A/N: Sorry I haven't updated for a few weeks, but Christmas was coming up, and I was super busy, y'know?
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
Once the six nations arrived back at Scotland's house, Italy immediately ran to Japan and all but leapt on the unsuspecting nation, tears rolling down his cheeks and wailing about Australia making him cry. Of course, he was extremely loud, so everyone else heard him.
"Oh God, what did you this time?" America put his hands on his hips as he raised an eyebrow at Australia.
"That is none of your business, America." New Zealand snapped, standing between the two.
"Uh…okay then." Shrugging, the American noticed Canada and grinned at him. "Hey bro! So, how'd it go?"
Canada sighed and shook his head, albeit smiling. "Just fine, America. You would know if you'd come with us like you were supposed to instead of running away with the others."
America stuttered as he tried to come up with a coherent sentence, before simply huffing and walking away.
"You know, we never actually decided something important." Scotland suddenly spoke up, catching the attention of everyone, who turned to face him.
"Like what?" France tilted his head to the side in confusion.
"Who's gonna drive England from the hospital?"
It only took about three seconds for that question to sink in before they were all arguing deafeningly with each other.
"Alright, alright!" The Scot raised his hands in an attempt to get them under control. When that didn't work, he opted for a more…aggressive approach. "Oi!" He bellowed. "Shut it, ye noisy beggars!"
It worked, but America soon started laughing and pointing at him. "You said 'ye'! Instead of 'you'! And-and you-" The rest of his next comment was cut off by Scotland strangling the American.
"Don't you dare make fun of my accent, America, or I will show you no mercy!" He spat before glaring at the others.
"Hey, don't worry mate, none of us are gonna make fun of your accent; America's the only asshole here!" Australia raised his hands to show he meant no harm as he spoke.
"I'm no-t an assho-le – dude, I ca-n't brea-the!" America choked out as the grip got tighter.
"Good." Was all the Scot said, with no emotion in his voice.
"Okay, let's all calm down. Scotland-san, please release America-san from your chokehold. I think it's actually working. And America-san, apologise to Scotland-san for making fun of him." Japan instructed calmly.
Grumbling, Scotland obeyed him and America fell to his knees, panting. "S-sorry." He gasped breathlessly, rubbing his throat.
"So, who is gonna get England?" Ireland asked, glancing round.
"Since he's coming to my house, I think it's only fitting for me to get him." Scotland proposed.
"Whoa dude, that is so not fair!" America protested.
"I will get him." France stated, surprising them all.
"Huh? Why you, France?" New Zealand frowned.
"Well, because I've known him for a long time and I'll tell you this now – I'm one of the best options that he'd want here." The Frenchman explained.
"'One of the best options'? Who're the others?" Wales asked curiously.
The blonde hummed thoughtfully before ticking names off his fingers. "Me, New Zealand, Canada, Japan and-" He cut himself off before he said the last name, biting his lip.
"I bet I'm the last one, right?" America grinned, but it faded as France shook his head.
"No, but…I'm not going to finish what I was saying. You'll know when Anglete-I mean, England – wants you to know." He clapped his hands together as he changed the subject to his original statement. "So it's decided; I will drive England here when he's discharged, oui?" (Oui is French for yes and France was about to say 'Angleterre', which is French for England)
America frowned. "Do you need the toilet or something?"
France stared at him before understanding and narrowing his eyes. "I said 'oui', not 'wee', thank you very much, America, and are you making fun of my language?"
"N-no, I was just-"
"Because if you are, then I'll assist Scotland in strangling the life out of you."
Scotland grinned, and flexed his fingers, making America shudder.
"Uh…n-no, I meant nothing by it. I…just heard you wrong, yeah?" The American stuttered.
France chuckled. "Relax, America."
"He'll be coming home soon, won't he, ve~?" Italy whispered to Japan.
The eastern nation smiled and nodded. "That's right. England-san's going to be just fine, I know it."
The Italian beamed. "Great! I'll go make some pasta, then!"
~Discharge Day~
It was late morning when France left, nearly 11:30. The journey from Scotland's house to England's hospital room seemed to be nothing more than a blur, as if the Frenchman was in autopilot.
"France? What are you doing here?" That snapped him out of his daze, and he beamed at the sight of England sat up and frowning at him.
"Ah! England! You're being discharged today, remember? So I came to get you!"
"And take me where? I have a strong feeling that you're not going to drop me off at my house. Is that correct?" The Brit asked, with faint traces of suspicion in his voice.
"Now, why would I leave you alone?" The cheerfulness in his voice disappeared as he added in a low voice, "One of the worst things to do to a depressed person is to leave them alone to their thoughts." However, he quickly recovered his positivity. "No, you're going to Scotland's house! The whole gang's there, you see, so we can make sure you don't be a bad boy."
England hummed in slight amusement. "You sounded like Russia a bit then." His face darkened. "But what do you mean by 'the whole gang'?"
"Simple: everyone that's come to see you, of course – when you were awake, I mean. We're all crashing at Scotland's house, waiting for you to wake up!"
