Trust UKUS

How are you supposed to trust anyone? When everyone you have ever loved has left you? I

gave you everything, all that I had, but nothing I ever did was good enough. I have, and

still do, loved all of you, despite everything that has ever happened. Well, I have

received your message. I have received it loud and clear.
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RING! RING! RING! RI- ‘ello?’ A tired voice whispered, its owner rubbing his eyes tiredly.

‘Turn on your tv right now!!!’ A panicked voice yelled, causing the man to rise. Not used to hearing terror in his ex-colonies voice, France did as he was told. A special bulletin flashed, and a shot of the London Bridge was shown, lights pointed down at the water below, divers disappearing and reappearing on the surface.

‘Just minutes ago, a man jumped off of the London Bridge, miraculously not hitting the Bridge as he fell down. Divers are frantically searching for the body, but have been unsuccessful as of now.’ The rest of the broadcast remained unheard, as France was already down in his car, speeding on his way to the United Kingdom. Arriving outside a small hospital, France jumped out, rushing inside, where the Prime Minister was waiting anxiously.

‘He’s in surgery right now.’ France growled, pushing past the man, stopping at a viewing window above the surgery room. Doctors rushed back and forth, calling out orders as they rushed to patch up the man on the table.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TIME SKIP~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Complete silence hung in the waiting room, as almost every nation waited to hear the results of the surgery. France spoke in hushed tones with a human who had arrived moments earlier, handing the nation a piece of paper, before leaving with a bow.

‘Vhat does it say?’ Germany spoke, his voice deep with grief. France unfolded the paper, and began to read, his voice ringing out clearly throughout the crowded room.

"...loud and cle’r.’ France stared down at the paper he held, blue eyes widened in horror.

‘W-We di’ this?’ Australia spoke up finally, his voice trembling in disbelief.

‘W-What have w-we d-done?’ Canada whispered, violet-blue eyes flicking towards the operating room. All of England’s other ex-colonies stood/sat in horror, looking at each other to find some sort-of relief, but finding none. Only one stood completely silent, his voice void of all emotion, as he continued to hold his gaze on the double operating room doors. Before France could question, the doors swung open, silencing the room as the head doctor walked through.

‘The United Kingdom will be fine, but there was, a………….complication. He fractured his skull, meaning he hit something on his way down. He is now in a deep coma, and we are unsure of when he will wake. It could be tomorrow, or it could be never, we just don’t know that much about your anatomies.’ The nations looked at each other, not noticing America slip through the doors behind the doctor. Ignoring the stares he received, America made his way to England’s recovery room, slipping into the darkened room unnoticed. He stood by the door, noting all of the machines surrounding the injured nation with disinterest, his eyes immediately focusing on England. Spying a chair, he dragged it over the England’s bedside, gently grasping England’s left hand in his own.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time skip Two weeks~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
“Good morning, Mr. America.’ Said nation nodded, making his way down the corridor to England’s room. Two weeks had passed, with no change in England’s condition. His outer injuries had fully healed, due to the healing abilities all nations had, but his coma remained.

‘Uh, hey Iggy.’ America greeted nervously once more, sitting in his chair once more, grabbing England’s hand once again. Each day would consist of America speaking to England, telling him whatever came to mind on any subject. He would remain until he was asked to leave, returning the next day at the same time. After a few hours passed, America leant back in his chair, beginning to doze off, when he felt England’s hand twitch, ever so slightly in his own. Sitting up straight, America squeezed back gently, smiling when England responded, a tad stronger than before.

‘England?’ America asked quietly, grinning when England opened his mouth, obviously trying to speak, but unable due to the breathing tubes down his throat. Slamming the nurse button, America watched England try to open his eyes, apparently not having enough energy to do so.

‘Yes Mr. America?’ The head nurse asked, calling for the doctor’s moments later. The room was soon flooded with doctors, and America was forced out, something he protested vehemently, but did as he was ordered. He was allowed back in an hour later, immediately rushing to the Englishman’s bedside, smiling when he saw England staring back at his, his usual frown in place. An awkward silence filled the room, as both stared at each other, before America sighed, lowering his head.

‘Why didn’ ya ever talk to anyone? England looked up, gasping at America’s intense stare, before glaring.

‘Why? You ask why? How can ye talk to people who belittle you each and every day? How can you trust someone, when they end up just leaving? England yelled, causing America flinch.
‘I’m just tired of it all.’ He whimpered, pulling up his knees and placing his forehead on them, crying silently. It was silent, leading England to believe that America had left, and America lifted his head, and brushed his lips against England’s own. Before America could move, England tangled his hands in America’s hair, yanking the younger down for a more passionate kiss. America squeaking, only providing the opening England was looking for, delving his tongue deep into America’s mouth. Once air became a problem, the two parted, England grinning cockily as America panted, clearly not expecting the smaller nation to react as he had. Patting the bed next to him, America lay next to England, wrapping his arms around England’s petit frame.

‘I love you England, I love you so much. But please, promise me you will never do anything stupid like this again.’ Olive green stared into sky blue, and the nation nodded.

‘Just, please don’t leave me.’ America smiled, kissing England once more, parting only to say.

‘I will never leave you.’