Well, I'm back! :D I got such lovely reviews :D Thank you! 3 Anyways, here is the next chapter~ :D I hope you enjoy

Disclaimer: Still don't own Hetalia :)

Oh! And I wanted to mention that the setting is in America XD I forgot to write that last chapter~

England waited anxiously at the hospital. Him, France, Italy, Germany, Russia (He didn't know why Russia would want to see America though) and Mathew waited in the waiting room, staring nervously. No one spoke a word, not even Italy. It had been at least an hour since the accident and still, there was no word from the doctors. All they knew was that Alfred was in the emergency room.

Suddenly, a short, gray haired doctor walk into the room. He looked beyond tired, and stressed. All at once, the nations looked at him. England jumped up and rushed over to him,

"Is he alright? Tell me he's okay!" England almost exclaimed. He was beyond being a gentlemen right now. He just wanted to know that America was okay.

"Give me a second please." The American doctor said. Arthur backed off and shifted on his feet.

" is not in the best of conditions. Though he is doing a lot better than when he first got here, he is suffering from a punctured lung, a few broken ribs, fractured shoulder and head trauma. He is a lucky fellow to have survived the accident, I must say."

"So mon ami* is fine?" Francis asked also getting up to stand beside Arthur. Said person took a shaky breath and closed his eyes for a moment, before opening them again.

"May we see him?" He asked, eyeing the doctor. He would not take no for an answer, that's for sure. The doctor looked at the British-man wearily before slowly nodding.

"Usually I wouldn't allow visitors so soon, but I will allow it this time. Please be quite while you are in there. He needs as much rest as possible. The room is 274."

"Thank you." Arthur mumbled, making his way past the man. The other nations followed behind him, talking amongst themselves. Though France kept in step beside England.

"Are you okay, Angleterre*?" It was rare to see his uptight English friend so upset. It made him worry.

"Does it look like I'm okay, you frog?" Arthur snapped at him. He wasn't in the mood to deal with Francis right now, let alone the others. When he reached the room, he took a deep breath and opened the door. What he saw made him want to break down a cry again.

Alfred, for some odd reason looking so much younger, his face looking like it was smaller than before. Not to mention he also looked like a mummy. Bandages were wrapped tightly around his head and chest, along with various patches. His face had a purple-yellow bruise blooming on his cheek and had an air mask around his mouth and nose. Arthur could still see a little bit of dried blood on his golden wheat hair.

Swallowing the tears, Arthur rushed forward, and grabbed the Americans hand, avoiding the wires and to much movement, for fear of hurting him.

"Oh America...Please, wake up. Let me see your eyes." He murmured, barrying his head in Alfreds' neck, gently.

"Vee, Germany, is Arthur and Alfred going to be alright?" Italyy pipped up, looking at the stone faced German. Italy watched the heart breaking seen of Arthur crying into Alfred's neck.

"Ja...They will be eventually." Was all Germany said. He got the odd sense that he was intruding and turned to the door, stepping out with Italy behind his feet. He just had to see Alfred for himself. Just to make sure he was alright.

Mathew, who was unnoticed, stepped up to the other side of the hospital bed, and gazed into his twins face. Something was definently off about his brother. His face seemed smaller...A little pudgier.

When Arthur pulled away, he took in a stuttered breath and sat in the chair beside the bed. He composed himself and wiped the tears. He was a gentlemen, and gentlemen do not cry.

It seemed like forever had gone by. Slowly, the remaining nations left, leaving only Arthur and Alfred in the room. Arthur never left the chair since he sat there, and kept his eyes glued to the American, dispite being tired from the days horrible events. This was the first time he'd seen Alfred so broken since his Civil War. Alfred was strong though. He could pull through. Besides, it's not like his country was attacked or there was a natural disaster. He was just hit by a truck.

"Argh..." A soft groan broke through the silence of the room. Immediately Arthur jumped out of the bed and grabbed the Americans hand.

"America? Alfred, can you here me?" Blue eyes met his and Arthur gave a half-hearted smile.

"A-Arthur?"His voice slightly muffled by the mask. America paused and groaned again, "Where a-am I?" He didn't remember what happened. But, when he tried to remember anything at all, the only thing that came to his mind was his name and Arthur. What had happened?

