Wow… You guys are really just awful people. Eight reviews, three with ideas, and 7 ideas total. But you know, you're not as awful as I am. I started this and it was my idea completely.
Anyway, I have all ideas written down (including one by a friend… How about mauled by an animal?), but this popped into my mind and I had to write it. This is VERY USUK so, while it's a way to maim Arthur, it's also very fluffy and romantic. Just a warning. It's also not my best writing. Sorry. I promise the next ones will be much better!
Also, I just want to mention that my previous story won an award at my school. Well, after I changed the names and made Arthur a girl. :3 Still, it won~
Way 2: Coma
Summary: It had been a year and now it was time to say goodbye. Arthur wasn't going to wake up. If only he had told him sooner.
Warnings: Yaoi, No medical background from the author
Words: 1665
Rating: K+
Genrea: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst
Normally for Alfred F. Jones, when the alarm clock went off in the morning he had no idea what the date was. He would spend at least half the day not knowing the date nor really caring. The days would simply blend into another unless there was a world meeting, and even then Alfred would usually only remember the day of the week.
However, today was different. Today, Alfred woke up at nine as his alarm went off and he immediately knew what the date was. Slowly, he got up feeling heavy and dead as he went to get dressed. He took a shower, got dressed, and ate a small breakfast, though a few minutes after getting in his car he couldn't remember it.
As he was driving, he felt his phone vibrate a few times, but didn't check it. First, he was driving and second, he knew what they all said. As he drove, he allowed his mind to wander.
It was on this day a year ago that he got the call from the hospital. He had been at home, playing video games that Kiku had lent him. Not knowing and Japanese, he was having a difficult time navigating through the haunted house, but he was almost finished with the game thanks to the help of a walk through and translations online.
The phone rang, but he didn't hear it until the third ring. He scrambled up, pausing the game and grabbing the phone at the same time. "Hello?" he asked, trying to calm himself down from the shock of the phone and the fright a random ghost had just given him in the game.
The grim voice on the other end caused Alfred's heart to sink and his mind drew a blank. Thinking back on the conversation, he couldn't really remember what words had been exchanged. "… Arthur Kirkland…" "… Car crash…." "… Coma…" "…Low chance of survival…" "… Fatal…" "… Critical Condition…"
The call ended and Alfred was frozen, his mouth agape and tears starting to form in his eyes. He quickly brushed them away and jumped up, grabbing his bomber jacket and speeding out the door.
It was a long while in that dreary waiting room, waiting for any words from the doctors. All he got was screaming kids and sympathetic looks from nurses. Finally, the screaming kids went home and the only people left in the waiting room were Alfred, the nurses, and a few people who came and went without a passing glance.
Alfred stretched out on the chairs, prepared for a long night. An hour after he had dozed off, a nurse woke him up and invited him to a doctor's office. The white haired man was sitting at a desk, his hands folded, and his eyes looking over scattered papers. He looked up with a smile as Alfred entered, but the smile was sight and sympathetic.
"Mr. Jones," he greeted, "Take a seat." Alfred nodded and sat across from him. There was a pregnant silence before Alfred had enough.
"Is he alright?" Alfred asked, worry filling his sky blue eyes. The doctor sighed and shook his head.
"He's still in critical condition," the doctor said. "And… He's in a coma. There's a chance he won't ever wake up. He's hooked up to a breathing machine right now. That's pretty much the only thing keeping him alive."
"What?" Alfred shouted. "B-But he can't die! He can't be in a coma! He's… He's Eng-" Alfred stopped. He was about the blow the biggest secret the nations had. Everyone had to keep their identities a secret so no one would find out about them being personifications.
"He's England, correct?" The doctor asked, much to Alfred's surprise. Alfred didn't move, but the doctor already knew. "We know and we're treating him like any normal human because we have never dealt with this before. I don't have the answer for you, Mr. Jones, if he does pass away. For now, though, we are keeping him alive and trying to get him stable." Alfred nodded, still not speaking.
"W-When will he wake up?" Alfred asked.
"We don't know, Mr. Jones. Honestly, I can give no estimate. Unfortunately, though, chances are never. He's not brain-dead, but he can't breath on his own. And, honestly, we don't have the money to keep him on life support for long."
"You have to keep him alive!" Alfred shouted. "You have to try!"
"Calm down, Mr. Jones. We are. But we can only give him a year. That's all we have money for."
