Guest: Actually, Chalan was the one who had the power of growing trees and branches (they aren't leaving because since they don't know what Freland can do, they don't want to risk the lives of Wales and China by trying to escape). Sorry that wasn't clear enough.

Warning: There will be a lot of character jumps (just between 2 characters though). You will see why I did it as you read it.

I don't own Hetalia.

I sighed and bit my lip as I kept on staring at Wales, like my gaze could lift her out her coma-like state. But my sister didn't wake up. I lifted my gaze and saw that China, who was on the next bed over, was also still in a coma-like state. Japan, who was keeping watch over him along with Russia, met my gaze. He gave me a small smile, which seemed to contrast harshly with the fear and anxiety in his eyes.

I sighed yet again as I laid my head in my open hands. It had been a few hours since I came here and saved England's life. When we found out that Wales had developed a high fever, we all decided to put her and China in the same room so that we could monitor both of them together closely. But after that decision was made plus the one where Germany decided he will keep watch, nothing has happened.

Freland has yet to appear and both China and Wales haven't yet got at least a little bit better. I lifted my head a bit and took ahold of Wales' hand and grasped it tight. A part of me hoped that she will grasp it back, telling me that she was going to be okay. She didn't have to say anything, she just had to grasp my hand tightly back. But despite my wish, Wales' hand still remained limp in my hand.

"What was it like?" Startled by the sudden question from Canada, I looked at my brother, who was gazing at me intently from the other side of the bed.

"What was what like?" I asked back, confused.

"When you were…dead." Oh. I sighed as I turn my gaze back to Wales, who was still very pale.

"I don't remember," I responded truthfully. "At one moment I was getting burned to death by Prya and then you were hugging me while laughing and crying at the same time. Why?"

"I…I guess…I just wanted to kind of know what Wales must be feeling right now…" Canada said softly.

"Wales isn't dead!" England stated a bit loudly. I glanced at my older brother beside me, who had been very quiet and solemn till now.

"I know…but she almost is," Canada said even softly. "She almost is." I gritted my teeth as I gave my dear sister's hand another tight squeeze. No!

"Wales isn't going to die!" I said fiercely. "She will pull through and be alright, we just got to keep on having hope and take care of her! You didn't lose hope till after you laid my soldier against my ashes, and what was your award?"

"Your ashes were enveloped in a huge swirling mass of white light till your body appeared," said Canada with a reminiscing smile. "I was so happy that when your face appeared, I couldn't hold it in anymore and I just jumped onto you and started hugging."

"Exactly. If we keep on having hope and helping her heal, she will…" I started to say when England interrupted me.

"SHE STOPPED BREATHING!"

HHHH

Everything was dark. Except for a white-yellow light a good bit ahead of me. Since I didn't know where I was or what had happened, I decided to just walk down the staircase. It must have been the right decision because as I took each step, everything from my head and my feet began to feel better and dare to say, even new. Even my heart began to feel lighter and lighter as I got closer to the light.

HHHH

My heart skipped a beat and my blood froze with crippling fear. No…no…NO!

"WALES!" cried Italy as he suddenly barged into the room and ran straight to Wales' bed, with Prussia following close behind him. France was right behind them, only stopping to put down a tray of salad and garlic bread on a small table.

"No!" exclaimed Canada desperately as he started to give Wales CPR.

"C'mon Wales, c'mon!" yelled England as Canada gave Wales compression after compression. But Wales wasn't coming back to life. My now rapidly beating heart in my throat, I just stood there, unable to say a word or move. This…this can't be happening…

HHHH

Finally, I had reached the end of the staircase. A few feet in front of me, I could see that the warm light was shining behind a black door. I thus continued to walk towards the door, feeling better and lighter as I did so.

HHHH

"C'mon Wales, you can't die on me, not again! Please, I can't go through that again! Please, come back to me!" exclaimed England as he took the CPR over from Canada. However, Wales still didn't come back to life. Wales…come back…we…we were supposed to reunite…laughing and crying and hugging…the whole shebang.

