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Warnings: This fanfiction may contain, yaoi- M/M relationships, MPREG, Tearful plot, inaccurate history and/or series' facts, AU fanfic, Human life for characters, etc.
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Thought: ' words '
Speech: " words "
Italics: England's point of view (this probably won't make sense now but later you'll get it (: )
Broken Mirror Chapter 10
Just when I thought I had it all. Just when I thought I could finally have all that I ever wanted and be satisfied. This happens…
I thought everything was perfect . I had love, I had a family. I had everything I always wanted… And then it was going to be taken away from me. It figures. It always happens like this.
England laid in bed that night and watched as America slept. He thought about everything.
He watched America's chest move up and down with every breath. His breathing got weak as the days went by. It's depressing… I wish I could just take away all his pain. I wish that I were the one going through this and not him…
America rolled over and opened his eyes slowly.
"Arthur are you okay?"
"Yes Alfred, I was just thinking."
America kissed him with passion and then held him in his arms. He could stay like that forever. He sighed and slowly went to sleep.
The next morning England awoke to a startling sound. Music. Blaring. He leapt out of bed and ran to where the noise was coming from. He was a little angry at such an abrupt awakening. He ran into the living room, and saw America dancing like a fool in his underwear.
"Morning Arthur!"
"Good morning Alfred… now, what the hell are you doing?" He tried to yell loud enough for him to hear over the deafening music.
America walked to him and grabbed his hand. He tried to make him dance as well.
"What the bloody hell? I'm not dancing to this!"
"I'm just trying to have some fun!" He laughed. "Come and join me!"
England looked down to see that he was only in his underwear too. He gave in and just decided to join in. America grabbed a water bottle and pretended as if was a microphone. England laughed harder than he did for the longest time.
After an hour of dancing, singing and playing, they decided to have some breakfast.
"I'll make it! America announced.
About an hour and a half later, America set a stack of burnt pancakes in front of England. He cut a piece and put it in his mouth. It tasted like burnt rubber, he turned his face down, trying to hide disgust.
"How is it?"
"Well, to be honest America, it tastes like… Well.. Shit."
America laughed and cleaned the syrup off England's face.
"Come on, let's go downtown." America said with a smile and ran towards their bedroom. England stayed sitting on the chair and stared blankly into the wall.
Why is this happening? I'm going to lose him.
"Hey! are you listening!" America shouted from the hallway, making England snap from his thoughts.
"Yes, I'm going." He heard America rush into the bathroom and turn on the water. England had taken a shower the night before so he went upstairs and just threw on a pair of jeans and a white button up shirt, then headed back downstairs. He assumed they would be getting back around dinner time so he had to leave the house clean.
It was now lunch time and England had been bored during the morning since he'd cleaned the whole house. He listened to America upstairs, look through drawers and curse because he'd hit himself or something. He sat on the couch and picked up a book he never really knew they had, but it was still there.
America came running downstairs and past the kitchen when he noticed England sitting on the living room.
"Ready?"
"I've been ready since 12. It seriously took you 3 hours to get ready?"
"Shut up, I was looking for my favorite socks, but SOMEONE forgot to wash them and I had to do it myself." He pouted.
"That's what you get for now getting your own laundry done."
America grabbed England's hand and sat down pulling him close.
"You know? I don't care if I have to do my laundry for the rest of my life, as long as I'm with you."
England smiled and kissed America's forehead. The other just took him into his arms for one last embrace..
Arthur got up and walked out of the room. "Stay here, I'll go make lunch and then we can go out for dinner, since SOMEONE took so long to get ready." He smirked at the American and left.
"Whatever." America dropped himself on the couch and laid there smiling until he fell asleep.
Some time later England came back to the kitchen and found America asleep. He approached him quietly and removed his apron. When he reached the couch, he kneeled in front of America.
"America, come on, lunch is ready." He got up and collected the cushions America had kicked in his sleep.
England tapped America's foot gently and waited for his response. But there was none.
"America, hurry up, wake up."
"America.." He said louder. But he did not respond.
"America!" He screamed with fear as he shook him frantically. "America, wake up, please! Don't leave me now! You can't leave me! Don't do this please! Don't…" England shrieked as tears ran down his cheeks.
He placed his cheek near his face and felt a faint breath from America.
He's still alive… but he's not doing so well.. I need to get him to the hospital.
He carried America to his car and drove to the nearest hospital. He cried the whole way. He did not want America to go. It was too early, and he was too young.
Once he got there, he ran inside as fast as he could. He stood by the front desk with America in his arms. Because of the sickness, his body was losing a lot of weight.
"Doctor, I need a doctor, hurry!" He screamed as he stood with impatience.
A nurse ran up to him with a gurney and instructed him to set America in. England placed him in, and watched as he was wheeled into the emergency room. He followed behind but was instructed to stay out of the ER.
"I'm not staying out here! I am going in there with him!" He demanded, but did not get what he wanted.
The doctors and nurses made him sit outside the whole time. He paced back and forth frantically. England leaned against the wall beat his head on it. He sat in a chair and cried in his hands. He waited for what seemed like forever.
Arthur walked to the nearest pay phone and called Japan's house. He waited as it rang and rang, and he became as impatient as ever.
"Hello?"
"Japan?"
"England? What happened?"
"Japan, I'm at the hospital… America is not doing so well… you may want to come down here. I don't know if he has much longer." He said as he cried more.
"Oh my.. I'll be there immediately." Japan stated as he hung up the phone.
Japan arrived about ten minutes later and ran to him.
"Have you seen him yet?" He asked quietly.
"No…" England said as his face turned even more pale that it already was.
They stood in the waiting room for what seemed like forever. A doctor walked out with his head down and England prepared for the worst. His stomach churned, and his throat tightened. The doctor walked up to them slowly. England felt like everything was happening in slow motion. He felt like all his senses had stopped. He couldn't hear, see, smell, nor taste or feel. He wad in shock. He didn't even know what the news were going to be, but he expected the worst.
"Well." The doctor started, "You may see him now if you choose."
England lifted his head. See him? So he is okay?
"How is he..?" Japan asked.
"He is alright for the moment. We are not sure how much longer he will last." The doctor turned his head down as if he was doubtful.
"You can see him first, Japan.." England said solemnly.
Japan hugged him hesitantly and reassuringly. "Okay, i won't be long…"
England hugged him back and nodded on his shoulder.
He waited impatiently while Japan spent some time with America alone. He reminisced about everything that they had done together.
He remembered the time they spent in the fields, the walks they went for on the beach. Their marriage. He remembered their pond and the times they bathed there.
Japan walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder,
"you can see him now.." He said quietly.
Oh mah gah! I'm so evil! D:
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