Sorry for the wait, I have had, what I like to call. EXTREME MARCHING BAND.
yeah. no joke. But I've also been really busy with school and homework so yeah. Sorry this took so long, and hearing nothing from me on the first chapter. I just wanted to get my idea out there before someone else started writing a fic about this...
I was inspired by two fics on this site, One being What the Mind Forgets a Hetalia fic about Canada losing his memory after getting hit by a car. It's written by VioletzeEcoFreak and I recommend you read it!
The other fic, is actually a Naruto Fanfic. All That Binds Us written by Cadel, is where more of the actual plot...thing...idea i had, came from. So if you are into Naruto as well as Hetalia, i recommend reading it as well.
As I woke up all I could think was that I should be in a lot more pain. After being hit by a car, I would have thought that I would be hurt all over, definitely a few broken bones. But all I had was a really bad headache.
I began to shift in the bed I was on. I assumed this was a hospital bed. It certainly wasn't comfortable enough to be a real bed. Jesus, am I laying on a stone tablet? I mean, aren't hospitals supposed to be comforting? A place where you can relax and get better comfortably? Wait. Why the hell am I questioning this? Focus, Haylee. Focus. Right.
I started looking around the room more, noticing a man in a white coat standing at the foot of my bed observing me. How long has he been there? I need to pay more attention to my surroundings. Speaking of paying attention, the man started to speak, so I forced my muddled brain to focus more.
"Hello I'm Dr. Johnson." he introduced himself smiling. "There was a little incident that left you unconscious for about a week. But I'm glad to see you've finally woken up." An incident? Not an accident? I'm pretty sure a car crash wasn't defined as 'a little incident.' But instead of calling him out on it, I had a sudden worry for my parents. Were they ok? Had they been put in here too?
"_." I tried to speak, but my throat must have been sore from disuse. After clearing my throat I tried again. "Can I see my parents?" My voice was really scratchy. Ugh. I sounded like I had swallowed sand paper.
"They're actually waiting outside while I did your daily evaluation of health. I'll tell them you're awake." He then left the room, closing the door behind him. Still a little groggy, I decided to rest my eyes. I wasn't tired, but those fluorescent lights were really killing my eyes. They made my headache about ten times worse.
Suddenly I heard muffled shouting and scuffling outside through the door. It went silent or a moment where I assumed the doctor was explaining things to my parents. I needed a few things explained to myself actually. If my parents were in the car with me, how were they well enough to be waiting outside? Was it because I took the brunt of the damage from the other car? Then shouldn't I be worse off? Maybe even dead? This makes no sense.
I heard the door open and close, followed by hurried footsteps towards my bedside. Excited and still a little worried I turned towards the noise of two people sitting down and opened my eyes. I couldn't see that well for a second, my eyesight blurry, but when my eyes adjusted the sight I saw was a little shocking. These weren't my parents.
"Oh thank goodness you're ok!" Whispered one of the men, he had a very distinct British accent. His hair was blond and it was messy. His eyes were really green. Maybe a forest green? No. Maybe emerald? But despite his stunning eyes, what really took the cake were his eyebrows. They were huge, fuzzy, and furrowed in concern. While staring at the large-browed man, the other man with him spoke up.
"I told you she would be fine." the man said, assuring the other man in a heavy French accent. His eyes were really blue, like wow. His nose was a little big, yet it didn't look that bad, it sort of… fit him? His hair was also blonde, but his was very shiny, and looked as though it had been treated with the utmost care. His hair was long, almost down to his shoulders giving him an almost feminine look that contrasted with the stubble on his face. But the feature that really caught my attention, like the other's eyebrows, was the fact that this man was gorgeous.
Not to say the other man was ugly, he was pretty hot too. But this man's general vibe was gorgeous.
They were staring at me now, probably because I had been staring at them for a long time. Oops. As much as I loved seeing hot men at my bedside, these weren't my parents. I frowned. They do seem familiar though…Wait. Thick eyebrows? Heavy French accent? Why are there Hetalia cosplayers next to me instead of my parents? Was this a joke? Glaring at them I said:
"Who the heck are you people?"
