《Behind The Hero's Mask》Thirteen

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Ivan pov

I stayed by Alfred's side for ages, looking for any sign of emotion or reaction. Nothing but empty pools of ocean shades. The sight of this only worsened my suffering. I doubt that he has suffered less in his lifetime. He had to go through every meeting, being barraged with insults and slurs.

Anger began to boil inside of me, but the growing blaze was extinguished when Alfred closed his eyes. So far, that had been all he could do. Open and close his beautiful eyes. The whole house felt eerie and unnatural without Alfred constantly smiling and lighting up the room. Ghosts of his smirks and laughs haunted us all.

Nobody knew how much we had grown used to his daily chatter until he didn't make a peep. Guilt had silenced France, England, and Canada. Prussia spent most of his time comforting Canada. Allen was the only other person that could stay in the room with Alfred without bursting into tears besides me.

In other words, everybody was in a depressed state without the American. I refused to leave America's side if it wasn't necessary, only removing myself to go to the washroom, eat and talk to the others about Alfred's condition. I felt like I was missing a piece of my heart without him.

Alfred pov

That whole time, Ivan barely left me. I couldn't believe it. Someone cared enough for me to stay with me at almost all times. I knew this should have made my heart swell with affection, but nothing. Just... I wanted to cry, to feel anything, even pain. Heartbreak. Anything that could make me feel human again. Like I wasn't just an empty shell.

At this point, I would take torture over the cold numbness that seemed to swallow me whole, cutting me off from my friends and family. I wanted to beg for them to hurt me. To make me feel so much pain. I wanted to bleed. To cry. To laugh. And now, I just wanted to die.

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Canada pov

I sat in my room, sobbing. It had been eight days, and Alfred was still unresponsive. Nothing could shift his gaze or catch his attention. I even begged him to come back to us, but nothing could wake him from this sleep. Prussia had been trying to help me snap out of this spiral, but he was only one person. France and England had left yesterday, leaving a note that said they couldn't bear to be there and see Alfred like that.

Inside, my heart was being eaten up by the sorrow. I cried all day and had nightmares all night. Gilbert held me and calm me down when I began to cry hysterically.

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Third-person pov

It had been two weeks, yet America was still in his coma-like state. The world meeting drew closer, and if the world knew what had happened to Alfred...there is no telling what his enemies would attempt.

It was becoming more and more difficult for the nations residing in Russia's house to keep their bosses off their backs. Canada was handling his and America's boss, receiving many angry calls from Alfred's. Most of them went along the lines of 'Where the hell is my nation?!' And various threats.

Ivan had fallen into a more resigned state, not speaking to anyone but the comatose Alfred. Prussia and Canada were slowly beginning to fear the Russian again.

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Ivan returned to the room after breakfast, looking at the sleeping Alfred. His eyes were dry. He had cried all of his tears until none remained. Ivan walked over to the bed, sitting beside the American. He wrapped his arms around him, tears being made and spilled at the same time.

"Amerika...I'm so sorry. I wish I had realized sooner. This is all my fault." He hugged Alfred tighter, his emotions leaking out of him at an alarming rate. One minute he was angry, the next blaming himself, then crying hysterically. "Please come back to me..."

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There was nothing but silence. Then he heard it. The small sobs escaping the American's mouth. He felt arms squeezing him back as the sobs became louder. Ivan was in disbelief, had that really worked. He pinched his cheek and winced. It was real. A sad, relieved, and joyous smile made its way onto his face.

"I've missed you so much!"

Alfred was back in his arms.

Sorry, this chapter was so short and that it seemed weird. I haven't written in a while so I got a little rusty.

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