"Yes, I'm here. You are in the hospital, Alfred. You got into an accident after saving a little girl." Arthur could clearly see the confusion in his eyes.

"I saved someone?" Alfred questioned. He didn't remember that.

"You did. Do you not remember?" The American shock his head slowly. "Tell me what you do remember, Alfie." The old nickname slipped Arthur's tongue before he could stop it. He watched Alfreds' face closely, watching as his face contorted.

"A-ah...I don't know...My head hurts. I r-remember you," He looked around thoughtfully before he continued, "I-I can't remember anything else..."

"Shit..." Arthur muttered. Did this mean he couldn't remember that he was a nation? God, he hoped not. "What does the name America mean to you?" England asked wearily.

"U-um...It's the place I live in...Right?" England's eyes widened. He really didn't remember.

At that moment, the same doctor from before came in, followed by a nurse.

"Ah, it's good to see you are awake, . How are you feeling this evening?" The doctor asked kindly, while the nurse checked the machines that were hooked up to Alfred.

"M-my body really hurts..." He said shyly. The doctor scribbled some stuff on his notepad before he stepped up to Alfred and extended his hand.

"Well, , you are a very lucky boy. Most people wouldn't have been able to survive that. By the way, I'm going to be your doctor while you are here. You may call me ." Alfred took his hand shook it before he let his hand drop.

", may I have a word with you?" Arthur asked, walking to the man.

"Oh, why yes, of course." Both men stepped out of the room. When the door shut behind them, Arthur faced the man.

"It seems that Alfred has lost his memory, though he still retains the memory of me. Well, at least the fact that he knew, and was close to me. Otherwise, he can't remember anything else."

"Ah, that's troublesome. I will do some x-rays to see where the problem is. I'm really not at all surprised that he has lost his memory. He came here with a nasty gash on his head." Arthur nodded.

Alfred hurt. His entire body practically screamed in pain as he lay as still as he possibly could. The nurse had said she was going to give him something to make the pain go away and walked out of the room. Arthur and the other man, , also stepped out of the room, leaving him alone. He whimpered, both from pain and being alone.

When he was about to call for Arthur, he walked into the room. He smiled at Alfred and walk over to the seat he had earlier claimed. Not a minute after Arthur walked in, the nurse came back, but with an injection, filled with a purple looking liquid.

"Now this will take the pain away, alright?" She smiled sweetly and took a swab and alcohol to the area where his elbow bent. Once cleaned, the slowly stuck the needle in, causing Alfred to wince. When the medicine was gone, she pulled the needle out and smiled again, leaving the room.

There was an awkward silence in the room as both the blondes stared at each other. Neither knew what to say. What was there to say? Alfred really didn't have anything to say. Well he did want to ask what Arthur knew about his past, and how he only knew who Arthur was, but he kept his mouth shut instead. It wasn't until Arthurs phone started ringing that the silence was over.

"Hullo?" Arthur spoke into the phone. Alfred watched him.

"Hello, Arthur. It's Canada."

"Who?" Arthur's eye brows knited together, which made Alfred giggle.

"Alfred's brother."

"O-oh, yes, I knew that. Anyways, what has you calling?"

"I wanted to see if Alfred was doing okay...I'm really worried. Is he awake?"

"Yes, he's awake. I have some unfortunante news though."

"W-what is it?"

"It seems America has lost his memory. The only thing he remembers is me."

"He lost his memory? Oh no! He doesn't even remember me?"

"Sadly, no. He doesn't. I don't know why he only remembers me. It's quite strange."

"I-I see. I have to go. Goodbye England."

"Goodbye." England ended the call and stuffed the phone back into his pocket. He looked at America and caught his gaze.

"Why did you call me America?"

Oh, how was he going to explain this...?

A/N: So...I don't know if I liked the way this chapter went XD I get suuuuuper lazy when there's like more than at least 3 people in the room, so I didn't know what to make Russia, Germany, and Italy say, ya know? I'm going to work on that though! ;D

Translations:

Mon ami- My friend-French

Angleterre- England- French

Sorry for any errors and such! D: I re-read it to make sure there wasn't, but ya know, I'm only human XD Or am I..? Jkjkjk

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