A young man was just walking around in his room when he suddenly saw someone he didn't know .

"Who are you ?!"

"I'm a shishigami and you have exactly one year left to live" said a shishigami.

"W-wait how could you know that!?" said a young man named Alfred.

"Well you see shishigami are not dead or alive and they have absolutely no memories about their past so they are stuck in-between life and death.

"Why?"

"We don't know, but ether way you're due to die in one year, do you know why?"

"Yes" he replied while clutching his chest.

"Ok, that makes my job easier but Alfred Jones I will be staying by your side for a while."

"What! No way, you can't !"

"Why ?"

"Just because... " he said blushing

"Well I can't leave your side completely, but what I can do is leave when you tell me to for certain reasons ."

" Thank you. Wait,what time is it!?"

"Huh, oh it's 9:30 A.M."

"Shit I'm late!"

"Late for what ?"

" The world meeting. Ugg England's going to kill me."

"England? Isn't England a country?"

"Yes but people are named after countries that come to the world meeting."

"I still don't get it."

"Ugg you're hopeless"

"Hey!" he said irritated

"Hey nothing, ah we're here."

"What do you mean we're here?"

"At the world conference"

"Oh"

"Sorry I'm late" he said as he walked into the room.

"America you wanker, your late again!" England shouted.

"Tch shut up" America revolted.

"What did you say you wanker!?"

"What, you didn't hear me or are you deaf?"

"Hi, hi settle down now you two" France said

"Shut up you can't tell me what to do you, playboy." England said

" I am not a playboy so shut your face up!" France said

"Wow, you must be hallucinating if you don't think you are not a playboy"

"That's it!" He shouted as he started attacking England. Every other country didn't continue the world meeting they just stood there watching the fight, even Germany didn't stop the fight after all he had witnessed several of these petty fights before this one and thought it was useless to stop them. Shortly after the meeting was over every other country left besides America, Prussia, and Spain. This was because they were responsible to take home the two fighters, America was to take home England, Prussia and Spain were to do the same with France.

"I can't believe you got into it with France. You're so stupid!" America lectured.

"Shut up, you don't have the right to lecture me you git!" England argued

"Like hell I don't, every time you get into a fight I have to take you home because I worry about you driving over the speed limit! Your boss also tells me that I'm responsible to take you home!"

"What the fuck, you don't have to worry about me! I don't know what my boss is thinking but I'll make sure he doesn't tell you to do that anymore!

America looked to the ground and mumbled something that England couldn't hear and then looked back up at England.

"Fine, I'll be leaving then."

"Fine" England replied but as America left he was shocked because of the fact that America looked to be in pain despite being mad at him.

Later that day England was laying in his king size bed that was much too big for him. He lay awake unable to sleep because he found himself thinking about the expression on America's face as he left. Why was he like that, I just can't figure it out. Damn it why am I so worried about that git? England asked quietly to himself as he clutched the bed sheets he was laying on. I just don't get it, why should i worry about him? England had similar thoughts for quite some time but then slowly drifted to sleep.