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England grasps your hand tightly in his as tears stream from his eyes.

"Come on ___, don't give up!" He sobbed as he put his head on the mess of entwined fingers.

All he could think was, how could this happen to you, to him and why he didn't do anything to stop this from happening. He had thought of these question and similar ones over and over again like a broken record for almost a week now. He had not left you side since the very began; he was always there for you like any good friend, but this time was different. The truth was, it was not his fault and he shouldn't blame himself at all, but he did and he would never let it down as long as you were in this state.

Someone knocks on the door before entering, France peers his head around the door before proceed to walk over to England. He place one had on England back and rubbed it slowly in the effort to comfort him.
He sighs before speaking, “England, this is not healthy. You mopping around like this, you need to stop before you end up like her."

These words that were supposed to comfort only angered the already unstable Brit.

"What do you know? You and your lustful ways, you never care for any of those whores that you touch or get close to!" England spat in France's face.

"Are you saying that ___ was a whore than, I was close to her as a friend and all?" France wittily replied.

“No! You know what I meant!"

In England's fit of rage he got up out from his seat beside you and sprung for the Frenchman’s throat, but France being only a little bit quicker stepped back just enough so that England what plow his head into the Frenchman’s stomach. This didn't stop England though, he quickly got to his feet and started beating France's chest with his fists, spitting out insulted mix with the tears and sorrow he felt.

"You horrid man of a monster! How- why would you say such things, such horrible and nasty things, you stupid frogged face git!"

France only wrapped his arms tightly around England, forcing him into a hug.

"Why? Why did this have to happen?" England cried into France's chest.

A few moments of France hushing and slowly rubbing his back went by before France replied.

“Why what?" He softly cooed.

"You know."

"No I don't. You never told anyone and well ___ can’t."

France then led England to the chair by the hospital bed you lie in before retrieving a chair of his own. England resumed the position he was in before being startled.

" Oh however many months ago it started. ___ was dating this nice boy her age. She would droned on for hours for how he was so perfect in every way. She had given everything to him . she loaned him money, she let this bum move in with her, gave him food, she let him barrow her car, but most importantly she had given her heart and soul to this man. From the start I knew he was bad news and I did try to warn her, but she wouldn't listen. She was to blinded by love. That scum of the earth was just using her, but she could see it. She started asking me for money after that jackass spent her dry. Heck, it got so bad that her landlord came to me and said how she stopped paying rent since she had nothing."

"That horrible little piece of shit!" France exclaimed with anger.

"Oh, but it gets worst. She started to avoid me and after about a month of that I finally found her. She was living in a cheap ass motel with the scum. I still remember that day I found out. It was a hot day and I saw her walking down the sidewalk in the (f/c) turtle neck I got her for her birthday and some old jeans. I pulled up beside her and asked her if we could talk for a while or something. We had driven to my house for some tea. I had asked her how she was doing and way she was wearing such long clothes on such a warm day. She simply said she was cold. That is when I had accidentally knocked of newspaper off the table. We bother reach for it and then I noticed something on the little bit of wrist I could see. Of course I didn't trust the scum bag she was with, but now he had gone too far!" England said as his one fist hit the arm of the chair.

France's face was filled at pure terror at this point.

"Did he..." Was all France could get out before he was interrupted.

"Yes, the scum bag had beaten her... badly. She thought that I hadn't noticed as we returned to our seats, so to make sure that my suspicion were correct I 'accidentally' spilled tea on her. Before she could run away from the situation I forced her into a room with a new change of clothes and when she didn't come out I when in. Of course after knocking and all I went in. she was sitting on my bed wearing my old t-shirt and shorts. You could see the bruises all up and down her legs and arms, even on her neck! The worst part is when I asked her if he did those to her she just said that it was she fault and that she was in the wrong and that she deserved it. She then ran out of the house before I could do anything else." England Said with the last note leaving a sour taste in his mouth. His tears slowed now only because they were accumulated in the corner of his eye first before they ran down his face.

"Well, is that all?" France asked with a little bit of hope. The hope was not for that fact that England hasn't done something horribly stupid, but in hope that you wouldn't have to suffer anymore even if he knew otherwise.

"Hell, no! I began to follow both of them. Everything they did I tried to sabotage so that they would hate each other enough to brake it off, but nothing worked and when ___ found out what I was doing she said she never wanted to see me around them every again... I should of forced her to leave with me so she would have been save from that monster. You know that I do everything because I loved her, right?" England asks meekly.

"Oui, I know how much you love her. I remember all the evenings you spent droning on about her beauty, how her smile out shines the sun and how her (e/c) eyes were always deep with passion for whatever her heart was set on. Oh, I remember the time you crashed at my place and I found you the next morning on the couch moaning her name quietly as you oddly humped my pillow." France smiled on that last note before he was violently hit on the head with England fist. Even though it hurt, France caught the glimpse of a faint smile upon England face.

