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England x Reader Foolish for Hoping Chapter 4Francis and I were currently sitting outside the room ______ was being kept in. A doctor had come in and explained her condition to us. ______ had suffered critical damage to her brain, that, at he very least, would cause loss of bodily functions and possibly memories. That was if she could survive her coma.

Right after he said this, a loud beeping rang out from one of the machines and the nurse had shooed us out. And now all we could do was wait.

We sat in silence, neither one of us sure what to say to the other. It had been months since we had last spoken, and the last thing we had done was fight. It had become so heated, that had ______
England x Reader Foolish for Hoping Chapter 5Every day after the accident, I went to see ______.

I couldn't stay away, feeling as if i stopped visiting, her condition would worsen. It makes no sense, I know, but it did in my mind. From 11 am to 8 pm, I was there by the bedside, willing her to awake from her reclusive state, but she never did.

Sometimes Francis would stop by and say hello. Unfortunately, he could only visit on weekends, and even then it was only for a brief time. He traveled for his work, and that left him with little to no time to himself.

For some reason, it made me feel lonely.

Approaching the counter, I was greeted by a warm smile.

"Back again Arthur. You're on
England x Reader Foolish for Hoping Chapter 2I sat there, my face buried in my knees, trying to contain my composure. Surgery? How badly had she been hurt? What had happened? How long would I have to wait?

These questions swirled around in my head for what seemed like hours. Eventually I felt a tap on my shoulder from a certain Frenchman. His normal perverted grin was gone, and had instead been replaced with a look of mourning. I opened my mouth, ready to ask the obvious question, but Francis just shook his head sadly.

"Zey can't tell me anyzing new."

"What... What happened?" My voice wavered as I spoke.

"I 'ave no idea. I 'eard 'er scream from my house, and when I got to 'er, she w
England x Reader Foolish for Hoping Chapter 1Out of breath from running so far, I crashed into the hospital doors, forcing them open. Rushing up to the counter, I immediately caught the assistant's attention.

"Can I help you, sir?"

Panting and holding onto my knees for support, I managed to say, "I'm looking for ____ ____."

She checked her computer screen. "Sorry sir, but I'm afraid  I can't allow you to see her. She's in surgery right now. As soon as we know anything, we'll tell you alright?"

I jerked my head up, a look of panic spreading across my face. I nodded submissively and went to take a seat in the waiting room.

-Several minutes previously-

I sighed, looking around my dir
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"What happened between you and _______________?"

Arthur glanced sideways in his seat with an annoyed expression. "Just wait a moment here you git. When you said 'we' on the phone, you didn't mean 'we' as in you, me and these two did you?" He asked pointing at the two men who sat on either side of him. "When one of the Bad Touch Trio says 'we', it indirectly addresses all of us." Francis replied as the albino Prussian nodded in approval. "Now moving on, what happened between you and _______________?" The Brit took a deep breath. "Nothing happened between us." He answered bluntly to the Spaniard.

"Look mi amigo, _______________ is
How to Love (Arthur x Reader) 2
Chapter 2

The next day

"Whoa now Arthur, ch-chillax, you're creeping me out." The American cried at the messy blond haired male who wouldn't let go of his grip on his jacket. "Don't you tell me to 'chillax' Alfred! Why didn't you tell me she doesn't know anything about doing it?! Because of you I made a fool of myself!" He shouted shaking the poor man as if he was shaking a pair of maracas. "It would have been more amusing that way mon ami~" A French man with long hair stated with a smile. "Shut it frog-face! Wait…" He paused having a thought come over his mind. "YOU SET THIS UP DIDN'T YOU!?" He pointed accusingly at one of the owner of the
England x Reader Foolish for Hoping Chapter 6My heart started racing.

______ was awake. ______ was awake.

That was the only thought going through my head.

You'd think that after eight months of waiting for this I would have planned out what to say, right?

Nope. I just stood there, mouth wide open.

She wasn't looking at me. In fact, she didn't even acknowledge that I was there. Instead, she was facing a doctor stretching out her left arm.

Eventually, he noticed my presence.

"Excuse me sir, but what are you doing here? This room is off limits to everyone but those who work here and close family."

