America and Canada arrived at the hospital quickly, and Canada was rushed to a room, leaving the scared American waiting in the waiting room. He held his head in his hands as he let his elbows rest on his knees. "Matt..," he whispered, then nearly jumped up at a hand on his shoulder. "A-ah!" he gasped, glancing up at France warily. "Oh.. just you..," he breathed, leaning back against the chair wistfully, his eyes tired. France looked similar to him.
"Alfred.. Where.. where is Matthieu..?" he asked, scared to ask. Scared to know the answer. Alfred simply pointed up, which the Frenchman guessed meant in a room. Alfred glanced up again, mouthing where's Prussia? France tilted his head sideways twice, and America looked over. Gil had his head in his hands and his body was trembling. France moved away from America and sat next to the Prussian, wrapping his arms around him. Gil accepted it and leaned into the the Frenchman quietly.
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England sat in the meeting room again with a few others, the ones who had enough free time to wait for a call about Canada. These consisted of him, Germany, Italy, and Japan. England sat quietly, glancing at his hands which were held in his lap. He was shaking lightly but tried not to show it. Italy was clinging to Germany, and the tough German was hugging him back silently as the Italian buried his worried face in the German's jacket. Japan just sat there quietly, fiddling with his hands. England, was the most worried of these four though.
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"Excuse me, sir?"
A young female voice shook America from his sleep and he glanced up. Where am I..? he thought warily, then everything came back to him and he shot up, adjusting Texas a bit. "Yes?" he asked worriedly.
"Are you Alfred F. Jones?" she asked. Alfred nodded. "Matthew Williams is your brother, correct?" she asked again, causing another nervous nod. Gil and France were now just awaking. "You may see your brother for no longer then 20 minutes, sir. He needs rest and the doctors still need to look after him. He's very sick," she informed him. Alfred shot out of his chair, grabbing France and Prussia. After he received the room, he dragged them to the elevator and punched in the floor. The shaking of the elevator and Alfred's explaining and pacing awoke them funny, and they took to a similar state. When the doors opened, Alfred ran out, rushing to the door and stopping, grabbing the know and slowly turning it. He opened the door and..
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Italy, Germany, and Japan had all fallen asleep by now. It was far past midnight, it had been hours. England remained awake though, his head resting on the table as he fought to stay awake. A sudden ringing interrupted him. The other three shot up while England darted for his phone, flipping the cover and pressing it to his ear. "Hello?" he asked quietly.
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When America saw his brother his knee's nearly buckled and he had to lean against the door frame for support. He finally made his way over, pulling wooden stool over and sitting on it, grabbing his brother's hand, gasping at how frail it was. Gil and France came rushing in soon after, Gil ran and went to his knees at the Canadians side, grabbing his other hand and burying his face in it. France stayed at the door frame, his skin pale and eyes wide as he leaned against the wall for support. They stayed like this for ten minutes, when a sudden beeping alerted them all. They looked up to the heart monitor, to see it slowing rapidly, causing Alfred's to speed up. He dropped his brother's hand and ran to the hall. "NURSE! DOCTOR! ANYBODY!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, sending a few doctors skidding down the hall, glaring at him. "My brother's heart is slowing down! Help!" he yelled. Their anger instantly melted and they came running, bursting in. One, a female grabbed a machine and wheeled it over, grabbing two shock generators in each hand, rubbing them together while the other looked at the screen warily. He nodded at the female and the other two males. The two males grabbed onto Gil and dragged a now kicking and screaming Prussian from the room. France didn't move, neither did America. Gil was out and just before the door was shut. America saw and heard the female yell, "Three, two, one, CLEAR!" As she put the shockers down and his brothers body went up, falling down again. At this, the door was shut, and America collapsed the the ground, sobbing. France and Gil looked like they were about to do the same, but they grabbed America's arms and legs, carrying him to the elevator and down it, out of the hospital and to the car. They drove towards the meeting place silently.
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"England..," came the faint whisper. England could hear sobbing, but it wasn't the one he was talking to.
"France..," he whispered, "Is..is he okay..?"
"He..he's getting worse," he answered, causing England to shake harder and pale. "We were visiting him and he was sleeping. His.. his heart monitor was slowing down and the doctors came. They shocked him-"
"SHUT UP!" came the yell of America and France groaned as something hit him.
"France..?"
"America hasn't stopped crying..," he whispered. "We're on our way..," he added, before hanging up.
The moment France hung up, England dropped his phone, his head falling into his arms on the table. He sat like that for a few moments before looking up sadly. "Bloody hell.." he whispered.
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Gil and France dragged America into the meeting room, who was still sobbing. Registering where they were though, America threw himself into a startled England's arms, burying his face into the Englishman's chest, even though he was taller then him. England hugged him back, whispering soothing things, trying to comfort America and himself. Trembling, he felt tears fall from his eyes too, and he couldn't stop them. He buried his face into the American's hair and began to cry softly.
Prussia glanced around silently as America ran off, and nearly jumped when he felt arms around him. "West..," he whispered, seeing his brother's jacket on the arms hugging him. "Fuck, West. Why won't he get better?" he cried out, beginning to cry as well, grabbing on his little brothers jacket as he cried. Germany felt a pang in his chest.
"He'll be fine, East.. Canada's strong..," he whispered, clutching his brother tighter.
France stood their alone, then heard a frail, cute voice ringing out to him. "Francy-Pants!" wailed the little Italian, drawing a weak, sad smile from the Frenchman as he was knocked against the wall by the Italian, who was hugging him tightly and wailing, tears sliding down his pale face. "Canada will be okay, ve~? Right..?" he whispered. France buried his face into the Italian's hair, feeling another set of arms around him. Japan.
"I hope..," he whispered. "I hope.."