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When Scotland woke up, the events of earlier popped up in his mind. He hoped that no-one else heard what he said, as it was very uncharacteristic of him to say stuff like that. However, he did hope that England heard what he said.
Sighing, Scotland glanced at his watch and realised he'd been asleep only half an hour. Well, at least I wasn't out that long, he thought, after all, there's all that work to do…
Groaning aloud at the thought of work, the Scot rose from his chair and walked out silently. I've got to tell Ireland and Wales about England talking as well…and gloat about it. Finish work, then gloat to them. Yes, that's a good plan.
As he exited the building, Scotland failed to notice a shadow hiding in the shade of a nearby tree; or rather, hiding in the tree. Well, until it fell out, but the Scottish nation still didn't see the shadow.
Once the person knew that Scotland had gone far enough, he quick-walked into the hospital and got hopelessly lost along the corridors.
After suffering about twenty minutes of being lost, the person asked a nearby nurse, "Excuse me, but where is Mr Arthur Kirkland's room?" That was the politest way he'd ever spoken, the person remarked.
The nurse gave him instructions, and he thanked her and followed them, glad that he would arrive shortly.
Finally, after still managing to get lost, the person entered England's room and shut the door behind him. Taking off his jacket, he laid it over the side of a chair and sat down in it, surprised to find it was still warm. How long was Scotland in here for? He thought curiously.
"So, er…hi." Great start, he scolded himself. "Can you hear me?" He waved a hand in front of England's face. He laughed emotionlessly and muttered, "Of course not? How could you? You're…well…like this, I guess; as a nice way of putting it and all."
Then the person lowered his voice and leaned closer to the Brit. "You know, can I ask you something? Was-was I one of the main causes of all…this?" He asked uncertainly, struggling to form the right words.
~England's POV~
As I heard Scotland leaving, I opened my eyes again, even though I still saw nothing. Just a dark, empty chasm with no light.
Sighing, I walked round the darkness, uncomfortable with the silence surrounding me.
"Is no-one there?" I called out uncertainly, knowing no-one could hear me. "I guess not. Then again, I hope someone would come. Hell, I'd even be glad to hear America's voi- no. No, I really wouldn't." Sighing again, I stopped walking and sat down. I sat there for what felt like hours, bored out of my mind. I couldn't sleep here; I could only close my eyes.
Suddenly, the sound of a door opening and closing brought me back to reality – or rather, what was left of it.
But I was filled with relief; I wasn't alone. There was someone in here with me. Well, there was someone in the room with me, but still.
Then I heard them speak and say a very awkward greeting. Raising an eyebrow, I listened in to what they had to say, trying to connect the voice to a person. It sounded familiar, but unfamiliar at the same time. As if the voice was lacking something.
"Can you hear me?" I heard.
"Yes, I can hear you." I replied, but the other definitely didn't hear me.
Then I heard a short, emotionless laugh, as if there was no joy behind it, only sadness. That laugh went with the changed voice, but not with the original – whatever that was. God, this is confusing!
"Of course not!" Was his next sentence. "How could you? You're…well…like this, I guess; as a nice way of putting it."
Well, that was a bit offensive. I didn't want to be stuck like this exactly, if he must know. The nerve!
I had to strain my ears for the next part as he lowered his voice. "You know, can I ask you something? Was-was I one of the main causes of all…this?"
I frowned at this. Why would someone ask that? Unless it was…him.
"A-America? No way, it can't be. He hates me, why would he visit me? Ha, I must be going crazy!" I let out a short bark of laughter.
My smile faded as I heard what he next said. "You know, I don't hate you. I miss you. When I-" He paused for a minute, and I unconsciously leant in, interested in what he had to say. "When I declared my independence, I didn't want to hurt you. I just wanted to prove to you that I was mature and strong enough to survive in the world. I didn't mean to upset you or anything; I just wanted to show you that you didn't need to watch over me. I'm sure other people would have eventually started to fight you for my land, and you would get hurt. I didn't want that. Do you see where I'm coming from?"
I was completely silent after that. It really is America after all…no. Other colonies of mine have declared independence. It's probably someone else.
"Also, if you haven't figured it out yet, it's me, America." Seriously, can he read my thoughts or something?! I thought incredulously. It's unbelievable!
"I don't have a lot of time left; I've got so much stupid paperwork it's ridiculous, you know? Anyway, I know people have probably said this to you a lot, but, well…wake up soon, will you? We all miss you. No-one was ever mean to you without a good reason to. That's all I'm gonna say. Bye, England." With that, I heard America get up and walk away.
After the door opened and closed, I sighed loudly and shook my head. "Well, that was something." A smile crossed my face. "It seems America doesn't hate me. That's a surprise. Hmm." I glanced up at the darkness above me. "Maybe it would be better if I wake up. I'll try and be a better person as well. Then I won't have to resort to that little knife." I chuckled lightly. "Yes, that's it. I've made up my mind."
I shouted at the top of my voice, "I'm going to wake up! I'm going to change!"
Satisfied, I sat down cross-legged and repeated those two sentences in my head over and over.
I also noticed that the darkness lifted slightly, and I could see the faint outlines of my hands. Even the damned darkness couldn't keep me back now.
~Normal POV~
America walked out the hospital, relishing in the fresh air. Hospitals made him feel uncomfortable, as he was surrounded by suffering people. He never really liked being in them.
Walking down the street, he lost himself in his thoughts. I can't believe I finally said all that to him. I just hope he heard it.
Suddenly, as he was passing the entrance to a dark alley, a hand grabbed his sleeve and yanked him sideways into the alley.
Expecting an attack, America swung his leg out at his 'attacker', knocking them off balance.
He leapt at them, pinning the stranger down.
"Oi!" The stranger yelled angrily. "What do you think you're doing?!"
America's eyes widened in surprise and he let the person get up. "Scotland? What are you doing here? I thought you went somewhere?"
Scotland glared at him. "I was going to do some work, but I decided to wait for you to get out the hospital."
"Oh. That makes sense, I guess. But why would you want to wait for me?"
Scotland smirked at this. "To tell you something."
America raised an eyebrow. Why couldn't Scotland just tell him instead of being vague? "And what is that?"
"England talked to me."
America gasped in shock. How is that possible? And how come he didn't say anything to me? That's not fair! "How? Why? What did he say? Tell me!" He demanded.
Scotland shook his head. "That's for me to know and you to find out."
"No, you tell me right now!"
Scotland smirked, turned round and ran off.
"Stupid Scot." America mumbled under his breath, before walking out the alley. Well, at least I know that England can talk. That's an improvement at least. I hope, anyway.
As he was walking, America raised his head upwards and gazed at the clear sky. I have a feeling that he'll wake up soon.
With that, America carried on walking, heading for the airport to board a plane back to America. Th journey would take about 8 hours, so he might as well get a good seat.
A/N: I know, I know, bad ending for a chapter, but at least I'm finally updating. I'm sorry I took so long, honestly!
I'm on summer holidays now, so more travelling round and stuff (also I died because I had to live through four days with no Wi-Fi).
So don't give up on me yet!
