Author's Note: So I decided to use this account to make a new story. Maybe this time my fandoms can be more organized. :D

So this is not my first time writing a Hetalia fic. Have fun figuring me out. :3

Ah yes, this is inspired by the song by Lena Park/Westlife/Celtic Woman/Josh Groban/etc. :D I love that song so much!

It is also inspired by 50 First Dates. You'll see why.

This little prologue takes place... In the future, or maybe you could say the present? Either way, our real beginning will be in the next chapter.

Everything will make sense soon enough~.

Read, and please review. I would love to know if I should change some things, add, etc.

Rated: T (For now.)

Pairing/s: USUK, perhaps others if requested.

Updated: Every three days. Expect the next update on September One, or perhaps earlier.

CHAPTER ONE: You Raise Me Up: When I am down...

I love him.

I could not let him go, I just could not.

As I raise a hand to my pounding chest, and I hear the beeping sounds of the monitor, I start to shed bitter tears.

I am in deep agony, for I feel that my heart is shattering into millions of pieces, which may never be the same if attempted to mend.

I can't let go of him. I love every beautiful part of him. I love the way he is.

I love the way his soft and tender hands gently caress a page of a book, and then flip it to read the next page. I love the way he flips out when I try to talk to him, and how cute he looks when he turns bright red.

I love the way he needs to be protected and cared for, yet I also love the way when he stands up for what is right.

I love the way his lips move when they speak my name, making my heart palpitate with an utter bliss I cannot describe. I love the way the wind moves his messy blond hair.

I love his shining emerald eyes, which glimmered more luminously than any jewel in the world.

I love how his chaste kisses make me feel warm, and joyful, as if that was the only thing I needed in the wide world.

I love him so much.

It is too excruciating to let him go.

I won't allow it!

I won't allow his idiot brothers to do this!

What is this...? This strength I am feeling now...

I should be able to get out of here.

My goal is accomplished soon enough when I break the monitor and shakily stand up on the cold white floor.

I am breathing hard, and I am feeling myself wobbling.

However, I must do this!

I push the door open, and sprint out of there. The hallways and staircases seem endless as I do, and the noises give the impression as they were part of my imagination.

I get to the door I wanted to get to: 737, and burst in with all the strength I have left.

"You? !" The redhead yells as he eyes me.

I smile at him.

"You fucking selfish asshole!" I shouted back. "Let him live for once, wouldn't you? Don't disconnect just yet! He will wake up from his coma!"

He seems to be faltering. He cannot speak to me.

I finally notice more tears running down my cheeks as I start to notice my surroundings a little better.

This is also a white room, but it is not ordinary like the rest.

This room has my Artie in it with his stupid brother.

My Artie is lying on the bed. He looks so beautiful like always, even in this weakened state. I walk toward them, and the redhead does not stop me.

I run my hand over his hair, feeling the familiar texture in between my fingers. I caress his face gently as best I can around the air mask.

I kiss his forehead and I whisper, "You will wake up from your coma. I promise, Artie. I will eat more of your cooking, and then I will tell you how horrible it is. T-Then y-you w-will be angry a-at me and I w-will kiss y-you to tease you e-even more."

I am starting to choke on my own sobs and words.

"You will finally- you will f-finally... Laugh! Y-Yes! We w-will t-then w-watch a m-movie, a-and I will this time I will not take you h-home... B-Because… Y-You be-belong with m-me. I-I ... I... I..."

I shudder violently as I finally break. I am now crying and hiccupping. I do not care who is watching...

I just...

"I-I love y-you, Artie! I love you! Wake up! Wake up! Beat that stupid coma! Wake up!" I start to scream.

"Hey, stop it!" The redhead screams, and I feel his cold hands trying to pull me away.

I ignore his pleads and his demands as he pulls me away. I have a goal in mind. I am not letting him go!

I am not letting them disconnect Artie before he wakes up!

He won't die like THAT!

"I-I love you!" I push the Scotsman away from me, and I go back to Artie forcefully.

"Just... wake... UP!"