FrancexReader: Sacrifice Part 1

FrancexReader: Sacrifice
~ Chapter 1~



~~~Author's Note~~~
Just letting y'all know before you turn back from the very TITLE of this…FRANCE DOES NOT DIE AND NEITHER DO YOU! Okay? Now then, ON WITH THE FLUFFY ANGST! Oh, and (c/n) means "country name". As in, YOU are a country. So just make something up.

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You ran as far as your legs would take you. Your country, (c/n) was at war with (ex-boyfriend's country name - make it up!), who happened to be your ex. And you were losing. Badly, at that.
"___________! Where are you, mon ami [my friend]?! It's me, Francis!" you perked up at the voice of your secret crush, France. You had known him for a while, and even though he was a flirty, bisexual perverted creep at times [ha. Ha ha. HA.], you had fallen for him. After all, he was French…and what girl can resist a man that can cook?!
"Francis! What are you doing on the battlefield of a war that doesn't even involve you? Not that I don't appreciate the visit, but…" Francis ran over to you, enveloping you in a strong, yet gentle embrace. You felt your whole face turn a new shade of red.
"_________! Thank goodness….I came as soon as I heard you were at a disadvantage! I can't have you dying on me, non [no]~?" he smirked and kissed your left hand gently. You were about to punch him for flirting with you, when suddenly…

*BANG!*

You fell to the ground, screaming in pain. You had been shot, though you couldn't tell where. The pain was everywhere. You opened your eyes and looked up at France. He was still in shock, the most terrified and desperate expression you had ever seen gracing his face.
"__________! Mon Dieu [my God/whatever-you-believe-in]…h-hang in there! Help's coming, I-I promise! So just stay awake, okay?! Stay with me, mon amour [my love]…!" he was frantic. Crying, even, which was a shock. Though the fact he'd just called you his love…and meant it...shocked you even more. Before the world around you began to fade from your vision, you smiled.
"Francis…thank you…for one last good memory." with that, smile still on your face, your (e/c) eyes began to close. France panicked, and desperately tried to keep you from losing consciousness.  
"No! ___________ stay with me, please…! If I lose you, I….!" he held you tightly in his arms as, in the background, the combined force of his army and yours had won the war. But that didn't matter to him. All that mattered was the limp form he held in his arms.
"________....hang in there, just a little longer….I promise, when I find (ex's name), I will make him pay dearly for doing this to you! Just please…don't leave me, mon amour…"

------------Time Skip Ned has mastered the skill POV SHIFT! France's POV!----------

I stared down at the floor. The other Allies had shown up and one of them had called an ambulance. I refused to be separated from my precious ________. So now I'm stuck in the waiting room outside of the operating room. The center of my universe had just been shot…and all I could do was stare at the floor.
"I'm completely useless…I should 'ave gotten there sooner….why didn't I help her from zhe start….damnit….!" I punched the nearest wall in a fit of uncharacteristic rage. Why is it that whenever I become seriously in love with someone, something terrible must happen to them?! First Joan of Arc, now _______!
"Is there anyone still here for ___________   _____(last name)____?" a doctor walking out of the OR asked. I stood up and ran over to him, shivering at the amount of blood on his operating gown…thing…? Whatever the hell they're called!
"I-I am…is she…going to make it?" I gulped, hoping and praying that she would be totally fine, that the bullet…that ACURSED bullet…hadn't done too much damage. But the doctor sighed.
"Sir, I have good news and bad news…and then…worse news." I felt myself get pale. My legs didn't feel like they could hold my trembling weight much longer.
"C-Can you start with zhe good news?"
"Well…she's alive…for now." He added the last part before I could get my hopes up.
"B-But zhat mean she will recover, oui [yes]?" I asked, imagining her, home in a few months at most, completely fine.
"Well, that's the bad news. She's alive but…I'm afraid she's in a coma, sir. It's most likely permanent." Suddenly, my whole world came crashing down. I fell backwards into a chair out of shock.
"Y-You mean…all zhe surgeries…all the praying…it's all wasted…? She…she's practically…dead…?" I choked out, not wanting to believe myself. This HAD to be a nightmare…right?
"Sir, please…I'm sorry, but there's still one last thing…the 'worse news'…" even HE seemed pained by his words at this point. Even the others in the waiting room, waiting for news of their own loved ones, began tearing up. Some were whispering things like "That's terrible" and "That poor man…".  Some looked like they were praying or wishing for _________'s survival, even if just for my sake. But the doctor's grim message went on.
"She'll have to be put on life support if she's to have any chance of waking up…but her health insurance doesn't cover life support. In other words…you have to make a decision, since you seem close to her. You can either try to pay it yourself, or with help from others…or…if you can't pay it, we can…let her go." I looked at him in shock. Did he mean…let __________ die?!
"The day I let ___________ die is zhe day I am already dead. I'll pay whatever it takes, just please…don't let her die…" I shook my head, hoping to stop the tears from falling. But they did. He nodded, and returned to the OR. They still hadn't finished the surgery. It would take a lot longer, too.
After all, ____________ had been shot in the center of her heart.

To be continued...