043. Nightmare

"It's probably about time to start working on dinner," Arthur stated as he started to get up from his chair.

"I got it," I assured him. I definitely didn't want to eat any of that… stuff he made last time he cooked. "You just go back to what you're doing.

"Okay?" he replied as he sat back in his chair.

I walked downstairs and into the kitchen as I decided on what to cook. Grabbing out the beef from the fridge, I started to prepare a local dish from my country called "Bragjoli." Grabbing out all the needed ingredients I started to prepare the dinner.

A little while later dinner was just about to be done.

Thump.

Thump.

"Arthur, dinner's almost-"

Thump…

Thump…

"Dinner's almost…"

Thump…

A blinding pain seared to the right of my right eyes and another pain roared right below my ribcage. I fell onto my knees.

"Wha-?"

"What about dinner Malta?" I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

Black covered my vision after that.

"Come on come on… wake up!" a familiar voice called. France? Italy? Wait, it was America, wasn't it?

"Come on… you need to hang in there!" No, it couldn't be him… didn't say anything about heroes.

"Wake up before I have a bloody heart attack!" the voice shouted.

Arthur.

"Calm down Iggy, I know how to cure this!"

"How?"

"With this!" Something… greasy was placed on my forehead.

"We already told you that hamburgers won't work you fucking yankee!" The burger was taken off my head as, assumingly, Arthur threw it at Alfred.

Definitely Arthur and Alfred.

I groaned as I sat up. What happened? I looked around… a hospital. But I thought I was in the kitchen?

"Hey Iggy! She's up!" a voice shouted as I turned my head to the source.

"…America?"

"Yep! The one and only hero!" he exclaimed as he gave me a thumbs up. "And I'm here to save the damsel in distress!"

"What are you talking about, you twit? I saved her, you just came over here after everything!"

The bickering ensued into I came into the conversation. "What happened?" I asked in a serious voice.

England was the first to stop as he turned to face me. "You're country… it was bombed. You've been out cold for two years as it continued."

My heart sank as my throat dried up. "How…" I looked at the bed sheets. "How many deaths?"

"… One thousand, four hundred and counting."

My grip on the bed sheets tightened as I tried to swallow back tears. "How bad is the damage?" My voice cracked in the middle of the sentence.

"Pretty bad," Alfred replied.

"Germany and Italy declared war against you, then the bombing started," Arthur explained. "We weren't ready, so they had the advantage. But they were driven out."

"Who drove them out?" I clamped my eyes shut as I started shaking.

"…I did," Arthur replied quietly.

"Thanks…" my voice caught as the tears finally spilled and I started to quietly sob.

My nightmare had came true.

Author's Notes

Okay, now you all are probably thinking; "What are you talking about, TNT? I have no idea clue what you're talking about!" Okay, well to those who do, yay! But to those who don't, this was an event during World War II called the Siege of Malta. Italy and Germany had bombed Malta for 2 years, I think, and caused 1,493 deaths and 3,674 wounded people out of a population of 270,000. Germany and Italy, who were fighting for this stragetically important island, flew a total of 3,000 bombing raids in a period of two years.

If you want to learn more, go to onto Wikipedia and look up "Siege of Malta".

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