"What about Rus- I mean-"
"No, Russia's not there. I found it surprising that he was there, to be honest. Apparently he ran into the others that first came to see you. Why was he here? Do you know?"
"Just visiting, is all."
"Hmm…" Then a question struck France. "By the way, could you hear anything while you were in a coma? Like, conversations or anything?"
Unsure of how to answer, England simply asked, "Why?"
France unceremoniously fell into the nearest chair and slouched. "'Cause Scotland was boasting about how he'd managed to get you to talk."
"Uh…yeah, that did happen."
"Really?" He perked up slightly. "What did you say?"
The Brit tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I think I told him to 'shut up' or something."
The continental nation laughed. "I'll be sure to tell him that. I can imagine his face!" After he finished laughing, he got serious. "But I think it's high time we got you back into your normal clothes and back where you belong." He held up a plastic bag with jeans, shoes, a t-shirt and a jacket in them. "I brought these since your other clothes may have blood on them. I'm aware that someone probably would have washed them, but still. Make sense?"
"Not really." Despite this, England had pulled back the covers and grabbed the bag, before pushing France out the door so he could get changed in peace.
It didn't take long until England, dressed in his own clothes, walked out of the room.
"That was fast! Anyway, let's go, yeah? You've been gone for too long."
Reluctantly, England agreed, and the pair set off towards the exit, but not before briefly going to reception and signing the discharge papers.
"Why did you take the car?" The Brit asked as he stood before the car.
"Because I didn't want to risk walking with your weak lamb legs." France unlocked it and climbed into the driver's seat.
"'Lamb legs'?" England echoed. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, nothing. Now, are you going to stand out there all day or get in?"
He grumbled something under his breath as he sat in the passenger seat, before frowning at something that looked like a dent on the bonnet. "Why is there a dent?"
"Hmm? Oh, that was when Scotland picked America up from the airport. Turns out, they're not the greatest drivers."
"Ah. I see." The engine rumbled to life and the car accelerated forward.
There was a short silence, before England muttered, "So, you drew the short stick, huh?"
"'Short stick'? What do you mean?"
"Well, I'm sure no-one wanted to get me."
France slammed the brakes on so forcefully that the screeching of tyres was deafening.
"Are you crazy?! Are you trying to kill us?!" The Brit yelled.
"Are you crazy?! They were arguing so much over who was going to go because they all wanted to come and get you! In the end, I won by saying I know how you'd want to pick you up."
The island nation tensed. "Did you say them?" He asked in a cautious tone.
"Don't worry, I didn't say the last one. I did say the others."
"Repeat what you said. Word for word. Now."
"Let me pull over first then." He indicated left before temporarily parking on the kerb, near a tree.
"Did you say it to everyone?"
"Yeah." He took a deep breath before repeating, "I said 'Me, New Zealand, Canada, Japan and-' and then I stopped there. They got a bit suspicious, but I didn't say his name."
"Was he there?"
France nodded. "Yes, but I don't think he suspects that it was him."
"Good." England sighed with relief. "I don't want him to find out that I feel comfortable around him. God, I'd never hear the end of it; and imagine the others' reactions!"
The Frenchman reached over and patted the Brit's shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry; you and I are the only people who know. And you can trust me, can't you?"
He nodded. "Yeah."
France brightened up. "Good. Now, we better get going before they start wondering where we've gone!"
"…Alright."
He noticed his reluctance easily. "Oh c'mon, it'll be great! Trust me, nothing bad will happen."
"You've just jinxed it."
"Ah well, that's what you think. I have a…magic touch, you see." He winked.
England rolled his eyes. "Sure. If you have a 'magic touch', then I must be bloody Merlin."
"Er…who is 'Merlin'?"
A menacing aura seemed to fill the car in seconds. "Say that again and you will be forever cursed in the worst ways."
"O-okay then."
Huffing, the Brit turned his head to gaze out the window, conflicted between looking forward to arriving at Scotland's house and dreading it.
A/N: Yeah, kind of a filler chapter, but hey, at least I finally updated, right?
And please don't take any offence by America mocking Scotland's accent. I have a messed-up accent, as in I'm British, but my accent changes to all sorts without warning. There's really posh English, Cockney, Scottish, Irish, German, Italian, Finnish, Russian, Chinese, Japanese, Australian, American and Canadian. At least.
Now, I don't know why, but a few days ago I was talking to someone, and one of my sentences had such a messed-up accent change that it went from Australian to Cockney to Scottish. In one goddamn sentence. Completely unintentional.
However, I think it probably started being weird when I watched Hetalia and heard so many different accents and then my accent began changing all over the place, y'know?
Oh, and on the topic of accents (don't worry; last thing til I go hibernate), one of my life goals is to come across an accent which I can't stand. You know how people say that there's at least one accent that annoys them? Well, I have yet to find one that annoys me, since I love all accents. Do you guys find any accents annoying? I'd love to know. Just 'cause.
Anyway, I'm going to go hibernate. Enjoy the last few days of 2016!
Bye~