{Okay, this is a side story for Hetalia Next Countries. If you haven't read Hetalia Next Countries yet, pleased do to understand this character's story. If you have read Hetalia Next Countries then I want to tell you that this isn't the second part of the story. It is a side story I wrote for Britain/England"s daughter. I will be making more stories like this in the future, so please stay tuned.}
Elizabeth Kirkland walked across the streets of London humming a tune to herself. The sun had gone down for the day and nightfall covered the sky. Stars twinkled in the cool night and the streets lights lit the streets. It was all a peaceful quiet with only a dog or two barking in the distance every so often. The giant London clock tower exclaimed a loud ding that repeated nine times, indicating the time. It was late, and Elizabeth knew she would have to return home as quickly as she could before her father, Britain, worried. Elizabeth went out just for walk around the city. Now it was time to return home before it got too late. Lights from inside the homes of others shun through the windows and onto the sidewalk.
Elizabeth stopped as she came to a crosswalk and looked both ways before stepping out into the street. Once she saw no one coming on either sides, she then began to make her way across the street. She heard tires screeching in the distance and they were coming closer. Elizabeth looked up towards the directing of the screeching tires and saw a car speeding across the streets. Elizabeth froze in the middle of the street without understanding why and could on stare in surprise at the approaching car. A load beep filled the air as the car speed closer, telling Elizabeth to get out of the road. Everything happened so fast that the world seemed to go into slow-motion.
Elizabeth felt herself get pushed out of the way of the speeding car by someone. The tires screeched and Elizabeth heard a solid substance hit the hood of the car. The car then run into a lamppost, stopping in completely and glass shattered. People ran out of the homes, observing the accident and its victims. Elizabeth was breathing heavy and her eyes were wide with shock. Blood began to drip from her forehead and she shook violently. A man walked up to her and asked if she was alright. Elizabeth didn't respond at first, but she slowly began to nod. A few people checked the driver of the vehicle and said that he was okay. And a few other people were gathered around something laying in the middle of the street. Panic began to erupt from the crowed and a man told someone to call for an ambulance.
The man with Elizabeth asked is she could lie down.
"I-I think so," Elizabeth nodded. The man had her lay flat on her back on the side walk and held her down by her shoulders. Elizabeth shivered, still shocked about what happened. The man was gentle with her and never seemed to allow anyone panicking around her. Elizabeth began to calm down by the time the ambulance arrived.
The medics were everywhere at the scene. Three with the driver of the vehicle, one with Elizabeth, and another four gathered around whatever was laying in the street.
"You'll be alright, Miss," said the medic with Elizabeth as she wrapped a bandage around her forehead and put a warm blanket over her. "You're just a little surprised. Although I think it would be best if we took you to the hospital in case anything else goes wrong."
"Mr. David is alright too," said another medic as he approached Elizabeth's and indicated to the driver. "But I'm not so sure about the woman. We need to bring her to the hospital. It looks bad."
Woman? Is that what was laying motionless in the street?
"Well, you know what to do, Michel. Let's get her wrapped up and to the hospital, ASAP!" Elizabeth's medic told him as she stood up. She looked at Elizabeth.
"Can you walk?" Elizabeth nodded and the medic helped her into the front seat of the ambulance. The medics picked up the woman and lied her in the ambulance, and closed the doors. Sirens screamed into the night as the ambulance pulled away from the scene and towards the nearest hospital.
As the ambulance pulled up to the hospital's emergency entrance, other medics approached and helped unload the woman and bring her into the building as quickly as they could. A medic came and helped Elizabeth out of the car.
"Come with me, Miss. Let's take you to a room and make you comfortable." Elizabeth nodded as she followed him into another entrance into the building. Soon she was lying in a hospital bed with warm sheets covering her. She couldn't get the image out of her head. The whole remembrance scared her and she was thankful that she was still alive. But then her mind wondered towards the woman that saved her. Who was she? Was she going to live? Will she die? So many questions flooded her mind when suddenly the bedroom door opened.
"Elizabeth!" It was Britain and he practically ran up beside her and began stroking her head. "Are you alright? What happened?"
"I-"
"There was an accident and she was involved, but I think she going to be alright," the medic from earlier explained to him. Britain looked from him to Elizabeth and back to him.
"Thank you," Britain sighed with relief. "When can she be discharged?"
"As soon as we can get the okay from Doctor Thomas. He's busy with the woman who saved your daughter's life. I hope she's alright."
"There was a third person? Who is this woman?"
"No one knows yet. But her name from her drivers license says Victoria Peters," the medic told him with a shrug. Britain's face showed concerned, yet he tried to hide it.
"I see. Well, then. I too hope for her recovery."
"As do I. If you'll excuse me, I have to check up on other patients." He left, and Britain and Elizabeth were alone. Elizabeth noticed the look on her father's face.
"Is there something wrong, Daddy?"
"What? No. Not at all...Why do you ask?"
"When he told you the woman's name, you looked really worried. Do you know that woman from somewhere?" She asked him with a raised eyebrow. Britain didn't answer her at first, but then he shook his head.
"No, I'm alright, Princess. I'm just glad that you're well," he said, trying to smile. But Elizabeth could tell that he wasn't as confident as he sounded.
"I...I need some air," Britain said as he excused himself from her and left out the door.