-Thanks everyone for waiting on this; I've been busy with school and stuff. This chapter may not be so great because of a serious case of writers block (another reason it took so long).
"Her condition's getting worse every day." Sakura thought to herself as she gazed upon the sleeping face of her friend Monika.
After Sealand had dropped everyone off they were brought to the same hospital as Monika by special request. When everyone was treated they all rushed to check on Monika in hopes that she had recovered and was awake, but sadly that wasn't the case. She was still in a coma and the doctors told them that unless she got better soon, she would die.
"Why won't you just wake up Monika-chan? We're all waiting for you, so why won't you wake up?" Sakura held back a hot pool of tears, her eyes glazing over.
"Feliciana misses you…I miss you…we all miss you Monika." She blinked away the sensation of crying. "I'm sorry we're stuck here."
"Sakura?" America popped his head in, half of his body still bandaged up from the burns only making feel Sakura feel worse.
"America-kun? Why aren't you in bed?" Sakura noticed that his jacket was gone.
"Pshhh, no mere burns can keep the hero down!" He tried to laugh but he flinched in pain when he took in a deep breath.
"America-kun, sit down…please!" She got up from her seat by Monika and made America sit there even though he slightly detested.
"Where's your jacket?" She asked nerviously.
"It burned up. Cool huh? It's going to be a pain to replace it though." He smiled brightly despite his burns.
She looked at the bandaging with solemn eyes. "It's my fault this happened." She muttered.
America looked at her with surprise. "N-no it isn't. What makes you say that?"
She was still holding back tears. "If I hadn't gotten caught in that fire you wouldn't have gotten hurt like this. It's all my fault…." She looked at the bandages with more intensity, but the more she did the more she wanted to cry.
"Sakura?" America looked at her with worry.
"It's all my fault…it's all my fault." She kept repeating this until she couldn't hold it in anymore. "AMERICA-KUN I'M SO SORRY!" She fell to the ground sobbing in her hands, the tears dripping down her arms to the floor.
"Sakura? What are you sorry about?" America tried to lean to touch her back but the bandages kept him from doing so.
She looked up at him and stood up, wiping the tears away with the sleeve of her new kimono. "Y-you're hurt and patched up b-because you save my life. If I hadn't been so reckless this wouldn't have happened; you wouldn't have been hurt and you would have probably been able to stay with the others! It's all my fault, all my fault, it's all my MPH…"
Her crying was stopped short by the sudden feeling of America's soft lips pressing against hers. He pulled her in closer though her body was completey stiff with shock; it was only when she was barely centimeters away did she relax and allow America to hold her, his arms snaking around her waist. It was almost embarrassing; the last…only other person that had ever kissed her was Chun, and that was on the cheek when she was a baby.
When America moved his head back they finally parted and both Sakura and America turned a shade of red. He looked over at her and smiled. "Sorry, but you're just so cute. I didn't like having to see you cry."
Sakura looked at him and a small smile, the first one in a while, cracked across her lips. "A-arigatou America-kun." She turned even redder.
Sakura and America stayed there together, America telling him stories of awesome heroes and princesses. Even though Sakura still worried over Monika who remained beside them in deep sleep, the love America gave her created something inside her that lit everything up. She was given hope.
Upstairs on the roof Anya was sitting there alone, drinking the sixth bottle of vodka that she had bought from the bar a block away. The entire bottle was nearly gone and her mind was clouded with depression and anxiety.
"Latvia's gone…Monika's gone…why is everyone leaving me again?" She slurred, her depression screwing with her tolerance of alcohol.
She bended over the railing on the roof and looked down at the sidewalk that was by the hospital, but everything was in double vision. She looked at her bottle of vodka, but accidentally let it go and it crashed on the sidewalk down below.
"Damn it. Better get it." She jumped on top of the railing and started to do random drunken things.
As she did this, the door behind her opened and China came out. "Anya are you out here? …ANYA!" He stumbled to her and reached out an arm.
"Get down from there Aru!"
"China?" She looked at him but lost her balance causing her to fall back towards the cement.
"ANYA!" China, as injured as he was, jumped to the railing and grabbed her hand, screaming in pain as he did so.
Anya looked at him in wonder. Even though he was in such terrible condition he would still save another. If people like him existed, that must mean that there are people in the world looking after each other, making sure that they didnt disappear.
"Anya you're slipping!" China screamed.
Before another second past she grabbed the railing with her other hand and pulled herself up. China collapsed to the floor and panted heavily, his wounds opening and blood trickling some.
Anya looked at him and smiled. "Thank you China."
He looked back at her, breathed, and then began.
"AIYA! ARE YOU CRAZY? WHAT WERE YOU DOING UP THERE ARU?!"
Anya blinked a couple times, his words soaking in. She bowed down her head. "Forgive me, I was not thinking, but you saved me. Thank you China, I owe you my life."
China blushed some and then looked away. "It was nothing, just don't do it again." He wanted to ask what she was really thinkin but decided against it in fear she would try to hurt herself again.
Anya smiled and they began to walk back to the ward. One of the nurse's ran up to them and made sure they were all right since they had been gone for so long. After that she brought China to his bed and Anya sat beside him for a short while.
When China had fallen asleep, Anya got up and looked at him. "Good night." She whispered as she left the room. "Thank you for saving my faith."
-That was a REALLY hard chapter to write. I had like no inspiration on this. It's like I have the beginning and the end, but everything else I just have to make up as I go. Thank you all for sticking with it. I know it's been a while since I've updated this story and I'm not sure when I will again, but I will. Like I said I'm not quitting on this story, because this story means WAY to much.