Warning: Ummm... Matthew turns kawaii, Alfred hasthe worst cover act, sadness mixed with relief

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia (no need to go completely mad)


Chapter 9:

As Aofie and Matthew walked toward the increasingly loud conversations, Francis shoved passed them. This made Matthew fall backwards and land on the floor - to Aofie this seemed painful, she would describe this as 'Falling on his arse' - this was followed by the Canadian cussing in his own special way.
"Maple!" Matthew looked up toward the very confused looking Irish woman who was stood looking down on him. "Sorry, I wonder -" Matthew stopped as he saw a hand held in front of his face.
"Are you gonna sit there all day, or are you gonna let me help you up." Matthew could bearly hear the difference between the words through Aofie's thick accent.
"I-I..." Stuttering, Matthew took Aofie's helping hand and stood in front of her with a light pink tinge in his cheeks. "Thank you." Matthew noticed a weight that had disappeared from his arms and looked down at his feet and saw his polar bear friend clawing at his ankles.
"Pick me up, you... you... Wait who are you?" Kumajiro looked up at Matthew innocently, as though to say 'Who the hell are you?' or 'Do I know you?'.
"I'm Matthew, your owner." Matthew smiled at the bear sweetly and leant down to pick him up. "Oh, you must be hungry! When we get to the kitchen, I'll get you something to eat." Matthew's smile reached further across his face - still maintaining its sweetness - at this sight a light tinge glowed on Aofie's cheeks.

~Hang in there, Lovino~

Arthur stood at the door frame with the golden light embracing his sluggish figure, the sigh of Francis approaching up the basement stairs; hands dripping with blood, had shocked Arthur so much that he found himself unable to move. Alfred kept an eye on Arthur while trying to make it look as though he was making breakfast - hardly succeeding at it though - when the Brit had stopped moving Alfred turned his head to get a better view of what was happening.
"Yo, Artie what's up?" Alfred questioned the ashened Brit, completing ignoring Alfred Arthur started to descend the stairs towards the Frenchman who was staring in awe at the Brit.
"Francis, what the bloody hell... happened? Is Lovino okay... is Antonio okay‽" Arthur's voice although fast and loud was laced with concern and worry.
"Oh, mon ami Arthur. How have you been?" Francis' voice was slurred and lifeless, as his eyes opened and looked up to Arthur they reveled a mild mad lifeless nature to them. "Lovino is a wreck and Antonio is bleeding a lot."
"W-what? We need to call an ambul-" Arthur stopped and shook his head. "No that's impossible, can't you do something?" Arthur grasped for Francis' collar but Francis pushed them away.
"I tried, I'm going to get the help of a doctor I can trust." Francis continued to walk up the stair sluggishly, when he reached Arthur he stopped and pulled a pocket watch from deep in his front pocket. "Oh I need to hurry." Francis pushed past Arthur and ran out of the kitchen and out of sight.

Arthur stared at the source of the golden light and started to approach it. Alfred turned from the counters and walked to the stairs and watched Arthur approaching the end of the basement stairs and the top of the annex in the big and the seemingly empty house.

~Stay strong and don't stop fighing~

Lovino grasped at the limp body of the sleeping Spaniard, tears fell like waters falls streaming down Lovino's face then being passed on to the cheeks of his fallen comrade. The Spaniard had now received the minimal of medical care with a belt fastened just before the now open scar from surgery and some aspirin laying on the floor next to the duo, in case Antonio happened to wake breaths of the Spaniard had calmed and picked up their usual pace, Lovino had place a hand on the Spaniard's chest to make sure that his chest was still inclining and declining at the perfect pace, that Lovino had memorised. The gentle anguished cries coming from the scared Lovino were the only sound in the room since Francs left. A quiet cough rang through the air, making Lovino look at the Spaniard's face. Lovino stared as the Spaniard's eyes scrunched and went back to normally all the while coughs at increasing volumes, Lovino laughed - a small pathetic laugh - a glint of pure delight and relief shone in his eyes.

"L... Lov... Lovi?" Antonio's olive green orbs opened sluggishly, revealing only one third of the way open.
"Antonio, I-I missed you, don't leave me again." Lovino pulled Antonio in to a bear hug, this hug however was gentle, loving and full of compassion.
"Heh... heh" Antonio coughed, the sound of his laughter was hoarse and filled with pain. "How... how long was I out?" Antonio took pauses to allow his weary body and throat to compose itself to a point where he could sit up.
"Do- do you want some aspirin?" Lovino's eyes had teared up, these tears unlike before were filled with happiness and gratitude that he was alive.
"Yes, I would actually." Antonio sat forward grasping the open wound on his side, Lovino handed Antonio the tube labeled aspirin and the nearest bottle of water...

~Do it for me~

Arthur stepped in to the room to see Lovino collapsed on top of Antonio's chest with red eyes, the two both seemed in a peaceful slumber. A slumber much like those the princess in fairy tales fall in to while waiting for their prince to come and save them with a kiss or to save them from the hold of the evil witch or step mother. Arthur knew then why Francis had left and what he meant by 'I'm going to get a doctor I can trust'.

~Stay strong my Lovino, I'll be watching you~


Phew I finally uploaded, I procrastinated so much and the fact that I am neck deep in homework - that I'm not doing - doesn't really help! So I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter... I'm still deciding on how this is going to end, I really can't but you may want to brig your tissues! Please review and follow or add this story or me to your favourites and don't forget to become one with Mother... Sealand