YAY! I updated really soon! Go meeee! XD
Ok, so I got a few reviews, four to be exact I am so happy! As usual I will now respond to those lovely reviews!
dragoneellover: oh IM the depressing one?! Try reading your own stories love. I kid you not guys dragoneel is much worse than me with the angst. I dare you to read her stories they will put you on meds!
Beaniek4: oh don't worry love there is quite the plot! I am a mean person! And I am glad you like my story your so kind! *hug*
Carbo21: Lols yes! All joking aside that is an excellent idea! Mind if I put it to use love?
animeangel2392: you like it that much?! O.O wow I am like... Blown away I was positive I was going to be like murdered or something for making people wait so long. And I wasn't really planning on bringing others in no, but I may bring in Italy and possibly Romano (who is probably my favorite hetalia character ever.)
Alrighty onto the next order of business last chapie I said to vote on whether or not you guys wanted the newest story up before or after I finished this one. I did not get a vote from everyone but I did get enough to decide. The ones who voted on a revewhere're Beaniek4 who said I should wait, and animeangel2392 who left it up to me which would again be to wait. The ones who voted outside of reveiws were dragoneellover who said to post it tinydancerbeware who we all know voted to post it. So since I get the tie breaker, The Journals of a Broken Lover: Spain's Journal will be posted after Glory and Gore is complete. Sorry Tinydancerbeware and dragoneellover, you were out voted.
Oh yea, and there's not alot of France and England in this one. Like literally I think they have a only one sentence that mentions them... Same for America... This chapter is not for the faint of heart...
With all my rambling now complete, ON TO BUSINESS!
**WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH!**
DISCLAIMER: HETALIA DOES NOT BELONG TO ME, OTHER WISE I WOULD BE WRITING HETALIA NOT HETALIA FANFICTION! DUH!
Prussia
I held west while he cried. It seemed so wrong. My brother never cried. Only one other time had I seen a single tear in his eyes and that was right before we were separated and the Berlin Wall went up.
But now he was crying his heart out. I shouldn't have told him... But then what would have happened if he got a call saying that his brother was dead? It would have been even worse. It was better this way I suppose.
Man, I felt really weak... I could barely hold my head up... My lungs were getting harder and harder to fill with air, and i began to wheeze deeply. Fear, cold and hard filled my mind, this could be it, I wasnt strong enough to fend off another respirtory attack. Beside me a machine starting beeping off the wall and west shot his head up at it finding to to be the respiration monitor. Nurses and the doctor rushed in and ushered/pushed west outside and then began working on me trying to stop the onslaught of the vicious disease as I choked on the tretrous air that refused to cooperate with my weak lungs. Then felt a mask being put on my face and all the sudden I could breath...
Germany
I couldnt stop the tears that flowed from me like a river. I laid close to Gilbert ams he held me and let me cry.
I could sense something off about him and then I felt him struggling to breath and looked up at my now wheezing brother. A machine to the side started to blare its warning and soon nurses came and drug me out of his room while I struggled screamed and fought them in every way I could think of.
Once they had me outside the door was shut and I couldn't see him anymore. I am not religious but in that very moment I prayed to whatever merciful god is out there to spare my brother. I pleaded to whatever is out there for just a bit more time with him.
The doctor walked out of the room looking troubled and walked up to me, "sir we had to put your brother on a ventilator... I did not want to have to resort to that. He is not likely to be able to come off of it now. Even with it his co2 and o2 levels are not at all what I would hope them to be. I am sorry sir he doesn't have much longer."
I tried to swallow the lump in my throat to no avail, "C-can I see him?"
"Sir, at this point, nothing could really make it worse." He said softly, "Your brother did ask for someone else though, someone named Matthew Williams?"
Honestly, I couldn't remember a Matthew Williams but if Gilbert wanted to see this person then so be it, "Find him then." I said simply as I walked into my brothers room.
Canada
I just knew something bad had happened because I had the sudden urge to just cry. England and papa were holding hands on the other side of Alfred's bed speaking quietly.
the feeling didnt go away either. It kept getting worse. Like my stomach was full of stones. I got up and looked out the window hoping for it to pass.
