The room was quiet and the air was thick with grief. As the monitor beeped steadily America, England, Canada and Germany look towards their friend with vary degrees of concern and sadness. Surrounding the hospital bed were dozens of blue, white and red roses- France's favorite flower.
For hours France's condition was unstable. His skin lacked color and his breathing was labored, but now he was better. And no one was surprised. They knew France would make it. They knew he was strong. Now, France lay resting; recovering after the tragic attack that befell his people.
Throughout the day a great number of countries had come by to show their support and offer their prayers. Now only a few countries lingered.
Canada, who had been teary eyed his whole visit, began to sob softly. England placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"It's alright Canada," England said. "He'll get through this just fine. We all will."
"It's not alright!" America said angrily, standing up from his seat at the side of France's bed with clenched fists. "None of this is. How could anyone do something like this?"
"America, calm down," Germany said firmly. America looked over to the German. He had his arms crossed and his gaze was fixed on the hospital bed. While Germany maintained his usual stoic demeanor, America was able to note the sadness in his eyes.
"The attack was meant to instill fear and panic. Hatred and anger will not help us fight this threat. Besides... Now is a time for support and compassion for the victims."
"Germany's right," England said, still comforting Canada. "Come now. We should all head home. It's been quite a stressful day."
Everyone nodded in agreement and began to exit the room. England, who was the last one out, turned the light off and closed the door gently behind him.
When the City of Lights goes dark, the rest of the world lights up for her.