I struggled to pull myself from the depths of merciful sleep. I really just wanted to rest a while longer as I felt tired yet, but I never could. I always had something to do. Too much and the child needed- I shot up. I rushed to get to the door, but I never made it out of the bed as my arm was caught. My newly regained vision took in a rather worried America.
"You need to stay-"
"Where is he?! What have you done to him?!"
"Nothing, he-"
"You expect me to believe that whole I was unconscious you didn't take the chance to hunt him down like an animal?"
The door opened causally, drawing both of our attention.
"He got away, Angleterre." The Frenchman sighed. "He got away like you wanted. Now just do yourself a favor and rest. You've been out for a week and I really would prefer you to not do that again over a misunderstanding. Please."
He… got away? I practically felt the stress leave me. I fell back, letting the weariness weigh me down. I could finally be at ease. He was ok. He was alive.
The fighting slowly ceased. The people were tired of the fighting. The island nation split from northeast to southwest in a jagged line after much more arguing over borders, but luckily nothing led to any more bloodshed.
Yeah I kind slacked it on this last chapter, but this needed to be ended before I stalled again. Happy 3 in the morning!