Hero
England had always been good at following up with the news of the world. Even France's he would make sure to know about. Which is why, he was the first to know about America's new idiotic plans to be a "hero" in the Middle East.
"Alfred! You big headed buffoon! What were you thinking!?" Arthur roared, storming into America's home and throwing a newspaper at his back.
"Hmm?" Alfred turned to him, wearing his signature idiot grin. Arthur studied the other man, he looked tired. There were slight bags under his eyes and he looked like he hadn't changed or had a shower in ages. Suddenly, his urge to scold the younger man disappeared.
"Umm… America? Are you alright?" he asked before getting closer.
"Yep! Peachy!" he continued to grin but even his voice sounded tired. He spun around to face Arthur completely, in the process, showing him his desk. It was an utter mess. Papers were scattered all over, there were two phones that were left just laying around without being hung up, and the computer was covered with more papers. All the drawers were open, revealing folders with probably, top secret information.
"You really are off your trolley…" England placed a hand on his shoulder. "Alfred? I wouldn't ask this unless you really needed it… Do you need help?"
"Of course not!" America rose from his chair, "Heroes never ask for help!"
"You need it, you twit! Look at yourself! " Arthur raised his voice as if he were speaking to the younger, colonial America. "You aren't in one of your movies or comic books, America. Blimey…" He shook his head.
Alfred looked down. "Arthur, I need to do this. I can handle myself. I'm not one of your colonies anymore. I'm my own country. I've fought my way through plenty of wars, I'm sure I can handle this one. I have to help…" He sounded completely serious, Arthur stood still in utter shock at the other country's tone. Alfred looked up at him with a grin after a few moments. "Remember? I'm a hero."
"Yeah," Arthur smiled, "You're a hero."
