want you guys to do the same :)

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of hetalia AT ALL!

CHAPTER UNO

"ROMANO WATCH OUT!" was all I heard come out his mouth when I walked into the middle of the street. Suddenly I found myself tumbling to the ground, while I heard loud screeches coming from behind me. Seconds later there was screaming all around.

I could only kneel there on the ground, looking at the concrete as I people yelled 'call the hospital!' as if in a trance, staring only at the floor below me. Though, in this state, many others were asking to check if he was alright.

When I finally realized everything else that was happening, I saw a woman staring at me with a worried look on her face. "Are you alright? Can you stand up?" She asked, as I slowly looked up at her with a blank expression. I didn't answer her, not able to even if I wanted, as no sound would come out. I turned around to look back at what had happened shortly before and what I saw was disastrous.

Antonio laid there on the ground with a pool of blood surrounding him. There were bystanders watching as others tried to help us as much as they could. The man inside the vehicle from the incident got out and looked horrified, more for what would happen to him than any concern for the person he hit. He ran to other people as he tried to explain that it was an accident that he didn't mean to do it. I didn't really care for him, I just wanted to know if Antonio was alright; the body that nobody seemed to care about after the initial blow.

I got up and walked towards him while I heard the lady behind me calling. I ignored her, and slowly, I staggered closer, trying to rid the distance in between me and the Spaniard. As I slowly walked to him, my body shook fiercely and I fell to the ground, when I noticed my hands were in the pool of blood. I crawled even closer to the dying Spaniard and just sat there, staring at his limp body.

"A-Antonio?" I said, my voice shaking in fear. "C-can you h-hear me?" I sat in silence as I waited for a response, a movement, ANYTHING at all. I felt a warm liquid flowing down my face, as I waited for a signal that told me that he was still alive.

All the noise around me drifted to the back of my head, becoming inaudible, while my ears rang and my body shook. I don't know how much time had passed before the ambulance had finally gotten to the scene.

The streets began to fill with more people and more worried faces, the EMTs talked to each other while getting the stretcher out of the ambulance. One of the EMT came up to me and looked at me with empathy before extending out his hand to me.

I was mad at the fact that he seemed to act as if Antonio was already dead. I gave him a dirty look before slapping his hand away, getting up by myself. He looked at me with a puzzled expression as if trying to figure out why I denied his help.

'As if it isn't obvious, you idiot.'I thought, though to others it wasn't.

The EMT begun to put him on a stretcher and carried him into the ambulance as I slowly followed. I had no idea what to do, as the agitated peoples voices drifted away from my mind again, and I went off into my own thoughts.

"Sir, I need you to hold out your hand" one of the medics said while we were on our way to the hospital, taking me out of my thoughts. I looked around me to notice that there was more noise than I thought there was.

'Why am I so calm?'

'Why aren't I agitated like the rest of them?'

'But what could I do at this point?' These questions ran through my mind, as I tried to hold back the tears that were determined to come out at any minute.

I slowly put out my hand so she could check my pressure, as I looked at Antonio on the stretcher. He laid there with many tubes attached to his skin, and that beeping IV, that after a while started pissing me off. As soon as we got to the hospital, they rushed Antonio to the ER, while I had to stay behind for them to check me. It was standard procedure, since I'd been so close to the accident, so they checked me for a concussion, and rechecked my blood pressure.

Though I knew it had to be done, it all pissed me off. I just wanted to be with Antonio, and make sure he was alright.