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England sat like that for hours. Just staring at the door that he had last seen America disappear through. The nation barely dared to breathe as each time the doors opened he hoped that it was a doctor to call him back to see America.

But each time it felt like England's heart was breaking a little bit more as people left the waiting room. Soon the only person left in the pale blue waiting room was the nation.

"God what's taking so long?" Arthur asked himself as he glanced at the clock, running his fingers through his hair. Five hours. It had been five hours since America had gone into emergency surgery.

Another hour passed.

And another.

And another.

It had been almost nine hours when a doctor finally came out a called, "Alfred F Jones".

England leapt to his feet and followed the doctor to the room where America was. The nation's breath caught in his throat as he walked into the room, his heart shattering.

America was hooked up to a bunch of machines. A mask covered his mouth and nose to keep him breathing. Stitches covered parts of his face and neck. Arthur didn't even want to see what the younger nation's side looked like where the glass had been.

"Oh god America," he breathed out rushing to the side of the bed.