Exams are over! I hate school... Hopefully this story will be done in a chapter or two! I would like to say that VengefulMothSlayer (love your username) sorta guessed part of it, sorta... (You'll see :D) And thank you to all who reviewed!
Also, America and England and Hetalia don't belong to me. And this disclaimer has totally been at the beginning of all the chapters... I didn't forget it or anything...
Tick tick tick The hands on the round clock seemed to stand still, the face never changing. But the ominous tick ticking of its gears said otherwise.
Deep bags hung under England's tired eyes, his hair even more unkept and spastic. He didn't know how much time he had spent in the stiff hospital chair since Canada left. It felt like hours to the Brit, but the clock only read half an hour.
"Come on love," England whispered as he combed through America's golden hair. "All you have to do is wake up. Simple as that."
England could feel the consequences of his sleep deprivation crawling up on him, sleep trying to drag his eyelids down. Even the constant ticking of the clock and beeping of the monitors tried to encase him in their monotonous lullaby.
But England couldn't fall asleep, he had to be awake for America. Who knows what trouble the American would get into if he was left to his own devices? And that was the only reason England was staying up. The only reason! It wasn't like he was waiting for America to wake up because he had feelings for him or something... Nothing like that! He wasn't counting the minutes that he spent in the hospital while America was unresponsive. 38 minutes...
"Damn," England rubbed his face and leaned back in the chair. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. There's no use denying it... I love America. And not some petty crush. I love him.
England had known for awhile, he had just been... fighting it for awhile, too. His and America's relationship had never been simple, always complicated. And being in love with America, real non-brotherly love, made things that much more complicated.
But England found himself not caring about the complexity of the situation, he just wanted to be with America. Wake up next to him, walk with him, talk with him. Even if the were arguing, England didn't mind their spirited debates half the time because it was America. And not caring about the complexity made everything so simple.
But it the complexity made it simple... Wasn't it just complicated once more?
"Ugh," England opened his eyes in frustration. He couldn't be having a one-sided conversation, America NEEDED to wake up.
England watched the sleeping figure and leaned closer to him. Yep, he was in love. Maybe, just maybe, it worked like the fairy tales. Sure America wasn't going to like being casted as the damsel in distress, but England didn't care.
He leaned onto America's bed, brushing another piece of fly away hair from America's brow. He looked so much younger without his glasses on, England couldn't stop this silly notion he had in the back of his mind. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and pressed his lips gently upon America's.
Even before he pulled back, England knew it was a stupid, moronic idea. One for children. Tears began cascading down his cheeks and he pulled away from America, vision blurred.
"Arthur. What's wrong with your face?" England's eyes flew open wide and stared face to face with the groggy nation.
"A-Alfred," England whispered, not believing what he was seeing. Before England could speak up and call the doctors over, America wrapped his arm around England.
"Arthur," he breathed and pulled the smaller nation closer. "Why did you stop?" America gazed up at England, his mouth open, a cocky smile gracing his features. But then an almost bashful look overcame America. "Arthur... I-I lo-"
Before America could stutter another syllable England's lips crashed down on his. Grabbing handfuls of the golden hair, England pulled closer to him. America's broad hands snaked around England's waist and lifted him onto the bed. They continued their nonverbal conversation, England didn't feel like anything was real. All he could focus on was the nation below him.
England put both hands on both sides of the bed and hovered over America. His tears hadn't fully dried and America brushed them away with his thumb.
"I-I thought you were dead," England sobbed. "I thought I lost you."
"Come on, you know heros don't die," he laughed as he played with his glasses.
England blinked once, then twice. Tears returned to bead the corners of his eyes and dread took place in his heart.
"Arthur? What's wrong," America tried to hug him closer again, but England pushed away. "Arthur..."
Everything was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong! The fact that America was magically wearing glasses had shown England the strange happenings. How all the IVs and monitor clips had disappeared, how the small hospital bed had suddenly been able to hold two grown men, how America hadn't said any American terms and had called England by his full name only. (Not that England didn't minded. It wasn't like he actually LIKED that stupid nickname.) But it all lead England to one horrible conclusion.
He was dreaming.
"Arthur," 'America' pleaded, the dream trying to pull England back.
He was dreaming and if he was dreaming, then America wasn't awake. Alfred was still asleep. The tears dropped down England's face and soaked into the bed sheets while the dream around him crumbled.
It all had been a dream, an amazing wonderful dream. Or at least that is what it had seemed like. Now that England knew that it was a dream and America was still in danger, now it was a cruel nightmare. A cruel, beautiful nightmare.
England's eyes cracked open, the real world greeting him with sounds of beeping and hushed murmurs of nurses. He was still in the small chair next to a sleeping America. Still sleeping... England sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Then he settled down and dozed off once again.
So... Yeah. This isn't one of my favorite chapters, but at least I got it done. Another chapter shouldn't take as long as this one did... A new semester is starting so I should have more time. Thanks for reading!
