GAH School is being evil right now, but I have way too much time during Spanish class. Most of this was written there.

I could only wish I owned Hetalia.

America turned a brilliant shade of pink as Russia hurried away. Go figure, I can make Russia uncomfortable. I sat across from my older brother, and rested my chin in my hands.

"You idiot, why'd you do that?" America whined. I laughed.

Sighing, I said, "I've told you what I think of you and him. He'll hurt you, if you get too close to him."

America turned away for a moment and muttered. "You wanted to talk about Iggy?"

"He wants to make sure you're okay, you've been acting odd lately."

America shifted uncomfortably. "I'm fine." He looked a little angry at me. "How's he?"

"Recovering, desperate to get out of the hospital. The current usual."

Silence.

"What? Why are you giving me that look?"

"You're a hypocrite!"

I shrank in my seat. I didn't like being yelled at. He towered over me.

"You didn't want anyone to give a damn about you while you were in the hospital, with almost half the bones in your body broken, and yet you're babying England! You're making a freaking mountain out a molehill for God's sake!"

He breathed heavily. I didn't tell him that he was wrong that I didn't want anyone to care about me in the hospital.

"Are you okay?" I muttered.

"I over-reacted..."

I shook my head. Although it was forced, he was trying. "I needed to hear it." I lied.

America slapped my shoulder.

I squirmed. "I've got to go... see you around."

I sped out of the cafe, practically diving into my rental car. Prussia stared at me, and muttered. "You owe me for waiting here for you."

"I'll pay you back, don't worry." I laughed.

I sat on my bed in our hotel room. I didn't want to think about where the conversation had gone after that. Prussia would be pissed if I mentioned any more about it. So I sat there silently as he ordered take-out for us. I wasn't one hundred percent sure what he was ordering, until he said something about a submarine. Then I clued in.

He hung up the phone, and sat next to me. He was going to talk about the conversation, wasn't he?

"Canada, why is all this fucking affecting you like this?"

I told him shakily. About the drunk driver, the weeks in hospital and yet no one ever saw me. How America was the only one who seemed to give a rat's ass about me. About how he made up the story that I didn't want visitors, that I wanted to recover in peace.

Prussia held me tightly. "He didn't tell anyone about you in the hospital. No one knew. If we'd found out, I wouldn't have left you alone. He said you were on vacation."

My hands balled into fists. It was over, why am I getting worked up over this? Prussia leapt off the bed at the sound of a knock on the door, and came back holding two subs. I grabbed mine hungrily, and we sat together, and ate. Silence. I turned on the TV to lighten the atmosphere. It was quickly a disaster. Horror movies.

I finished my sub, and went to change. Prussia stopped me. "Are you trying to hide something?"

I shrugged, "Just not comfortable changing in an open room, that's all."

I hurried to the washroom, and shut the door. Pulling my shirt off, I saw the scar from the accident. A piece of broken metal, wedged between the airbag and myself. It had dug into my chest, and broke a few of my ribs.

I changed quickly, and crawled into bed. Prussia, being the person he was, had (probably as a spur of the moment decision) already gone to bed. I shut my eyes, and relaxed.

My dreams were filled with screeching tires and the beeping of a heart monitor.

I was pulled from my unconscious state by a sudden pressure on my chest, and throat. I opened my eyes, to stare into the face of a masked intruder, who was conveniently holding a knife to my throat. My eyes darted to Prussia's bed. Though blurry, I could tell he was fast asleep. Asleep enough to run a bulldozer though the room without waking him up.

"Give up. Don't try and find the one who ran over him. It'll only lead to pain."

I tried to push him away, but he sank the knife into my right shoulder. I gasped in pain, tears spilling down my cheeks. The masked person (I'm going to presume is male by their voice), noticing Prussia stir in the other bed, broke my nose with the butt of his knife, and ran from the room. Blood covered my face. Prussia rolled over to stare at me, and swore, rather loudly.

He reached for his cell phone as he sat next to me, pulling me into his lap. He called an ambulance. But of course, I heard all about this afterwards. I had already passed out at this point in time.

Damn... how long have I been unconscious? I opened my eyes. White walls, fluorescent lighting, white sheets... a hospital? Wait a sec... do I hear snoring? I reached out, hoping to find my glasses. What I did find was Prussia. I had punched him in the face.

He practically fell out of his seat. "Tell me you're feeling better than two days ago."

"I'm sore as hell, thanks. So, what the hell's wrong with me, aside from the fact that I have a knife wound in the chest?"

He laughed. "Well, because of your nose, we can't have wonderful, amazing make out sessions for about a month. You are now ordered by a doctor, not just America and myself, to take it easy. Oh, and you're going to need help with everyday things such as moving and, well, other important things, until you're healed."

Oh... those important things. So much for hiding that scar from him. And I'd almost gotten away with it.

"Oh, by the way," Prussia continued, "America and France are coming, hopefully in the next few minutes."

I smiled gingerly. The next little while was going to be interesting. I stared at my knees until I heard the door swing open, and felt one of my older brothers wrap their arms around me. I looked up into the worried sapphire eyes of France.

"Mon petit, are you alright? How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. Please relax, 'cause if you keep hugging me like this you'll re-open the stab wound."

France let go of me, and sat on the bed, and twirled his fingers in my hair. I looked at all of them individually.

"I have a question for you. Maybe two."

"I have an answer for you. Maybe two. Ask away." Prussia stated.

America smacked him. "Quit being a smart-ass."

"Is this the same hospital England is in?"

"Oui." France answered softly.

"And did any of you have enough common sense to not tell him?"

"Relax, the Brit doesn't know anything."

"Don't insult him, he did raise you, after all." France snapped.

This is why I'm glad I'm invisible, because normally these discussions are when I'm not around.

I sighed, only to wince in pain. "Good. England you flip a shit if he knew."

"Yes... I would."

My jaw dropped as my violet eyes met the green eyes of England, sitting in a wheel chair in the doorway.

DUN DUN DUN.

Don't mind my derp. I had to end this chapter like this.

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