ALL FOR ONE, ONE FOR ALL
A/N: AGAIN my chapter title STINKS, I liked it better when I was introducing new characters saying "Meet _" like I did for Chapter Three XP
Also I don't own Hetalia, my friend Italy unknowingly convinced me to write this blah, blah, blah, ONWARD WITH THE STORY WITH THE BAD CHAPTER TITLE!
CHAPTER FIVE: Earplugs, Hospitals, and Trouble, Oh My!
It took a while but I had gotten through the crowds of reporters with Ames following close behind, all thanks to a pair of earplugs.
As we got inside the limo I heard Ames say, "And you said using earplugs was a dumb idea."
"Shut up." I growled, "The Loire Palace driver."
"Yes Mr. France." he replied
"Okay, so when we're there you're going to tell everyone what really happened. And in the end they'll say we can keep Lizzie for the remainder of the year."
"But I TOLD you what happened! I was in my room snoring when I smelled the fire, I tried to get out with Lizzie but a beam fell on her halfway there! I couldn't get her out and she forced me to leave!"
"…You never told me that."
"Yes I did."
"Oh gawd, WHY didn't you tell me that sooner?"
"I DID tell you earlier! I told you yesterday!"
The conversation continued like this until we reached the castles gates.
"No you didn't!"
"YES, I did!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"YES!"
I messed with my banes, WHAT was I going to do now?
I knew what Ames was doing however, making it sure that Lizzie never comes back home.
I glared at Ames, stomping on the stairs as I headed up without him.
As I sat down in my chair I felt like I was getting ready to have my death sentence carried out rather than have a meeting about Lizzie's well care.
"France…" Germany began scowling, this was NOT a good sign, "I understand your circumstances, but that does NOT excuse you from your responsibilities."
I watched him silently.
"First you act cruelly to her at the airport."
"I-I just didn't hug her or anything! I'm different now!" I tried
"Then, she tries to run away."
"Wh-WHAT?"
Romano waved a video in the air, "I KNEW there was a good reason for streetlight cameras."
"Then you leave her alone."
"I-I never did that! Ames was watching her!"
Romano walked up to us, "Same thing. Ames can't even watch over himself, YOU had to give him a room."
"Because Elisabet WANTED him to stay!"
"You allowed her to open the door for strangers."
"I was ASLEEP!"
"And then, you let a FIRE catch on your house WITH Lizzie inside."
"I didn't get home until after it had caught on fire!"
"And now…Lizzie, has a 50% of death or a coma now because of you."
(AMES' POV)
I watched Francis storm up the stairs gloomily.
He had depended on me AGAIN and I let him down.
What kind of friend was that?
A d**ned to h*ll one.
Shut up conscience.
I sighed as I walked outside and began kicking a random can.
I looked up wondering where I had wandered off to.
Angel Elijah's Hospital for Our Tiny Saints read the banner over where the name of the building would be.
Angel Elijah's Hospital… oh my gawd, it couldn't be?
I ran inside and only stopped at the receptionist's desk.
"Amy Anna Cheri please! Wh-Where is she?"
The woman looked me up and down, "What is your relationship to the child sir?"
"Wh-WHAT? What kind of question is THAT?"
"One man said he was her father and turned out to be the paparazzi sir, we have to take precautions now sir."
"I'm-I'm her uncle." I stammered, Hurry up and tell me the f**king room number already you b**ch, was what I WANTED to say.
"Name?"
"I TOLD you! Elisabet Anna Cheri!"
"YOUR name sir?" she rolled her eyes
"Ames Aalis Garcia." I groaned, tapping my foot impatiently
"…Uh huh…Hmm…Alrighty then, Room 306, on your right."
"THANK YOU." I said bluntly as I ran in the direction she had pointed
Room 398, 397, 396, 395, OH COME ON!
"Room 306…" I sighed happily as I slowed down
I put my head on the door after about 15 minutes of nonstop running I just wanted to rest real quick.
After about another 5 minutes I walked in.
My face turned from a smile into a look of sympathy.
Lizzie's skin was pale and burnt, they had to cut her hair in a Pixie style, what was not covered by bandages was poked through with holes.
"Lizzie…" I said quietly as I walked towards her
I brushed parts of her hair out of her face and stroked her cheek.
"It's all my fault… all my fault…" I half sobbed listening to the soft beat of the heart monitor
Then I felt something warm go against my hands and squeeze them.
I looked up at Lizzie, whose green eyes were half open, the other half filled with water.
"Uncle Ames…" she smiled a tear coming down from her eye
"Short Stuff!" I hugged her tightly
She groaned a bit as she tried to hug me back but was soon able to do it.
"The-the papers said you were in a c-coma though." I sniffed
"And here I thought I was asleep…" she smiled her precious smile
"Uncle?"
"Short Stuff?"
"Where's Papa?"