"Don't say things like that. She's right there, what if she wakes up and actually heard or remembers everything we say?" England said quietly, with the sound of hope in his tone. That was before the little smile on his face disappeared due to the sad thought that that would actually happen ,was preposterous.

"I guess you could say my weirdness saved her in the long run. If it wasn't for the fact that I had kept stalking her even after she told me to leave I would have never found her. She would have been left there in that ally way, bruised and beaten just after being told that they were braking up that morning. She would probably been died if I never found her." England sighed just above a whisper but still lower than average talking level, "I had told the police about the abuse and who the guy was, but they don't have any real evidence unless ____ wakes up and tells them or if the find any of his DNA at the sight."

After a few minute of silence England continued, “you know, the doctors say she is fine now except for the a few bumps and bruises, but she still isn't awake yet. I asked if it was coma, but they said it wasn't. They say it’s something that they have never seen before and they have no idea how the treat it, they’re hoping it will pass or something."

"Hmm... Sound like she is heartbroken. Even if he was an abusive asshole that deserves to die in a horrible way she still could have been heart broken." France stated," I would have thought that you would have some sort of magic it fix broken hearts, if anything."

Even though France meant that in a joking way, it had actually helped England.

"That's it frog face! I'll use magic!" England had sprung right out of his chair when he said that. He dashed towards the door after thank the still in shocked France.

"How could that man not think of using magic? I mean he uses it for everything else so why not now? Probably because he was so worried about you." France stated to your unconscious body.

Leaning down over you France placed a kiss upon your forehead," my dear, what troubles you have caused that one."

-England's house-

England, down in his basement, rummage through all of his spell books and ancient scrolls before he came upon the page in leather bound book that stated ' How to fix a broken heart'. He reader through all the ingredient, making sure he had the supplies before he got to work. He worked day and night before he had finish with the end result being a small vial of blue and green liquid swirling around each other.

Hold the vial up to the light England said," this took all my wizarding skills I have to make it and I only have one shot. If i mess this up I won't have enough ingredients for a new batch and on top of that this thing will probably kill."

Placing the vial safely in his pocket, he ran to the hospital were you lie.

-At Da Hospital-

Entering your room, England's eye fell upon the sight of you, still in the bed.' No longer will you sleep my love' he thought as he walked to your side. He looked at you one last time before opening the small vial of liquid and poured it into his own mouth. He then bent over and kissed you on the lips, allowing the blue and green liquid pass from his mouth to yours.

Stepping back, he patiently waited for something to happen. As your eye lids fluttered open, England joy over flowed into tears of pure joy.

"Mm... Iggy" you moaned.

He simply scooped you up into a hug, not caring if he should or not. He was to happy to care.

"It's ok ____, I fixed everything so you don't have to worry." He sobbed into you shoulder.

"Iggy, I'm sorry for making you worry." You croaked

"sshhh, it's ok. Everything is better now that your heart is whole once more." He cooed and sobbed somehow at the same time.

"All I have to know is why where you so broken hearted over that jerk? That all I want to know." He said as he lifted he's head so your eyes could meet.

“I... Wasn't broken hearted over him." You croaked again.

"Then who?" He questioned, eager to know who.

"You, I was upset that I yelled at you and that I never listened to you. You've always been there and I can't believe that I would be so mean to you. Right after I said those mean thing all I wanted to do was take them back, but it was all for your safety" You said.

"Oh, ___. You know that you are too dear to me. I would not let you go so easily." England smiled.

A few minutes of embracing went by before you spoke," the funny thing about this whole ordeal was that even though I couldn't spoke or respond in any way, I still could hear everything. At least I found out you liked me as much as I like you."
You said cheerfully.

On the other hand England's face was a red as a tomato since you now knew about what happened France's house that one time. You could easily tell that he was embarrassed by that, so you leaded in and kissed him passionately on the lips with him doing the same within seconds.

After a few days in the hospital you were released. England had you immediately move in with him before you went to the police. You told them about the abuse and how your now ex- boyfriend beat you almost to the point of death that night and when they asked you why you would stay with a man like that you told them the dark true behind it all. How your ex-boyfriend was going to hurt and blackmail England unless you did what he said and on the morning of the brutal beating when you found out that he was still going to hurt England, you had done everything in your power to stop it. When England had heard about this he collapsed weeping, he wanted to know the answer to that question for so long, but he was afraid that it would hurt you too much to think about. Just knowing that you did it all for him made him love you much deeper now (if that was even possibly).

You two did become boyfriend and girlfriend and even went beyond that and got married on a bright, warm spring day.