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Chapter 7

"I'm sorry sirs," the ginger haired nurse said again her attitude turning more and more hostile with each argument England and the others put up. "He made it clear that he only wants to see Mr. Williams. Now if you could please leave-"

"No, you don't understand, miss," England insisted, interrupting her mid-speech. "I need to see him! Please! We all do there's something we need to say!"

England gestured to Canada, France, Japan, and many other nations with him in the hospital waiting room.

The nurse closed her eyes and took a deep breath. And when she opened her eyes, she gave an unnervingly calm smile.

"Sir," she said calmly, "I'm sorry but you and the rest of your friends will have to come back later if you want to see Mr. Jones. He wished to speak to Mathew Williams, no one else." She grabbed Canada by the arm and pulled him to stand next to her. "Now if you excuse me."

She made way to leave with Mathew in toe. The said Canadian cast an apologetic glance at the group behind him

'Did America hurt so much that he really doesn't want to see me?' he thought incredulously to himself.

He watched as Mathew pulled the young nurse aside and spoke softly to her. Mathew occasionally gestured back at them from time to time.

"What do you think he's saying?" Italy whimpered to no one in particular.

No one responded to the Italians question and England made an effort not to face him.

Mathew nodded to the nurse and she stayed back as he made his way back to him.

"She said I can take a message," Mathew said his eyes listless.

"What?" England asked, somewhat surprised at the Canadian's statement.

"I can take a message," the Canadian repeated. "I couldn't get her to let you come but I can take a message to Alfred. So, whatever you want to say just say it and I'll deliver it."

England chewed on the inside of his cheek. What did he want to say? I love you? Are you okay? The bastard that did this to is behind bars?

"Just tell him," he began. "I'm sorry and I still love him. I would do anything to take back what I did. Just please forgive me."

Canada nodded sympathetically. His violet eyes were still flat and lacked its usual life but were still full of tears.

"Of course," Mathew whispered trying his best to smile, tugging at England's heartstrings. Mathew then turned to France. "Je vous verrai plus tard. Je vais vous donner Alfred votre amour."

France smiled sadly in reply and said, "Merci."

He watched as Mathew returned back to the nurse and the too walked away.

He looked back at the other nations who had taken seats in the waiting room. France was gesturing him to take a seat.

He absentmindedly took a seat, his mind miles away. He only hoped and prayed that America would forgive him.

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Mathew walked in awkward silence with the nurse. He felt kind of odd leaving to see his brother without anyone else. He had at least expected to have France and England with him.

He was never really fond of hospitals. They were so clean and so plain. You never saw a colorful hospital. Hospitals were always clean, bright, and unfeeling.

His attention turned to the fiery nurse. He watched as her ginger ponytail bounced up and down with every step she took. Her ginger hair seemed to compliment her navy blue scrubs. She walked with purpose with a determination with each step.

She stopped abruptly and he nearly ran into her.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "My mind was…wandering."

"You're fine," she said turning to him. "Your brother's right in here."

She opened the door revealing a sleeping America in a hospital gown and all.

"Mr. Jones, Mathew's here," she said softly. "Mr. Jones? Please wake up."

Alfred stirred slightly at her words. He groaned and blinked his sky blue eyes, chasing away the sleep from his mind. His face looked bare without his glasses that were on a table nearby.

"Hey, Charlie," Alfred said groggily a smile lighting his face.

The ginger, Charlie, rolled her eyes and gave a small laugh.

"It's Charlotte," she chided gently. "But that's beside the point. Mr. Williams is here."

America sat up, suddenly more alert. He turned to face him.

Mathew could see his brother more fully now. His left arm was in a white cast almost hidden by his light green hospital gown. His free arm was bruised and with every turn his body took he seemed to wince in pain.

"Alfred," he whispered, immediately taking a seat in the chair beside the hospital bed.

'Al, what did they do to you?' he wondered.

"It's nothing, Mattie," he brother shrugged. "It's just a scratch.

"A scratch!" he nearly squawked. "Just a scratch? Alfred, after what you've been through. The sexual abuse, the betrayal… and I wasn't there for you."

His brother reached over and took his hand squeezing it tightly.

"You're here now. That's what matters."

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Charlotte felt her heart travel to her throat as she made her way back to the waiting room.

When she first began caring for Alfred, she tried not to concern herself on how he got his injuries. She decided to; instead, busy herself with treating his injuries.

But now all those unanswered questions were finally coming to the surface after hearing Mathew and Alfred talk. How did he get those injuries? Why did he always flinch away from a male doctor's touch? Why did he have this weary air around him?

She fought back her fear as she marched back to talk to the Briton. She had to be strong, for her patient.

'It's nothing,' she thought over and over again. 'You can do this.'

She took a deep breath, standing outside the waiting room doors. She chewed on the inside of her cheek and closed her eyes.

She pushed open door and stepped slowly into the room. Majority of the UN representatives were still in the room. The French representative was busy harassing the British one. The Japanese representative was squeezed uncomfortably on a couch between one the Italian representatives and the German representative.

As she made her way to their corner of the room, attention turned to her.

"How is he?"

"Can we see him now, se il vous plait?"

"Ve- does he forgive me?"

She ignored their questions and turned to the Briton. She felt her boiling emotions just lose control when she stared at him.

"Miss, is Alfred available to take vi-"

Smack!

She breathed heavily as the Briton lifted his hand to his face in shock. He stared at her in disbelief, emerald green eyes wide in alarm.

"What was that-"

"That was for Alfred you son of a bitch!" she spat. "You of all people should have known. You should have believed him."

"How did you know?" he asked still in shock.

"I heard Mathew and Alfred talking," she said still furious at the Briton.

The Briton seemed to fall apart in front of her first recoiling at her words, then running into the Frenchman's embrace.

She would have pitied him but there was no pity in her heart for him. Not after what happened. She couldn't forgive that.

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AN: Okay, this is again un-betaed. I'm so sorry to my amazing beta, Midnight Alexis Thorn.I'm not happy with the chapter but I figured that it was okay enough to publish. Any who, it's snowing! I love show but I hate the cold! But I live down south, in Georgia (USA), and seldom snows so I'm going to enjoy it while it lasts.

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