I know that I haven't posted in like ages and I thought it was about time for me to post something. So here is that something.
Wake up England
How could he have been so stupid!
What was he thinking?
Surely he didn't know what he was doing… The nation of Wales racked his brain trying to find reasons for what he had just been told. Surely they were mistaken… right. They just had to be. He was in denial…none of this was making sense to him. Why would he do it? No they are wrong! They're all wrong… he wouldn't have… no he couldn't have left me… he wouldn't he promised.
"Brawd? Are you ok?" a rough gravelly voice broke him out of his thoughts… it was clear for the people around him that he had not taken the news lightly. But there was nothing anyone could do. "Leave me alone…please" the hurt in his voice was all too evident, this Wales hated… his emotions were his and his alone. He hated when others could see his lack of control.
"Wales please speak to us. He's our brother to" the gravelly voice tried but was pushed away again. "Scotland I said leave me alone! Is that too much to ask for!" there were tears rolling down his cheeks as he snapped at his brother. "You may be his brother but you are NOT his twin! You have no idea how I feel!" He was angry and rightly so, his twin was in hospital because he had done something he promised he wouldn't do.
Wales went to the hospital as soon as his anger had died down so that he could see his brother… but he soon wished he had never seen anything. His twin was lying hopelessly in the hospital bed with wires attached to his chest and arms.
The reason for his being there all too evident… Fresh tears fell from his eyes but were quickly wiped away. He didn't want his brother knowing he was crying.
His brother looked damaged… so hurt. Why hadn't Wales seen the signs? Why hadn't his brother reach out? Questions spun around his head as he tried to reason with his conscience. Only one thought remained locked in his mind.
His brother was here because of him.
Wales took the vacant seat next to the bed and placed his right hand over his brother's left, slowly stroking it as a sign of comfort. By now he had fully accepted the fact he was crying.
"England? Can you hear me?" he tried his best to control his emotions but seeing his brother so helpless broke him. "Brother? Please wake up" Wales begun to wipe his tears with his left hand. He believed in England. He believed that his brother would make it… that he would wake up.
Little did Wales know how far gone England truly was.