Alice: I, uh, well.
Spain: She's to focused on listening to Lovi's tomato song!
Romano: Damnit! No on was supposed to know about that!
Alice: Meh, story, so yeah.
Spain: She says, I don't own Hetalia, and that the buono tomato song kicks butt!
Romano: You're a dead man…
Alice: But he's YOUR dead man!
Romano: Always finding ways to embarrass…..
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"Artie, dude, it's so fricken' cold!" Alfred bellowed as they got off the shuttle to the snow-covered mountains.
"Indeed, hand me my board will you?"
Alfred grabbed their snowboards, and the two incognito countries made their way up the stairs to catch a chair lift.
"Please remember that there are obstacles on the slopes, and take caution when departing from the top of our mountains. Thank you, and have a nice day!"
The speaker shut off as the first lift made it's way up the mountain. America slipped his gloved hand into England's, who blushed, but gripped back.
"I'm glad we can finally have a date in peace!" Alfred smiled at his boyfriend, and could see the blush that formed through his goggles. He loved it when Arthur blushed.
"Yes, well, I'm glad as well, that is-"
Alfred silenced him with a chaste kiss, one that warmed them both from head to toe.
"I love you…" Arthur whispered as he wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck. They continued to 'explore' each other's mouths until they reached the top, England snapping something about being in public. After a long day of boarding, Alfred decided to go to the bathroom; he told England he'd meet him at the bottom.
"Okay, but hurry! Mary Poppins is on ABC in half an hour!"
Oh how he loved this man…
As America exited the restroom, he snapped his board back on, ready to go meet Arthur at the bottom. He was halfway down when he noticed the bloodstain leading to a nearby tree. When he got to the tree, he wished it had been ketchup.
"England! Hey come on, are you okay?"
He un-clipped his board, which slipped off somewhere near Arthur's. He turned his lover over, and was terrified to find a bullet-wound in his abdomen, and a scary gash on his head.
"Shit, Arthur! Wake up!"
He put his hands on the bullet hole to try and stop the bleeding, it wasn't doing well.
"Please remain calm, we are on our way." A voice came from a speaker somewhere not far off. Arthur seemed to be coming to.
"What, where did he go?" He whispered.
"Who?"
"The man, he-Ow!" Arthur tried to sit up, but was hit with a wave of pain from his wounds.
"Hey, lie down! Is this the guy who shot you? I swear to God I'll-"
"Shh love, it's fine, just another psycho who thinks-ngh! some God told him to kill the UK."
Alfred growled,
"Sometimes I wish we didn't have to be countries."
Arthur seemed to be getting sleepy, but Alfred remembered that people with head injuries weren't supposed to sleep.
"Hey, stay awake okay?"
"I-I'm glad."
"About what? Arthur?"
They heard sirens somewhere near-by.
"We're countries… If, we weren't. Might not've, m-met.."
His eyes blinked, as if they were taking a last look around.
"Artie? Please, don't" Alfred was close to tears, the fear gripping him.
"Might not have met the love of my life."
Arthur sighed, glad to have gotten that off his chest. Alfred hugged him to his chest, trying to keep what was left of him there.
"England, I love you so much, please don't go to sleep."
England's hands went to Alfred's face, as his face kept a smile laced with pain. He brought their lips to a lock, and closed his eyes. Alfred felt the blood from Arthur's wound seeping into his gloves.
'That kiss felt like a good bye. Can countries die?'
Arthur fell back, asleep as the snowmobile reached them. Alfred was in hysterics.
"Please! Please! Help him! Oh God, please, don't let him die!"
The paramedic put Arthur on the gurney, and Alfred hopped on back.
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…..
The wait was horrible, Alfred remembered calling Arthur's boss, Canada, France, and England's brothers. Informing them was heart breaking, and even more so was having to retell what had happened. Alfred swore on his freedom that he would find that man one day, and get him put away forever. But now wasn't the time for that,
'Now I have to make sure England's okay.'
A nurse approached him, his attention quickly went to her, hoping for some good news.
"Arthur Kirkland?"
"Yes, I'm his boyfriend."
"Please come with me."
America followed the lady to the end of the hall, where he hoped to find a fussing Brit. To his dismay, his fussing brit was anything but. Arthur lay on the white bed, the sheets almost matching the color of his face. Alfred was relived to see his chest rising and falling.
"He sustained a lot of injuries, but he made it through, he must've had something to fight for." The nurse smiled at him.
"Yeah," Alfred let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
"So, when is he going to wake up?"
The nurse got a look in her eyes, as if she didn't want to answer.
"He's in a coma Mr. Jones."
A doctor stepped out from behind a curtain, but Alfred was too busy processing the information he had been given.
"You mean like, he, can't wake up?"
Alfred looked down at Arthur, trying not to imagine seeing those beautiful green eyes.
"I'm afraid so. He hit his head very hard, and the bullet to his abdomen didn't help the process. It's going to take time before he will be back on his feet. That is, if he can wake up."
"What do you mean, if he can?"
"Well, right now his mind is coping with the physical trauma by shutting off all his connections to his body. This saves him from feeling too much pain, but it also means he is going to have a hard time getting back to himself. We need to stimulate his brain of we are going to any luck with this at all."
Alfred looked at her.
"Stimulation?"
"He's going to need a lot of love Mr. Jones."
Alfred sat down in the plastic chair next to the bed.
"Well he's already got it."
He took the smaller hand into his, and for a moment he prayed.
"Please, Artie, wake up soon okay?"
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It was so dark when Arthur tried to look around. He didn't know where he was, but he felt that he shouldn't be there.
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
He heard something in the distance.
"Please, Artie, wake up soon okay?"
Wake up? Was he asleep? He didn't feel asleep.
"Wait, that's right! I was skiing with Alfred!"
The memories of being shot, and pushed into a tree came crawling back to him. He clutched his chest as a bit of pain rushed into him. He felt heavy, as though he couldn't move.
"Is this real?"
Arthur tried to stand up, but a voice caught him.
"You're in a coma."
Arthur's eyes drifted shut when he remembered something.
"At least I got to say goodbye."
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Alice: Well there's your beginning! I hope it looks good!
Alfred: Omg, just stawp, my poor heart.
Arthur: just a story, git. Just a story.
Francis: It needs more of a sexy essence to it…
Alice: Yes, well as always, I really appreciate reviews, and I think the more reviews I get, the faster this story will have more chapters!
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