"C'mon Italy…let's clean up the pasta you threw on the floor," said France solemnly, who looked like he was trying not to cry as he tugged on the crying Italy's arm.

"No! I don't care about the pasta!" cried Italy as he pulled his arm away from France. "I got to be here for Wales!" Wales…don't you hear him?

HHHH

Everything was still very silent when I arrived at the door. As I reached my hand out for the doorknob, I had the small and nearly unrecognizable warning that I shouldn't open the door. But I shrugged the feeling away, since I didn't see any problem with opening the door. Then my hand touched the doorknob and started to slowly turn it.

HHHH

"Breathe Wales breathe! Please Anna, please!" pleaded Canada.

"Wales-san…" said Japan, tears falling out of his eyes.

"Anna Kirkland, if you don't get your heart beating right now, I'll…I'll…" said England before he suddenly stopped giving Wales CPR and collapsed to the ground. He, along with Canada and Italy, started to sob uncontrollably. No…

"I…really wanted…to be her friend…" cried Prussia as he wiped his tears away. No…

"At least…she died honorably," said Russia, his own voice quivering. At that moment, at the sound of those words, I could speak. And I could move.

"NOO!" I yelled as I immediately started to give Wales CPR.

"America-san she's…" Japan started to say before I interrupted him.

"No she's not! Yes her heart isn't beating but that doesn't mean she's dead! There's still a chance!" I exclaimed as I continued to give my older but little sister compressions. But even though I was pumping with all my might, she still wasn't coming back to life.

"C'mon Wales…c'mon…" I said as my fear and anxiety threatened to drown me. The only reason why they didn't was because another, stronger feeling stopped them. Desperate hope. "DON'T YOU DARE GO TO THE LIGHT!"

HHHH

"DON'T YOU DARE GO TO THE LIGHT!" My hand, which was just about to open the door, stopped. A…America? What… Then suddenly, I remembered everything. I suddenly knew where I was.

What…what am I doing? If I have a chance to live...if I have a chance to not cause anybody any grief…I'm going to take it! I quickly took my hand away from the doorknob, like it had burned me. I then turned around and started to run up the stairs. Even though my body grew heavier and weaker with each step, I kept on going. I had to try to live. I had to try to see if I was right, and that was America's voice. I had to try to survive. I couldn't surrender.

HHHH

"You can't follow that blasted light…you got to live…you got to! I died so that everyone could live and survive, and that includes you! So you have to live, you hear me! You have to…" I cried desperately, tears welling up in my eyes, before I was interrupted. But I wasn't interrupted by a voice. I was interrupted by a sound of an intake of breath.

I stopped giving compressions, and listened carefully. C'mon, please don't let me be delusional…Then I heard it again. Wales was breathing. I quickly looked down at her chest and sure enough, it was moving slightly up and down. She's…she's alive. She came back…

"Oh my…" said France before he put his hand over his mouth.

"She's breathing! She's back! She's alive!" exclaimed Italy ecstatically. She's alive…

"She's alive England! She's alive!" exclaimed Canada as he sat on the edge of the bed and took her in his arms before hugging her unconscious body close.

"Thank goodness…just…thank goodness…" stammered a very relieved Japan as England got up from his collapsed position on the floor and saw the miracle for himself.

"You did it America! You brought her back!" exclaimed Prussia happily.

"Wales…" said England softly as he laid a hand on her forehead, the last of his tears falling down his cheeks. A corner of his lips curled upwards to a small but relieved smile. I myself wiped away my tears as my heart slowed down to its regular rate. She's alive…there's still hope.

"Good job Wales…good job," I said softly. Then suddenly, just as my fear and anxiety didn't threaten to drown me anymore, Germany rushed into the room, anticipation and fear in his eyes. Before we could react to his unexpected and fast intrusion, Germany spoke.

"Freland's coming!" At the very next instant, Freland appeared with an insane smile on his face. Right behind Germany.

0_0...I got nothing. Well...if you want to find out what happen next, please read the next chapter. Till then, please review and have a stress-free day/night!