As usual, my hopes were shot. A doctor walked into the room. At first I didn't turn around because I thought the doctor was for Alfred. That is until he said my name.
"Mister Matthew Williams?" He said solemnly.
I turned around confused until I noticed it was the same doctor that had been treating Gilbert.
My stomach sank and I swallowed hard, "Yes?" I asked politely.
"Gilbert Beilschmidt has asked to see you. He is not doing well we had to put him on a ventilator." the doctor said to me in a sad tone.
Tears found their way to my eyes. I didn't want to leave Alfred for even a second, especially with that satanic Brit but if Gilbert had specifically requested that I come see him and he is really getting so weak he can't breath by himself... What kind of friend would I be if I didn't go?
So I nodded and turned to papa and England, "If I come back and he is hurt I will do something we will all regret."
And on that happy note I turned and followed the doctor to Gilbert's room...
Prussia
I hate ventilators. They are so not awesome. Even if I can't breath by myself anymore I don't want to live off this machine.
After a few minutes of arguing I got this into west's head. He understood but he didn't want to let go.
"West," I rasped weakly past the machine the was making me breath, "this is it. I can't even breath without this machine now. Please you have to let go..."
"NEIN! If it was me in your place would you JUST LET GO?!" He screamed.
I coughed hard a few times. Strangely though the pain didnt spike. It was starting to become duller.
"You have to... Let it go... This has been coming for so long..." I said softly.
He gave me a teary glare and I knew he'd never let me go. It made me both happy and sad at the same time. At least a few people would remember me. It'd be a real shame if my awesomeness died with me.
At that moment Matthew walked into the room and I did my best to smile, "hi Matt."
"Hey Gil." He said trying his best not to cry, "how's it going?"
"Oh you know being awesome. The usual." I said with a raspy chuckle.
He cracked a small sad smile, "you are unbelievable."
"I know. I try" I said doing my best to sound sarcastic.
He turned and looked at west and I did the same, "Germany? Are you alright?"
"NEIN! MY BRUDER IS DYING! AND HE WANTS ME TO JUST ACCEPT IT AND MOVE ON!" West yelled in frustration.
Matt surprisingly, did not back away, he just shook his head and gave me a disapproving glare, "older brothers eh? They just don't get it..."
West looked surprised too, "nein. They don't."
Matt shook his head with a sigh, "Gil... I wish there was someway I could just save you..."
"me too. Unfortunately you can't." I said in a hoarse voice, "I wanted you here before I pull the plug on this thing."
Both of their eyes went wide but west was the first to protest, "N-nein! You can't! Gilbert you can't do that you'll die!"
"I already told you, I don't want to live on this stupid machine." I said simply, "I'd like you to do something for me though. It's nighttime right?"
West was crying and didnt answer but Matt spoke up in a sad voice through tears, "yes it is. It is eleven o' clock at night. Why?"
"I want to see the stars. Go get the doctor the get this thing off me please." I said as best I could.
Matt looked at west who was a wreck. West nodded, "If it's what Osten wants... Go get the doctor..." he said as his voice cracked.
Matt left the room and came back shortly with the doctor, "Mr. Beilschmidt, are you sure you want this removed? You won't live very long without it."
"I know. But what kind of life would I be living with it?" I replied shortly.
The doctor nodded and removed the machine, "there you go. I'd hurry if I were you..."
West picked me up out of bed but with my rasping and wheezing I couldn't walk so Matt grabbed my other side and they both took me outside.
The hospital was not in a city but rather in a clearing in the country so the stars were clear and beautiful.
"I-I love... Stars... They... seem... So... mysterious..." I said between gasps.
Matt and west laid me on the ground where I could see the stars. I couldn't really see them clearly anymore but the stars were so clear and bright.
My labored breaths got weaker and shallower and the stars seemed to glow even brighter, "Beautiful... S-stars..." I mumbled.
And then all at once the stars all molded together into a wonderful warm white light and all my pain was gone...
OH MY GOD! I CAN'T STOP CRYING! WHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYY?! I am sorry about all the hurt feels I just caused... Including mine... So sad!
*sniffle* Review please...
dragon,
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