England was shot in the head. His glassy eyes looking up at the ceiling. Hope just happened to be stopping by, probably to bug him or get food.

"YOOOOO!!! ENGLAND MAH MAN! Where are youuuuuu!?" Hope calls out and searches his house. He's barely conscious and turns his head wearily towards her voice.

"England?" She calls again, this time a bit louder.

She wanders up to his bedroom, or the scene of the crime, and opens the door.

She gasps at first, but then thinks it's just a prank, not knowing her love is in pain.

"Dude!! You scared me! Nice! Ok, you can stop pretending now." She said and walked over to him.

"H-Hope...pl-please...c-call the h-hospital..." He said before going unconscious.

"E-England!? Oh my god...o-okay!! I'm gonna go call them!!" She said and ran out of the room. She ran into the living area and grabbed the phone. She immediately started to dial 911 as quick as she could.

Right when the lady on the other end said, "Hello," Hope screamed into the phone.

"HELP!! My friend is dying!! He got shot!! Come quick!!" She said and told them the address.

The ambulance quickly came and brought them both to the hospital.

When they arrived, Hope quickly paced in the waiting room, earning worried looks from everyone in the waiting room, but she didn't really pay attention to it.

"Miss, Hope." The receptionist calls. Hope's head snaps her direction and she runs over.

"Room 48." She says and looks back down at her magazine. Hope runs to said room, thinking of how calm that lady was. How could she be that calm when hundreds of people are dying!? Anyhow, she runs into Arthur's room. Her heart shatters...

She walks over to the bedside and pulls out a chair. She sits down and takes ahold of his pale hand.

"E-England...?" She says, tears welling in her eyes.

"Please..." She says, tears starting to spill from her eyes. England stirs, and her attention snaps his way.

"A-Arthur?" She sniffs and waits for him to wake up.

She looks up at the heart monitor. It starts to deteriorate by the second.

Tears start spilling from her eyes rapidly now, she holds on tighter to his hand, as if the warmth from her could save him.

"Arthur...please...wake up!!" She yells out and rests her head on the bedside, weeping.

She raises her head to an awful sound. The sound of her love, dead. The straight line of the heart monitor. She feels as if her whole world shatters, she breaks into tears and grips his hand. Cursing at herself, as she could've saved him if she wouldn't to of been late to his home.

"England...p-please...wake up..."