HetaRussia here, This is so late in the matter I am so sorry but here it is.

I struggled to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt like they weighed a ton. My arms felt like numb and heavy and my stomach felt hollow.

Where was I?

What happen last night?

And why do I feel pressure on my chest?

I managed to open my eyes after much struggle, most people think I need Texas to see, I don't...I only wear Texas to appear heroic.

I looked around, I was in a soft white room with varies machines which were hooked up to me, there was a large closet in the far left of the room and next to my head on the left was a stand with a plain lamp.

I shifted and my bones creaked, a sign I was stiff. But that pressure on my chest, what was it? I strained my neck some only to see a small figure. They were clad in a sweater and a British flag bandanna.

Yet to my horror what hurt most was hearing the gut wrenching sobs emitting from them.

I knew that cry from anywhere, I could count on this hand how many times I seen England cry.

The first time, I was a little colony and I had gotten lost in the woods when England took me camping, I wasn't scared but when I finally found England he was in tears!

The second time was different, I had fallen sick with some illness that only nations get and I was horribly ill and I remember hearing England crying to some one for help, he sounded so scared and helpless.

The third time was the most painful, it was the night I won the Revolution. England had do everything in his powers to stop me, but I was stronger, tougher. There was no way I was going to let England take me back.

"I wont allow that to happen!" England screamed at me, I blocked his attack with ease and tossed his musket to the floor. He stared at me with the saddest look in his eyes, as tears fill them before running down his face.

"Why? Why?!" he sobbed. Seeing him like this hurt me, I wanted to hug him to comfort him but I couldn't...no not when my people were there and cheering.

All I could say was "You used to be Great..."

But now here he was sobbing once more.

"England?" I managed to croak.

England sat up straight his jade eyes shiny with tears "A-America?" he said in a hushed tone.

"Sup dude..." I say smiling weakly.

I wasn't prepared for what happen next, England threw himself around me into a tight hug "Oh, thank God your alright..." he squeezed me tight, and I hugged back "I was so scared I thought I was going to lose you." his voice was muffled by my shoulder.

"Don't worry dude, a little shut down is nothing...I knew my people would help me! Ahahahahaha!" I lied.

My people don't care...the ones that run my government I mean. If they did they wouldn't have let my health crash like that...I don't see Germany or France, heck not even Russia deals with this...But I has to be me...why is it that I am always suffering?

I'm the hero, I shouldn't suffer, but like they say bad things always tend to happen to good people. I don't understand...I just feel like there will come a time where I will be like all the other great nations...gone.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain radiate through my skull.

England had punched me "You bloody wanker! You go and got me scared." he said, his tone was harsh but the smile on his lips meant he cared.

I know one thing, if there is a chance my government goes to the dogs at least I lived a good long life with the best parent and brother.

Again sorry it's late