My throat felt so dry. "S-she has no family," I manage to croak out. "I'm the closest
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Chapter 3

_______________'s (e/c) eyes slowly opened to the sound of her phone ringing. Getting up, she made her way to where her phone was charging and checked the caller I.D.

Francis Bonnefoy

Thinking that it was urgent, she pressed the answer button. "Hello Francis?"

"Allo mon cherie~ Did you sleep well?" The Frenchman asked on the other side of the phone. "I did, thanks. Is there something wrong? You don't normally call me unless it's urgent." She rubbed her eyes to remove the morning dust. It was the third time that he called her. The first was for her acceptance on the audition, the second one was for her first meeting with the othe
Little Reader x England [pt. 5]"What is it?"

After you had fallen asleep in his arms, England gently carried you back upstairs and laid you down in your bed, which was so much bigger than your tiny form that it made you seem even more small and fragile. He had then walked back downstairs and took a seat in the living room, gazing at the clock whose small hand rested just prior to the 11. Part of him wanted to do nothing more than stay by your bedside, and wait for you to wake up. Even as he sat and scowled at France, part of him could imagine your feverish, nightmare filled sleep full of restlessness and tossing and turning and-

"Angleterre!"
A snap of fingers in front
England x Reader Foolish for Hoping Chapter 7It broke my heart to see her crying.

"W-who are you? Where a-am I? What's going o-on?" She was sobbing uncontrollably, utterly confused by everything.

It suddenly dawned on me. They had told Francis and I right after the accident that there was a good chance that if she might loose him memory, if she could survive the coma. We knew she'd pull through, being the fighter she is, but this was something I hadn't prepared for.

Surely she would remember me? I mean, I understand her not knowing where she was, seeing as she had been unconscious for 8 bloody months. But not being able to recall me? Her best friend? How could that be possible?

One
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"How have you been, love~?" England’s voice rang through [Name]’s head, causing her to briefly shut her eyes. He asked [Name] everyday how she was feeling, almost every time he saw her. Quite frankly, it was beginning to annoy her.

Ignoring his presence, she began to walk home. The meeting today had been especially difficult to sit through; all she wanted now was to sit down on her couch and watch some mindless TV, anything to calm her stressed mind and pounding headache.

"I’m fine, England." [Name] replied casually, not giving him the satisfaction of a more  elaborate answer. His smile didn’t fade; Instead he contin
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You smiled and looked up from your place in Arthur's lap. Playing carefully with his blonde hair you closed your eyes and took in the moment. Those words you so wanted to say were on the tip of your tongue.
"Love, could you move for a moment?"
You frowned, but shifted out of his lap. Instead taking the position right in front of his crossed legs, chin resting on both elbows you smiled at him, "What is it Artie?"
He took a deep breath, "I…umm…I have something to sing for you." He took his guitar out of its case and strummed it a few times before starting.
"Waking up I see that everything is OK
The first time in my life and now it's so gre
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Arthur sighed and slumped his chin against the heel of his hand. A small farmer and his family had waited in a line for most of the day and the previous night, just to ask the king if he could possibly lower his taxes. Like that could ever happen.

However, the current king was fair and just, so he didn't send the man off with guards at his heels. Instead, the bearded man leaned forward in his chair, danger twinkling in his eyes. "I will raise and lower the taxes as I feel fit. I would suggest now that you take your loved ones and leave. Thank you."

Still shaking, the farme
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He slumped into his armchair in the living room and began unraveling the newspaper that he picked up from the driveway, you on the other hand, were standing in the kitchen as all of the commotion happened, worried for your husband as his mood grew more sour each day.  

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Minutes felt like hours.
Hours felt like days.
Days felt like weeks.
Weeks felt like months.
Months felt like years.
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That was the only thought going through my head.

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Nope. I just stood there, mouth wide open.

She wasn't looking at me. In fact, she didn't even acknowledge that I was there. Instead, she was facing a doctor stretching out her left arm.

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I couldn't stay away, feeling as if i stopped visiting, her condition would worsen. It makes no sense, I know, but it did in my mind. From 11 am to 8 pm, I was there by the bedside, willing her to awake from her reclusive state, but she never did.

