Sorry if I confuse you guys with this chapter but the narration is temporarily being switched to Britain to clear up any future confusion you may have~
I knew the shot was coming, I could hear the mugger's gun click in preparation to shoot Germany. It almost seemed stupid for a man as mighty and tough as Germany to be killed in a mugging; he hadn't had anything to do with it until he caught the mugger grabbing a teenage girl, trying to snatch up her purse. Germany wouldn't have reacted so harshly if the girl hadn't have happened to look exactly like his girlfriend, and the mugger hadn't been aiming a gun straight at her forehead. When he caught sight of the innocent girl with a deadly weapon pointed straight for her brain, he snapped.
As I stood at the end of the street watching, I couldn't tell exactly what was going on, the last thing I saw before the shot went off was the mugger turning his gun on my friend. The second the gun was turned something inside of me urged me to go forward and stop the tragedy in its tracks, but my cowardly body trembled and remained cemented to the ground. After the shot was fired the girl's scream rang through my ears and down the street. As Germany fell to the ground I ran up to the mugger and grabbed him by his shirt collar.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"
He stared at me in shock as if he could barely believe that he had just shot somebody. He let the girl squirm free so that she could call an ambulance on the cell phone he was about to steal. Germany's killer ran off, leaving behind a panicking girl and a dying man. I slid to the pavement next to him, grasped his shoulder, and began to observe the damage. The bullet had just missed his heart by an inch.
"Arthur…" He moaned painfully.
"Take good care of Helena, please. That's all I ask…"
I felt the need to scream as the ambulances came to take him away. He was still breathing as they began to load him into the vehicle.
"Arthur…" he choked out once more.
"I could never ask for a better man to look after the most important thing in my world…"
I stared at him and clenched my hands into fists by my side. I knew he'd tell me something like that, because he knew how much I cared for and loved Helena with all of my heart.
Later at the hospital the doctors had to rush Germany into surgery to remove the bullet from his chest and patch him back up. When he left surgery…he didn't wake up. The hospital staff informed me that he was in a coma and had a very VERY small chance of survival. I did the only thing I could do, cry. I cried like a baby. If I were crying over something silly I would have thanked god that the other allies weren't around to tease me, but at that moment I didn't care. Soon after that I realized that I would have to tell Helena that her boyfriend had passed away.
Why not tell her that he still had a chance to live? Because I didn't want to get her hopes up only for them to crash down on her when someone was forced to take him off life support. The allies and the axis knew that he was in a coma, but I made it very clear to America, China, Japan, Russia, and France that she was not to know that he lived.
"What about the funeral?" China asked solemnly. The word funeral burned inside of me.
"We'll keep him on life support for two weeks, then when he doesn't wake up-"
"You mean IF he doesn't wake up…" Japan whispered to me.
"They say coma and not DEAD because there's still a chance that he'll wake up." America barked at me softly.
"A very small chance, Alfred. If by some miracle Ludwig does wake up then we won't have to worry about anything."
"But isn't it cruel to let Helena think that he's dead when he isn't?" France wondered.
I stared down at my feet sadly.
"I don't want her to be stuck waiting… Germany wouldn't have wanted it that way."
The Allies nodded slowly and Japan muttered softly.
"He really roved Herena-chan, didn't he?"
I chuckled sadly and managed a teeny tiny smile.
"Did he ever tell you that he was going to ask her to marry him?"
America's eyes widened.
"NO WAY! They were gonna get hitched?"
"Well assuming that she would have said yes, that's right…"
The room became quiet again.
"You should Carr her now." Japan said to me and I nodded.
You understand why I can't bear to explain what happened next, yes? Those next few moments were the most melancholy of my entire existence, and I do not wish to put myself through that pain again.
So there you have it, that's how my friend was gone, leaving me with his precious girl. As much as it pains me, part of me wishes that Germany's determined heart will suddenly stop beating so that I could rest knowing that there's nothing left to be done. Meanwhile another part of me wishes that he was fine after the surgery and wasn't in a most-likely permanent state of sleep.
As I tell you this, I am walking back to my house where Helena has been staying since the almost accident yesterday. When I get in the door I can hear an irritating Italian accent pouring out from the bedroom.
SHIT.
"You didn't know, Miss Helena? "
I FORGOT TO TELL ITALY…
"Germany isn't dead, silly! He's only sleeping!"
NOT TO SAY ANYTHING.