《Mortality, My Worst Enemy》Chapter Five: Blue Daisies
Advertisement
For those who might not get the title, I suggest you rewatch Davie's episode (Season 6 Ep 11). While from what I've read, there is still a bit of a debate of what flower Davie liked. But I read this article and they showed their reasoning for why the blue daisies are the exact flower.
https://annotated-hetalia.tumblr.com/post/131082479044/davies-flower
If you know Davie's episode, I think you know what's happening in this chapter.
Trigger- Child's death
_______________________________________________________
America was in the middle of a G8 meeting when his phone went off. France was doing his presentation on cultural mannerisms the others should know but paused when he heard a ukulele and the song "Over the Rainbow" starting to play. Alfred scrambled to find his phone, knowing that specific song was only set to two contacts: Caleb's mom and Caleb's hospital. The nations noticed America's abrupt fuss, but before they could ask America yanked his large smartphone from his pocket. He quickly stormed out of the room, the large oak doors nearly being shattered to splinters. The other nations waited with bated breath for Alfred to return, but only a few minutes passed before they heard America's boots bolt down the corridor. They all exchanged looks with each other, worried about their comrade.
"I can track his phone, he still has his location on," Arthur said, standing up. All the chairs screeched against the floor as they ran from the room.
"Let's go!" Canada continued as they all headed to the front doors. They had just gotten out when they saw Alfred's black Chrysler 300 speeding out of the parking lot, the G8 meeting was going on in Chicago since the world meeting was only four days ago. However, the nations did start paying for their own food and rooms. Everybody got into a car, the Axis carpooling in Germany's navy BMW X5 and the Allies carpooling in Canada's red Ford Edge. The Allies car was leading the way, with Arthur tracking Alfred's phone. A good ten minutes passed before they pulled up to the hospital: Caleb's hospital. The Allies began to feel a pit in their stomach, getting out of their car quickly. The Axis, however, was confused at the panic in the other's faces.
Advertisement
"Vhat is going on? Vhy are ve here?" Germany asked Canada, who jumped at the fact of being addressed by the large man. But quickly straightened out and sighed.
"I think we're aboot to find out, eh. This is Caleb's hospital," all seven of them headed in. They were met with Julia, who recognized the Allies from the performance. She went up to them and sighed.
"Room 562, down the hall to the right. Be quiet, Alfred mustn't know you are there just yet. Just watch him," Julia sounded sad as she walked away. The others rushed down the hall, their footsteps echoing with practiced silenced. They appeared at the glass wall of the room, where the Allies recognized Claire and Cody. They also saw Alfred, holding Caleb's hand and rubbing his forehead. Arthur noticed the mother looking at them, putting a finger to his lip and then pointed to Alfred. She looked and nodded, keeping quiet.
"Alfie?" they heard Caleb say softly.
"Whatcha need, little man?" Alfred replied, hushed by the mood.
"Can you play 'Colors of the Wind' for me? Daddy's never heard you play it, and it's my favorite. I wanna hear it again, it'll make me feel better," Caleb said weakly. Alfred gulped down his sob and nodded. He picked up an acoustic guitar that was right next to him and began to play.
Alfred's voice was so full of heartbreak and pain, it made even Germany and Japan get misty eyed. France hugged Canada close, the two of them quietly crying. Arthur simply offered his handkerchief to Italy, who read the atmosphere for the first time perfectly. China let his tears fall, but no voice escaped his lips. Ivan was sad, yes, but couldn't cry just yet. He was too busy listening to Alfred's angelic voice.
Alfred played for Caleb, singing it with even more emotion than ever before. Caleb smiled softly as Alfred's voice rang so happily in his ears. Once Alfred finished up, he looked at Caleb with glossy eyes. Caleb cupped America's cheek and chuckled.
"What's so funny big man?" Alfred asked, chuckling with him.
Advertisement
"You're my hero Alfie. I'm happy we were friends. I'm sorry I can't keep my promise to you about staying with you. But I know you will be ok. You're strong Alfie. That's why you're my best friend," Caleb then looked up, and his eyes began to shine brightly.
"What do you see Caleb?" Claire asked, noticing her son's vibrant eyes.
"There's a boy up their, with blue flowers. He's saying 'hello' to us. I think it's Davie, he still remembers you, Alfie," Alfred let a single tear slip onto his cheek, "he wants me to come and play with him. Can I go play with Davie mommy?" Claire rubbed her son's head and kissed it.
"Go ahead honey, go play" Claire sobbed. Caleb smiled brightly and closed his eyes.
"I can hear birdies mommy. I can smell grass too. I think I'm going to like play with Davie," Caleb said, getting quieter.
"Go ahead big guy, tell Davie I said hi," Alfred said, leaning his forehead onto Caleb's. He felt Caleb's soft breath, and Caleb felt Alfred's shuttering ones. Caleb smiled brightly, relaxed for the first time. The heart monitor flatlined, and America finally let the rest of the tears fall. They landed on Caleb's face, so Alfred quickly wiped them away, "rest peacefully Caleb, you deserve the world," Alfred said softly hugged the boy's limp body softly. Alfred's body was wracked with quiet sobs as he clutched Caleb's gown softly. Ivan finally began to cry, seeing Alfred finally break. Alfred stayed that way close to a minute before hugging the parents.
"Thank you for everything you've done for us, Alfred. It has meant the world to us," Claire said wiping her tears in her husband's chest. Cody nodded in agreement.
"Danke Alfred. Jour actions vill not go unnoticed, I'd like to pay jou back" Cody began before he was stopped.
