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Chapter Ocho (8)

(A/n- another shitty chapter by me... I need to plan this book. This was written a long time ago. Also, sorry for any mistakes, inconsistency and if any translation is wrong.)
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No one's POV

You were taken to the hospital. You were calm until you realized, medical equipment isn't the same as the ones from your time.

You start panicking, not knowing if you would survive or not... Or if they would cut off your arm or something else. Britain notices this and gives a warm smile.

"Everything is going to be fine darling, don't be afraid" he says in a fatherly tone. You nod, not wanting to say something.

He places you on a bed carefully, he goes outside, probably looking for a doctor or something.

You sigh, knowing that Poland and  Baguette- France are safe.

The doctor comes in and checks the wounds you have. The doctor cleans the wounds and puts bandages on them. "You're a lucky gal, the bullets didn't hit anything important. They're superficial wounds." The doctor says and leaves.

You are left alone and think on everything you've done today, you would admit it's way better than your usual routine. But, you were getting homesick.

What about your pet? You had left them in the house with the rest of your family, and they didn't like your pet. You were the only one who protected your small floofy dog. You only wanted to go back to protect your dog, or at least get them back.

What about school? Well, that's okay because you had already given up on life. But with the help of Kyle, you could continue doing your usual shit and pass the year. And probably get a proper job.

And family? They stopped caring about you when you told the truth of them to everyone. But whatever, at least your mother and sister would be worried.

You were deep in thought, until a red and white country appeared and stood next to your bed. Poland guy.

"Hey my angel, how're you doing?" I smile at him. "I'm fine, Y/n. Nothing to worry about." He says nervously.

I try to sit down, I hiss from the pain. I feel his hand trying to push me down gently. "Don't sit! You're hurt, your wounds can open more" he says worried.

I lay down again and look at his white eyes. He stares back at me, I blush and look away. "Oh, would you give me the backpack? I can't be in this dress... "

He nods and leaves the room for a while. In a matter of minutes, he's back with the backpack. "Here" Poland gives me the backpack, I sit down ignoring what he says about my wounds.

I open the backpack and take out the clothes I had stolen from nazi. It was a gray sleeveless shirt and a black short with a swastika on the side.

"You stole nazi's clothes?" Poland seats next to me and looks at the clothes I have on my hands. I can see he tensed up a little when he saw the clothes.

I nod happily. "He never gave me any sleepwear. All this time I was with him I used his clothes to sleep. So, I stole them" I explain. He looks through the backpack and takes out my floof hat.

His eyes widen in terror. It may have triggered some kind of flashback.  "That's stolen too... No, that's my prize from my successful mission called 'get Onion's floof hat' " I say, and take the hat and put it back in its place.

He suddenly hugs me, and starts crying in my shoulder. I hug him and pat his back. "dziękuję za uratowanie mnie" ("thank you for saving me") he says, I don't understand anything he says.