"He-He'll be alright in a year! I promise! He'll be awake and breathing on his own." Alfred smiled simply to reassure himself. "He'll be just fine!" The doctor sighed and nodded, dismissing the young nation to go visit Arthur.
And so, a year had passed and Arthur had not woken up. He showed no signs of ever waking and Alfred knew it was time to let go. He pulled up to the hospital and got out, walking like a ghost into the room. The nurses who knew him by name now greeted him as he checked in and went to Arthur's room.
Arthur was not conscious, as usual, as Alfred took a seat by him. The blue eyed blonde took Arthur's hand and squeezed it.
"Hey, Artie," he said softly. "I… Well, you haven't woken up yet… I wish you would, but I don't think you can. And I'm gonna miss you so, so much. I wish you'd wake up, but you won't and you can't and now I gotta say goodbye and I don't wanna!" Alfred didn't notice the tears starting to slip down his cheeks.
"I'd give anything for you to wake up. But, I need to tell you something 'cause I'm not gonna get another chance to. Arthur, I love you. So, So much. More than a friend or a brother or anything. Like, real, true love. And I wish I coulda gotten the chance to kiss you or hold you or something. I know it sounds creepy, but it's true." He paused. "And-And if you wake up. I'm gonna tell you in person. But you gotta wake up."
At this the doctor came in with a grim expression. "You ready?"
"No," Alfred whispered. "But I know I gotta." He looked down at the unconscious Brit. "B-Bye Artie. I love you."
The doctor then shut off the machine. Alfred hadn't noticed the sound it made until it was turned off. The mask was removed from Arthur's face and his chest stopped moving. Alfred started to sob. He laid his head down on the bed and gripped the pure white sheets. He gasped for breath, unable to control his breathing as the sobs wracked his body. The doctor looked on sympathetically, knowing there was nothing he could do to bring the American's friend back. Normally, he would have asked the blonde to leave so they could send the body away, but he decided that Alfred needed just a few more moments with his friend.
Then suddenly, there was a sharp intake of breath and Alfred felt something move on the bed. He looked up, his eyes and glasses blurry from the tears. Cautiously, he placed a hand on Arthur's chest and noticed that, while uneven, he was breathing.
"D-Doctor! Dude, he's… He's breathing! He's alive!" Alfred cried. The doctor rushed over and saw that it was true. Arthur was breathing without the mask.
"Artie? Arthur! Arthur! Wake up. Come on, dude! Just wake up!" Alfred cried. "You're breathing so you can wake up! I know you can!" Alfred brushed the hair from Arthur's face and touched him gently. "Come on, Arthur. Please?"
At the request, Arthur's eyes started to twitched. Slowly, they opened for the first time in a year. His emerald eyes were dulled, but he was able to see as he blinked a bunch of times to try to get the blurriness away. Alfred started to cry with joy, but forced himself to not tackle the Brit.
Arthur turned his head and looked at Alfred, a confused expression on his face. Alfred smiled wide through the tears, but Arthur still looked confused. It wasn't because of what had happened—he remembered the last moments leading up to the car crash. It was something that he thought he had heard through the darkness the coma had left him in.
"I-Is it true?" the Brit asked in a voice so quiet, it was hard to hear. Alfred looked at him for a moment, wondering what he was asking.
"Is what true?"
"D-Do you… Do you love me?" Alfred's heart nearly stopped. He had heard him? But that was impossible! He was unconscious, nearly brain dead! There's no way!
Taking a breath, he nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I do. You heard me? I-I thought…"
Arthur nodded. "I heard you." Then, he smiled a little. "I-I love you too. I'm happy that I got the chance to tell you that."
"God, Artie! Me too! I-I thought you wouldn't wake up! I thought you were gone!" The tears started to flow again and Arthur smiled softly. Carefully, the Brit lifted up his hand and touched Alfred's cheek.
"It's alright, love. I'm going to be alright," he promised. Alfred smiled and nodded, taking Arthur's hand and kissing it.
"It will be a while before he is fully recovered," the doctor said as he stood up. "But it seems that he is starting on the road to recovery. I'm going to check some papers and by then I might have a better estimate." With that, he stood and left the room, leaving the two alone.
"I'm tired," Arthur sighed. Alfred smiled.
"You should be," he said. "I mean, I dunno much about medical stuff, but I would think you would be tired. So, rest."
Arthur smiled back and pulled Alfred down so that the American's lips brushed his forehead. Alfred smiled and kissed him. "You'll be here, right?" Arthur asked.
"Forever and always."
