A Week Later~
America's POV:
I blinked rapidly as rays of sunlight shone down on me, temporarily blinding me. After letting my eyes adjust, I looked around at my surroundings. The hospital parking lot was jam-packed with cars, leaving barely any pavement showing. There was a slight warm breeze blowing in my face and a small smile tugged at my lips. I closed my eyes and sighed as the wind ruffled my hair slightly. A handly lightly tapped my shoulder and I turned to see England standing behind me with Canada.
The car is this way America," England said softly, squeezing my shoulder tightly. I nodded in a sort of daze and followed my father and little brother to the car. Canada sat next to me in the back, taking my hand in his comfortingly.
"You glad to be out of there?" he asked. Chuckling, I nodded and sighed.
"It was like living in hell. People kept staring at me all the time, pitying me and being sympathetic. I hate sympathy," I growled, my hands clenching tightly. Canada slipped his hand out of my grip and hugged me, burying his head in my shoulder.
"I'm so sorry America. For everything. I-If I hadn't..." Canada's voice broke and he began to sob, hugging me tighter. My eyes widened in shock as my little brother cried onto my shoulder, his body trembling with sobs. I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on top of his.
"Canada, it's alright. I forgive you, ok? Please stop crying," I said softly. I didn't mean it, but I still hated seeing him cry. I could see England's grip on the steering wheel tighten as he heard my words, his face scrunching as he tried to calm himself down. Canada screamed in frustration and ripped himself out of my grip, leaning his head against his seat and putting his hands over his face.
"No, it's not alright America. I helped murder our little brother because I was angry at you! Alaska had nothing to do with you always forgetting me, but I stood by and watched him get hurt. And...and then I get a c-call that you tried to kill yourself. Now look me in the eye and tell me it's not my fault," Canada said, turning back to me and glaring.
I grabbed my little brother by the shoulders, looked him in the eye and said, "This was not your fault. True, I still haven't forgiven you about Alaska, but I wanted to die because of other reasons. I promise." Canada wiped his eyes and nodded, but I could tell he still didn't believe me.
"We're here," England said hoarsely as he pulled into the driveway of my bome. I got out and closed the car door behind me. Canada and England got out too and followed me inside.
"A-America? Is that you?" asked a familiar southern accent. My little brother stared up at me with wide eyes from underneath the brim of his huge cowboy hat. I nodded and smiled warmly. Texas' mouth split into a huge grin before he scampered off, hollering, "Alfred's back! Alfred's back!" I chuckled slightly at his usual enthusiasim until I heard the sound of fifty feet running through the house and towards me. My eyes widened and the wind was knocked out of me as the fifty states tackled me to the ground.
"America! We missed you so much!" Pennsylvania, Delaware's twin, said with tears of joy in his crimson eyes. I laughed and wrapped my arms around as many as I could. Pennsylvania, Delaware, Vermont, New York, and California were closest to me, but I managaged to get my arms around Ohio, Kansas, Arizona, Alabama, Illinois, and New Hampshire too. Delaware was hugging me tightly back, his face buried in my chest. When the group hug broke, Delaware still hadn't let go of me. I wrapped my arms around him in a proper hug and drew him close. Tears rolled down his cheeks and his body began to tremble.
"Hey. Hey, it's okay Daniel. I'm here now. I'm not going to leave you again, okay?" I whispered into his mousy-brown hair. He looked up at me with his electric blue eyes, his face wet with tears.
"Pr-promise?" he asked. I nodded and hugged him tighter. "I promise." Delaware smiled and broke away, wiping his tears away. England and Canada stood in the corner awkwardly as all fifty states turned to Canada, glaring. Their eyes followed his as he walked over to me nervously.
"Why did you tell them about me?!" he hissed in my ear and I shook my head, raising an eyebrow at Delaware. He looked down at his feet sheepishly. I cast him a 'We'll talk about this later' look and sighed. England placed a hand on my shoulder and said, "Could we please step into your room for a moment?" Biting my lip, I nodded, and England and Canada followed me into my bedroom. I tried to keep myself from staring at the huge blood stain on the floor. How had I survived?! England took a shaky breath and turned to me.
"Show them to us, America. Please," he said quietly. My face paled and I shook my head slowly, sitting on my bed and hugging my knees. England knelt in front of me, cupping my chin in his hand.
"America, please. We want to help you, so we need to know what condition you're in." I hesitated slightly, but then nodded and stood up, pulling off my shirt.