Matthew awoke with a start, his heart thumping inside his chest. Wide eyed, the Canadian could only look around the room in confusion.
He was currently lying on a hospital bed in a room with white walls. Beside him in a similar bed was Feliciano, still dead to the world. Then in front of him sat his friends and family.
Matthew's mood dampened when he realised that the other personifications hadn't even realised he had awoken yet, too busy arguing with one another.
Francis, Arthur, Ludwig and Alfred were having a loud enough argument about who knows what, whilst Ivan and Kiku sat back and watched quietly, neither having an opinion or much interest in the conversation. Lovino and Marcello were also in the room, although they were seated beside Feliciano.
Suddenly his violet eyes met Marcello's brilliant green pair and the Italian gave a start. The youngest brother glanced over at the loud nation's once again before turning back to Matthew with a smile.
"It's nice to see you're ok." Marcello's statement ceased the noise almost instantly as they turned to look at the young Italian. He could only give them a strained smile as he pointed to the bed Matthew was occupying.
This caused loud exclamations and sounds of joy to fill the room as the personifications gathered around the bed. Alfred gave his brother a pat on the head whilst Francis was nearly strangling the life from him, hugging him tightly.
"I'm fine. I feel a lot better." The blonde Canadian explained as he pulled himself up into a sitting position.
"That's great. I knew you'd be fine anyway!" Alfred laughed loudly, relief in his voice.
"I'm guessing we escaped. What happened after I was poisoned? What happened to Feliciano?" Matthew asked worriedly, he had no idea how his Italian friend had ended up in such a state.
"Well..." Alfred began, explaining everything that had happened since he had fallen unconscious. Matthew had been left shocked and slightly horrified.
"He saved you?"
"Yep." The bright eyed American sighed and his smile vanished.
It looked as if Alfred had wanted to say more but was interrupted by Francis.
"Oh I had forgotten about this!" The Frenchman held the black and white photograph, dusty book and stained toy.
"You kept those?!" Alfred asked loudly, looking and sounding normal again. "Why bother?"
"Well I was hoping we could get someone to translate for us..." Francis trailed off, his eyes as well as the other's eyes focusing on Lovino and Marcello.
"You two, could you translate something for us?" Ludwig asked the question causing both Italian's to look up at them.
Both approached the group, curious. Lovino was still scowling all the while though.
Francis handed them the ancient diary and the Italian's slowly started to read through it, flicking page after page. By the time they had finished both Marcello and Lovino's eyes were wide and they looked horrified at what they red.
"What is it?" Arthur asked the question on everybody's mind.
"I'm not translating that. Come on fratello lets go." Lovino muttered quietly and nearly threw the book back in their hands. He then grabbed his younger brother's hand and yanked him after him. Leaving the room as quick as possible and slamming the door loudly.
It was silent after that until Alfred spoke up.
"What the hell was that all about?!" The American asked no one in particular, nobody having a response.
"I'm guessing that whatever is written is bad." Kiku explained with a sigh. He took a seat beside Feliciano now that his brother's had left.
"Maybe Feliciano will be willing to translate?" Ivan stated the question, not sounding or looking as creepy as he had before travelling to the island.
"Why did we even go to that stupid island?" Arthur asked the rhetorical question as he too sat down.
Once again silence fell over the room before Alfred's stomach growled loudly, attracting everyone's attention.
"Let's get lunch!" The incredibly loud blonde exclaimed and headed for the door. "Who's coming?"
"I will." Ivan stated and moved towards Alfred. Francis and Ludwig joining them.
"I'm not hungry." Arthur waved them off. Kiku declining too.
"Alright then, we'll see you soon!" Alfred waved and the group exited the room. It instantly grew quiet again.
Arthur let out a sigh of relief and sat back in his chair, enjoying the peace and quiet of the room, save for the constant beeps of the machine Feli was hooked to.
Matthew noticed that the diary, photograph and toy had been left on the end of his bed. He reached down and took the old diary. Once the Canadian was comfortable he started flipping through the book. Although he couldn't understand a word, he continued to read the scrawled Italian. Matthew noticed darker patches on multiple pages, concluding that the owner of the diary had been crying when she had written those entries. It saddened him to think so.
He flipped another yellowed page and nearly dropped the book. A splattered red stain covered the two pages. It was old and faded and the writing could still be seen easily. It gave the blonde quite a shock though. He quickly moved past those pages finding more tear stains until he came to the second last page. The writing on that page was scrawled as if written in haste. The last page was blank.
Matthew placed the diary down, not knowing how long he had been kept up in the diary. The other's hadn't returned yet so it mustn't have been more than an hour.
Suddenly a ruffling of sheets made Kiku, Arthur and Matthew all turn towards Feliciano's bed, their eyes widening. The Italian's hands slowly gripping against the sheets, his eyelids fluttering.
Feliciano managed to open his eyes, then closing them straight after. The one's still in the room rushed to his side.
"Feliciano?" Kiku asked, his voice full of relief, a slight smile on his face.
"... Hmmm?" Said male replied and slowly opened his eyes once more, wincing at the brightness of the room.
"I'm glad you're ok." The dark haired Japanese male smiled. Feliciano gave a bright smile of his own.
"Thank god you're ok!" Matthew exclaimed from the other bed, the Italian moving his neck to smile at him.
"Yes I'm glad. We were all worried you know?" Arthur explained.
"Thank you." Feliciano's voice was slightly off, sounding hoarse from disuse.
He suddenly put a hand on his bandage covered chest, wincing from the pain. "My chest hurts really bad." He whined, the smile falling away to a pained expression.
"Thank you for saving my brother." Matthew was grateful.
"It's fine... it was nothing." Feli replied, wincing once more. Kiku moved towards the injured Italian.
"Do you want to sit up?"
"Sì, grazie." Kiku and Arthur moved to help the auburn haired Italian sit, moving the pillows behind him. The movement straining his chest.
Feliciano let out a cry of pain before covering his mouth. "I'm sorry." He apologised to both Kiku and Arthur who had moved away instantly.
"Don't apologise, it's not your fault." The blonde Brit was quick to state, Kiku saying something similar.
"We should get you off these machines. Kiku can you call the others?" Arthur stated and pushed the button that would call a doctor to their room. The Japanese male nodded and exited the room trying to find a phone.
Soon a male doctor arrived to the room and after inspecting the Italian, unplugged the machines and pulled the IV from his arm. Kiku returned at the same time the doctor left.
"They're on their way now." Arthur nodded at the statement, quite content.
So this is the second last chapter I believe, if I need to I'll make the last chapter longer.
Anyway I hope you liked it, and I'm sorry it took so long to update. We're on summer holidays but I've had no motivation to write, even though I want too. Thanks for reading.
-Ella