Chapter 2: Blood

Fortunately help did come. Canada was the first to come, followed by Germany, then Russia, then France, others came as well with paramedics to do what they could. By the time they got there, America had tried all he could to keep England breathing and not bleed out; He himself was soaked with the Brit's blood.

America sat in the waiting room of the hospital, Canada sitting next to him. They had rushed England to the closest hospital they could, now they could only hope it paid off. It was silent between the two, neither of them said a word. Canada looked over at his brother every few minutes, only to see the American didn't make a move. He sat there silently staring at the object in his hands, the bullet that pierced through England's skull, he found it after they took him away; it was covered in his blood.

Finally Canada tried to break the silence. "A-Al."

"They haven't told us anything…" America quietly said. "Nothing for a while… That could be good right?.."

Canada got a sad look. "Al…"

"It means their still working on him, it means he's still alive…" America wouldn't look up. Canada grabbed onto the American's wrist and finally he looked at him. Canada got himself up and pulled the American to his feet."You need to get cleaned up." He says. He pulls the American into one of the bathrooms and sets him still. He grabs onto America's hand and tries to get the bullet, America quickly pulls it away. "Let go of it. Give it to me." Canada held his hand out. At first America was hesitant and only stared blankly at the Canadian's hand. After a few minutes, he gently placed the bloody bullet in the Canadian's hand. "Good. Now let's clean you up eh?"

America stayed quiet but nodded. Canada took the American's jacket off and hung it off the side of the sink. He then wetted a batch of paper towels and began cleaning the dried blood off America's face, America didn't move. He worked his way down to clean, or try to, the rest of the blood, though he knew he wouldn't be able to get it out of the American's clothing. He managed to clean off most of it and tried to get the blood out of America's jacket. Finally, America moved. He grabbed onto the Canadian's hand and slowly took the towel away, then started cleaning out the blood himself. "A-Al?" Canada asked. America moved now but still didn't talk.

America put his jacket back on before going back out to the waiting area, Canada following close behind. He sat back down and continued waiting, Canada followed and sat as well, he still worried though. He couldn't help but worry about England, whither the Brit was even alive still, and now he worried about America, how quiet and clearly dazed.

Finally, information came. A German doctor came out asking for anyone related to Arthur, America immediately popped up and called for the doctor.

America impatiently waited for the doctor to start speaking, Canada was a bit impatient too. "Is he alive?" America asked, that was the first time he really spoke since England was taken away. Canada watched as the doctor got an uneasy look.

"He is alive." The doctor said with a strong German accent. "We almost lost him but we managed to keep him alive."

"That's good!" America smiled in relief, Canada didn't though.

"But?" Canada asked. The doctor took a deep breath.

"The bullet did a lot of damage, we're not even sure how much damage was done." He said. "Right now, all his brain functions aren't really working." America's smile had definitely faded by now. "He's in a coma." America looked down as Canada got a sad look.

"D-Do you know when he'll wake up?" Canada asked, America was silent again.

"If is more of the question. It all depends." The doctor said. "If his function improves, it could be weeks. If not, it's unlikely he'll wake up at all." America couldn't bare the thought of England never waking up, of him dying, he could actually feel his eyes tearing up, he held them back though and wiped his eyes.

After explaining England's very weak condition, the doctor took the two nations to see him, America's sorrow only got worse. England laid still in the hospital bed; his head wrapped up, tubes in his arms, a breathing mask covered his mouth and nose, he was extremely pale. America's heart dropped when he saw the injured nation, Canada felt the same. "I'll be checking on him every few hours." The doctor said before leaving them.

Canada went into the room more and looked over at England. America first hesitated but then came in more too. America didn't know what to do, his reaction to this was just more sorrow. Canada sat Kumajirou down on the chair in the room as America stood next to England's bed; slowly he grabbed onto the Brit's hand and held it. It was silent, Canada didn't know what to say or do, he couldn't find any words to say to America.

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America stayed in the country of Germany for the next week, waiting for England to wake up soon. Him and Canada stayed at a hotel and went to visit the Brit everyday, for as long as they could until the nurses made them leave. Unfortunately, every day they went, they never got any good news on the Brit's recovery, there was never any improvements.

America sat in the room and held onto England's cold hand, he did that everyday. Canada would walk around a bit if he felt America needed alone time, he would check in with America every once in a while. Whenever he did, America's sad look never changed, it sadden Canada each time; he still had no words to say to the American. "Hey Al." Canada broke the silence. America slowly turned his attention to Canada. Canada hesitated to talk but, "Y-You know, I read something about coma patients being able to hear you." He said, America continued to listen. "H-Have you tried talking to him at all?"

"No." America said.

"You should try it. Maybe he could hear you." Canada tried to give a smile to America. America gave a bit of a nod and went back to looking at the Brit. "I need to go feed Kumaru. I-I'll come back soon okay?"

"Sure." America said. Canada gave a little nod before walking out.

America sat there for a minute in silence as he held onto England's hand. He started thinking about what the Canadian said, maybe he should try it. He bent over a bit to get closer to England and held onto his hand more. He took a breath and started to talk. "E-England." He started. "Can you hear me?…I really hope you can hear me…." He stopped for a moment. "Please wake up, please. I-If you, I swear I'll never fight with you again, I won't argue or disagree just to make you mad, I'll stop stuffing burgers in your face, I'll do anything if you just wake up!" He cried now. Ever since he was little, England meant the world to him. Even during the Revolution, he could only think about his safety. Even now when they fight, he always hoped England would be okay.

Now, America would do anything just to hear England's voice calling him a wanker, just to see his bright eyes stare at him if he did something stupid, he wanted England to wake up; he would do anything. "Please….Arthur just wake up…" He cried. "Come back to me…" He wiped his eyes and sniffled but tears kept coming, he hated this, there was nothing he could do.

Canada watched from the outside; he frowned then walked away with sorrow.

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Before the next week ended, good news was given out. America smiled a bit as the doctor told him and Canada that England was improving; his functions were getting to be normal, his chances of waking up were getting better, they said the damage was already healing fast, probably because nations healed much faster than regular humans. He could wake up any time now.

America had even more reason to stay there now, against the nurses, and Canada's, begging to get the hell out, then eventually forcing him out. He got glares coming back the next couple days, which he returned with a smile and his obnoxious laugh just to get back at him; he was in a good mood since the doctors talked to him, not even the rain today could upset him.

He walked into England's room and took off his coat. England was still unconscious but he didn't look as pale as he used to. America sat down and talked to him again, he thought that helped just a bit and he felt better in the situation when he did, so he kept doing it after Canada told him. He held England's hand, which actually had some warmth now, and relaxed a bit. He was anxious for the Brit to wake up, he just wanted to hear him talk or something, but he worried about how much damage was done; they did say his memory would be very messed up. America sighed at that and let go of England's hand, than went over to the window and looked out. "Geez. It's pouring." He said to himself, it's like in London, he thought. He continued to just stare out the window then, he had really nothing else to do until,

"A-Al…fred…"

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I finally updated! Hooray! So yes, this one was a bit of the dramatic part~ Next one, *SPOIL* it's Iggy time! XD