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"Back again Arthur. You're on
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Right after he said this, a loud beeping rang out from one of the machines and the nurse had shooed us out. And now all we could do was wait.

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These questions swirled around in my head for what seemed like hours. Eventually I felt a tap on my shoulder from a certain Frenchman. His normal perverted grin was gone, and had instead been replaced with a look of mourning. I opened my mouth, ready to ask the obvious question, but Francis just shook his head sadly.

"Zey can't tell me anyzing new."

"What... What happened?" My voice wavered as I spoke.

"I 'ave no idea. I 'eard 'er scream from my house, and when I got to 'er, she w

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England x Reader Foolish for Hoping Chapter 3

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I could hear the blood pounding in my ears as we followed the nurse through the E.R. My heart beat was racing at what must have been a million miles an hour.


After what seemed like centuries(though it was most likely only a few minutes), she halted outside of a room.


"Wait here for a minute. I'll check to see if she's stable enough for you to see her." She disappeared through the door.


We stood there in silence for a little while, before she poked her head back through the doorway.


"You can see her now, but please, try to keep your voices to a minimum." And with that, I took a deep breath, and followed Francis into the room.


I wasn't ready for the sight that met my eyes. Had I not known that ______ was lying in that bed, I would have assumed we had accidentally walked into the wrong room. She looked so pale and fragile, her head bandaged tightly. The white cloth, which obscured her usual shiny (h/c) hair, was stained with a dark red. A thick, bulky cast surrounded her left arm, as well as what parts of her torso were visible.  Her eyes were closed, as if she were asleep. At least, I hoped she was only asleep...


The man beside me let out a choked sob and rushed over to the bedside, grabbing the hand that wasn't attached to her broken arm. As for me, I felt frozen in place. It was all I could do not to collapse on the floor. To keep from crying out.


I felt tears glide down my cheeks as I stood there, trying to accept the truth lying in the bed across the room.

After a moment, I regained some of my composure, and turned to the woman with the clipboard.


"Will... Will she be alright? When she wakes up, will ______ be okay..?"


She sighed and looked down at the medical sheets, frowning. "She suffered a great deal of head trauma from the fall. Physically, she should make a full recovery, but mentally...." The nurse took a deep breath. "If she wakes up-"


Francis suddenly shifted his attention to her. "If? What do you mean, if? ______, she 'as to wake up! Si elle ne se réveille pas, je n'ai aucune idée quelle défectuosité font!" He broke down completely, slipping into his native tongue and falling into a metal chair up against the wall.


I looked towards him in shock. I wasn't sure what bewildered me more, the fact that Francis was crying over a girl he wasn't trying to get into his pants, or that I wasn't the one who had turned into a sobbing heap of depression at the news.

At least, not on the outside.
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Chapter 3 is finally here! :iconyayenglandplz:

Thank you for reading! Hopefully this chapter was slightly longer than the last two. It's still too short for my liking, but, whatever.

As for the french, I was too tired to actually translate the sentence myself(also i'm only in french 3, so i don't know most of what Francis said by heart) so I used a translator at dictionary.com. Hopefully it actually says what I meant to say.

Feedback is much appreciated!:iconiggysmilesplz:

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Story line belongs to this chick.--->:icongingeralchemist: Whoever she is.

You belong to ME. So deal with it.

Chapter 1: [link]
Chapter 2: [link]
Chapter 3: You are here!
Chapter 4: [link]
Chapter 5: [link]
Chapter 6: [link]
Chapter 7: ~coming soon~
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Mood: Wow! ~TenshiNoAkasuna Jan 14, 2013
Can't wait for the next chapter, too.
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~GingerAlchemist Jan 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Here you go! [link]
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Thank you~
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i love it :) Can't wait for the next chapter :D
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[link] Here you go!
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~Laketree Jan 13, 2013
I have a question. Can I belong to Russia instead of you? Seems less creepy that way.

Also, so far the story is AMAZING and I can't wait to read more.
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Well we ALL belong to Mother Russia in the end.:icondancingrussiaplz:

Thank you!:iconblushplz:
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~Laketree Jan 13, 2013
I can deal with that and you're welcome
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Here's the next chapter, if you're interested. [link]
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~Laketree Jan 14, 2013
OMG yay thank you!
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