This chapter is pure depressing-ness…sorry bout that…kill me later…
TO NOMAMESWEREAVALIABLE: Ummm…no, the girl is not Kira…
TO CANDOANYTHINGNOW: That's just mean of you…and here I thought you were a friend TT^TT (joking XD, your guess is actually quite close!)
AAAANNNDDD TO EJO97: Here I present *drum roll* the NORDICS! I tried my best….I don't know the Nordics that well so…
Have fun!
I do not own Hetalia, how many more times do you people want to actually read this statement?
Chapter 8
Beep…Beep…beep…
The steady beeping of the heart monitor informed the two that were in the room that their friends, no, more like family was still alive.
"Hey, Brother," Norway started.
"Huh? What?" Iceland asked.
"You know it seems as if a lesson is never learned until something is almost lost. I have always hated Denmark, or thought I did, but until now, where I see him on the verge of death, do I notice that I actually care about him."
This statement was met with silence as the two recounted the events that had led up to Finland, Sweden, and Denmark's residence in the ER rooms of the hospital.
~ Flashback~
"Norway! Norway! NORWAY!" a voice yelled as Norway heard his door get smashed open. In ran his younger brother.
"WHAT?" he demanded, irritated. His brother paused by the chair that Norway was sitting in, reading, to catch his breath. Finally when he had enough air, he blurted out.
"Quick! Please! Finland is trying to stop them in his house but Sweden and Denmark are...are…" Norway jolted up from his book.
"Madness?" he whispered.
Iceland nodded. Without any further ado, the two sprinted out of the house towards the said nation's home.
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"Finland? FINLAND!" Norway shouted as he witnessed the Finnish man collapse as he yanked open the door. Inside, Sweden and Denmark were dueling with twin battle-axes.
"Fin! FIN! What happened?" Iceland repeated as he rushed over to hold the fallen nation. As he did so, Finland coughed, throwing up blood then smiled weakly, "I was unable to stop them and," here he coughed up more blood, "my ribs got smashed in by the handle of one of the axes."
"Norway! Call the ambulance! NOW!"
Nodding, the said persona of a nation pulled out his cell phone to dial the emergency number. As he called and waited to be picked up impatiently, he glanced over at the battling nations. Both have suffered many wounds, not all of them light, but still carrying on with devilish delight (A/N: whoa, I'm a poet!).
Finally the tone ended to the operator on the other end.
"Hello sir, how may I help you?"
"Ambulance, please, now! Hurry!" Norway shouted into the phone alternating his field of vision to injured Finland and trying-to-kill-each-other Sweden and Denmark. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Thinking to himself, How strong the power of madness. In addition each incident will get harder to pull out of than the earlier and since we're the 4th…
"Sir, your address?" the phone operator inquired.
Norway broke out of his train of thoughts and swiftly answered the question. Turning towards, the Swedish and Dane, he caught the scene of the final blow, the two at the exact same moment slashing the other from hip to shoulder. Norway stood eyes-wide, disbelieving as both collapsed and lay still in a rapidly expanding puddle of blood, both Swede and Dane. Although being a nation, and a man, the sight of so much blood was too much to take and so he blacked-out.
Norway opened his eyes and turned towards his brother. The two said nothing. After a few more minutes of awkward silence, the Norwegian anthem suddenly came on.
"Brother…" Iceland scolded.
Norway blushed and pulled out his cell phone. Steeping outside, he answered the call.
"Hello? Norway speaking."
"Ah~ Norway, this is England.
"England? Why call? Did some type or another of magic go wrong?"
"Uh, no. But where are you right now?"
"The hospital." Norway spat out, detesting the word. He was met with a few seconds of quiet.
"I see, I'm sorry." England apologized.
"You still haven't answered the question, why call me?"
"Have you had any weird memories of a past that you don't remember?"
Norway frowned. "No, I haven't." He heard a sigh on the other end of the phone.
"Fine, but if they do come, make sure you remember them."
"…Why?"
"Because we're humans."
Those three words struck as hammer blows onto Norway's entire concept of his existence.
"B-but how?" he stuttered.
"Have you gotten he word yet? There is a world meeting tomorrow t held at Rome."
"Italy usually never hosts the meetings!"
"Apparently, he has decided to do so. I'll present everything tomorrow to everyone together."
"Yes, see you then."
The conversation disconnected as England hung up his phone. It was at this moment when an alarm in the hospital went off.
"Norway! Norway! Brother!" Iceland ran out of the room to where his brother was standing. Tears were visible on his cheeks.
"What now?" Norway asked hesitantly though he had the feeling he knew what was coming…
A/N: Sorry about this sad excuse of a chapter. Please bear with me, I don't understand the Nordics as well as some of the others so if it's not exactly accurate please PM and Review me and I'll try my best to fix it. Ejo97, do not kill me! I'm begging you! I have such a long life left to live (I'm only 13). The cliffhanger sucks doesn't it? This is my first time trying to attempt one so…yeah…TT^TT