"You were overseas for all my people, doing what I love. You were being a hero. And since I'm well aware of how shitty my government is towards you and your comrades pay wise, please allow me to pay for his funeral and cremation. It will bring me closure, and I want this to be no burden to you. You can pick all the details, make it as big or as small as you want. I will pay for anything," he went into his wallet and pulled out his business card, "please, let's keep in contact. You're good people, and I want to help you any way I can" Alfred had a small smile on his lips as he said all this, stunning the couple. They both hugged him tightly before a nurse came in and escorted Alfred out to speak with the parents.
Alfred turned the corner and went to the small private family room, crying quietly. His forehead was in his knees as he rocked slowly on the plush chair. He heard the door open but didn't look up. He didn't want to see anyone right now, that is until he heard a familiar voice.
"Al?" a soft-spoken tone chimed. Al's head shot up and saw all the members of G8 crying, Matthew embraced his brother tightly, Alfred letting his pride fly out the window. Alfred cried a river into Matthew's suit jacket, Matt not caring at all. All of them cried for a while before they left the hospital. The meeting didn't resume until after the funeral since Alfred was with Claire and Cody. The G8 all attended and many other nations like Finland and Belgium appeared for a bit to comfort Alfred and pay Caleb respect.
The thing that broke Alfred was not just the ashes of his fallen friend, but the wreath around it. The one flower Alfred never wanted to see again.
Blue Daisies
It really sucks being a nation sometimes.
They say goodbye so many times.
Mortality really is...
My Worst Enemy...
_________________________________________________________________
I'm gonna leave it here, if you guys wants an epilogue chapter just let me know.
Advertisement
- In Serial170 Chapters
Myth Beyond Heaven
Yun Lintian, a man from modern Earth, found himself in a cliche situation that was all too familiar to him in novels: Being transmigrated! He had arrived in a magical cultivation-oriented world called the Azure World.
8 159 - In Serial6 Chapters
Progenitor of Mana
Leo had always felt something was wrong with him. Hell, the world even confirmed this for him with the bundle of mental and physical health issues he had to battle his whole life. At least he always had his imaginary friend, The 'Voice', to guide him through his most troubling times. But what happens when the world comes to an end at the behest of something called 'The System'? And maybe The 'Voice' wasn't as imaginary as he thought as it had been telling him this day was coming for a year. This story is not for the light hearted, at least that is the direction I have it going.
8 172 - In Serial26 Chapters
The Witches of San Jose - A Magical Academy Progression Fantasy
"Magic is a force of ultimate chaos; it is destructive and it is random. Dark Mages and Light Mages alike have learned to enforce control upon this chaos to create what is commonly referred to as Spellcraft. Not only must you learn to harness it, you must learn to break its will and force it to obey yours." A magical academy in a magical dimension, hidden from the eyes and ears of the human world. It should've been a magical adventure of a lifetime, but, to Uriel Alvarez, the San Jose Academy of the Dark Arts is a waking nightmare he can't seem to get away from. The "school" is brutal, callous, and malicious; students are encouraged to kill each by any means to prove who is stronger. Death is a constant. Escape is impossible. Uriel's only goal is to survive every single day. And yet, the only way to survive is to become the strongest.To become the strongest, he must learn the ways of the Dark Mages and the horrific spells and rituals that has cemented their reputation as one of the most powerful practitioners of the Hidden World.Follow Uriel's magical adventure and his struggles in the twisted San Jose Academy of the Dark Arts.
8 84 - In Serial8 Chapters
El's Revenge
“Revenge is not for the dead- we, as the living, take revenge to relieve the burden we feel,” I whispered into the air. “Salvation for the people who suffered because of you,” I watched as the city burned in the flames. “Salvation for the people like me, who believed in the proclaimed heroes when in reality they were the devils.” I smiled faintly as the ‘holy land’ of those ‘saints’ was destroyed. I heard rustling sounds as Charlotte came to stand next to me, grabbing my hand. “El, are we the bad guys?” If I was still the same as I was before, I might’ve broken down and started crying. Now, it was different. “A villain is just another victim. They cry and mourn, it’s just that no one heard, leading them into madness. It’s one of the reasons why we know the most, but care the least.” I took a deep breath. “We may be the bad guys in other peoples’ eyes, but in my story, we’re the heroes.” Charlotte took in my words for a while and pondered, before nodding in agreement. “As children, we loved the heroes, as adults we understand the villains.” I looked at her and bonked her on the head, earning an angry glare from her. “Hey! You’re barely an adult yourself you know,” she grumbled. I laughed and ruffled her hair, before countering her. “At least I’m not 12. You can’t even be considered a teenager at that age.” After that, we silently watched the flames ravage the land, before leaving.
8 117 - In Serial13 Chapters
•Ddlg lessons• ||
Summary Hayley found out about ddlg, when she'd best friend was going on about it Hayley is also shy and always down to try new things, trying this lifestyle is one of them. ~~~~Justin is very into BDSM/ddlg lifestyle, he has been since 17 Justin is also a business man, and is looking for someone to keep this time not just for his use. Will Justin like Hayley? Or use her for his use and nothing more. Will Hayley like Justin, or think his an asshole and just useing her for use of pleasure?.⚠️ BDSM, sex, ddlg, 18+, language.
8 112 - In Serial42 Chapters
222|| Nardo wick fanfic
a spiritual being believed to act as an attendant, agent, or messenger of God, conventionally represented in human form with wings and a long robe.
8 188

