again I don't own hetalia, please enjoy
My little fish
Chapter 2
His mind spun and his eyesight blurred as he layed there, slowly bleeding out. It couldn't end like this, he had so much more to do. Who else would look after Wellesley and the micronations, cooking their food and keeping them safe from the dangers around them.
And Victoria.
He hadn't even managed to talk to her yet, his courage evading him every time he got close, resigning himself to watching her from behind the rocks.
It was here that he was sure he would die, hidden from view.
Distracted waiting for her to arrive, his usually sharp instincts down, the crocodile attacked him, tearing at his skin.
He had managed to wriggle into a cave like crevice in the rocks, the croc unable to get to him but trapping him in that spot.
He had of course been bitten by crocodiles before, several times in fact, when his concentration withered in the shows he put on for his family.
This was different though, something was wrong with that crocodile, it had a mad it's eyes, like that of a demon.
Liquid lapped around him. He had no idea how much of it was his blood or how much was the saltwater that ocasionally came up to the rocks that he clung to.
A tear ran down his face as he struggled to keep consiousness, his breathing rapid and his heart pounding.
When he was growing up he was always prone to odd scratches, fractured bones and concussion. Arthur groaned constantly at his clumsiness, and even in his new home there were dangers, more in fact.
He was used to pain. Not just physical, but that pain that seeing Victoria's smile, the one that stayed with him until he drifted into sleep.
He would do anything to see her smile once more, to maybe hear her say his name, maybe he could die happy?
No! He couldn't die! The others needed him, he couldn't think like that, not now.
How long he stayed tucked between those rocks he had no clue, but the sun had slowly started setting, and sleep filled thoughts invaded his mind.
Sleep, he can't, he mustn't, if he did, would he wake up? And what would he see if he did?
But he couldn't stay consious for much longer. His eyelids felt heavy, drowsiness took over and he fell into A slumber.