"Love, please. You're stressed enough as it is! You don't need to do everything!"

"Arthur, please. We both know that id I let you in the kitchen, it will end in smoke. Trust me," I replied pecking him on the cheek.

"Love, I'm concerned for you. I don't want you overworking yours-" I shut him up by kissing him, "I'm not overworking myself, Arthur. I'm completely fine."

I ignored his next comment and walked into the kitchen, starting to prepare dinner for the two of us.

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I was washing the dishes after dinner when I felt a severe sleepness overtake me. I fell to the ground and blacked out.

ENGLAND'S POV

I was sitting in the living room when I heard a crash come from the kitchen. I stood up and immediately ran into the kitchen, to see (Y/n) lying, what I guessed, passed out on the floor. I walked closer to her to see that there was blood surrounding her head. I checked hepr pulse before calling an ambulance.

When the ambulance finally arrived, (Y/n) was taken to the hospital and I followed, calling everyone on the way. (He's not driving while on the phone! He was allowed to sit in the back of the ambulance with you!) Please be okay, love. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you.

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After waiting at the hospital for a while, some of the other counties showed up, "Yo! Britain dude! What happened?!"

"Oui, what happened, mon ami?"

"I told her not to overwork herself and guess what? She did. I just hope she's going to be okay."

"The bella will be-a fine! She's a strong bella!"

"I hope you're right," I replied putting my head in my hands. I hadn't realised I was crying until I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder, "She'll be fine. I know she will."

"Thanks, Matthew."

The smile on his face grew, "Y-You actually remembered me!? Finally someone does!"

"Yeah, we're sorry we always forget you, Matthew."

We were interrupted by a nurse coming over, "Mr Kirkland?" My head shot up, "Yes?!"

"I have some news, about Miss Bonnefoy."

"Is she okay? Is she going to be okay?"

"She's in a stable condition at the moment but she lost a lot of blood. She's currently in a coma but we're not sure when she'll wake up."

"Can we see her?"

"You can, but only one at a time."

I then felt a hand on my shoulder, "You see her first, mon ami."

"But, she's your sister. Don't you want to see her?"

"Oui, but right now, you should see her first."

"Really? You're okay with me seeing her first?" He nodded his head. I turned back to the rest of the group who all nodded agreeing with France. I smiled and followed the nurse to (Y/n)'s room. I walked in to see her lying on the bed with breathing apparatus hitched up to her. Her eyes were closed but I still know it was her. I sat down on the chair beside her bed and took her hand in mine, "I'm so sorry, love. I shouldn't have let you do all the work yourself."

"A-Arthur? I-Is that you?"

My head shot up at the voice and I saw (Y/n) looking at me, a slight smile on her face through the breathing apparatus.

"Love?! You're okay! I'm so glad you are! I thought I'd lost you!"

"No, I'm fine, Arthur. What happened by the way?"

"Well, you were washing up the dishes in the kitchen and I was sitting in the living room. I heard a crash coming from the kitchen and I ran in to see you lying on the floor unconscious with blood lying around your head. I called the ambulance immediately and they brought you to the hospital. Then you woke up here."

"Are you okay? You look all dishevelled," she replied bringing her hand up to my hair and messing with it, "There. There's the Arthur I know!"

"I'm so glad you're okay, love."

"I am too, Arthur. I'm so sorry I overworked myself. I should have taken your advice."

"Love, you have nothing to be sorry for."

"Yo! Britain dude, she woken up yet?!"

"A-Alfred?" (Y/n) spoke weakly.

"How ya doing, Dudette?!"

(Y/n) winced slightly and I rolled my eyes, "Alfred, keep the noise level down. Sh'e go a splitting headache."

"Oh, sorry, Dudette."

"It's okay, Alfred. Just keep it down from now on."

The door then opened to reveal a nurse, "I see you've woken up. How are you feeling?"

"I've been better."

"I'll go and tell the doctor that you're awake. You also have more people to see you. Do you want them to come in now or do you want to wait a while before you get more visitors?"

"You can let them in. I want to see them," (Y/n) replied, a slight smile on her face. The next minute everyone burst into the room, some quicker than others.

YOUR POV

The first person to rush over was my brother, "(Y/n), are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine, Francis. Please calm yourself down."

"Bien. C'est un soulagement. Britain, mon ami, did you ask her yet?"

"Ask me what, Arthur?" I turned to him when I spoke.

"Well, I was going to save this for a better time but, I guess now is as good a time as any," he paused and iddled with something in his pocket, "(Y/n), I may not be on the best terms with your brother but I love you and I was wondering whether you'd want to marry me?" he continued getting down on one knee beside my hospital bed and producing a ring. I was shocked by this; I hadn't expected my brother to give him permission to marry me. I nodded my head, not being able to form the words. His face lit up and he stood up, holding his hand out for me, "May I?" I nodded and he took my hand, placing the ring on my finger before placing a kiss to my hand. I giggled at his gentlemanly attitude before grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him down on top of me, kissing him.

"Je t'aime."

I'd taught him enough French to the point that he knew what that meant, "I love you too."