"N-North Canada! A-Alfred wants you t-to come with us t-to his country!"

Sam turned around at his brother's voice, pale green eyes wide.

"To..America? Like…the country?" He replied, right eye twitching slightly. Matthew nodded, clutching his polar bear. The taller of the two blinked and looped an arm around Southern Canada's shoulders, performing a one armed hug. "Alright. For our brother, I will go with you guys…I have never been to the United States of Alfred.." He joked, but still serious about not having went to the USA ever before.

"Good job, Matty! Now we can go!" Alfred's voice sounded just before standing in front of them. North Canada rolled his eyes, letting go of his older brother. South Canada whimpered a bit, leaning on Sam.

"Can you not be hyper for five seconds?" Northern Canada hissed, leading his brother away, scowling when he heard Alfred following.

"Yes! Yes I can." He stopped talking for five seconds then went into a speech about Las Vegas. Matthew bit his lip when he heard about drive by shootings and let out a small 'eep' when Alfred mentioned murders. Sam snarled, causing the American to stop walking and talking. "What?" he asked, confused. North Canada grabbed America's collar, growling in his face, his eyes glowing with anger.

"Look, we will see the city when we get there, ok? We do not need to hear about the past murders!" He spat at his other younger brother. Matthew's eyes widened. When had he ever seen Sam like this? America quickly nodded and Sam let go of him, going back over to Matthew, who was shaking slightly. North and South Canada stepped into their room and Sam slammed the door on Alfred, who was about to ask something.

"He should shut up already…" Sam mumbled, taking off his red jacket and throwing it on his bed. Matthew blinked.

"A-Are you ok, S-Sam?" This made the said man frown.

"Yes…how about you? You've been trembling ever since America started talking…" he trailed off and pulled Matthew to him, hugging him softly.

-Later -

"…AHH!" he screamed loudly as the plane jerked violently to the side, clutching the plushie polar bear Matthew had given him for his birthday. Matthew wasn't doing to good either, but he was calmer than Sam. America on the other hand, was having a fun time, pretending it was a roller coaster. Then a loud beeping noise rang off, the stewardesses gasping, then one went to the intercom and relayed the message. Sam only processed a couple words.

'Emergency landing. Brace yourself. Belt buckles.' This made Sam go into shock, a rather bad case of it too. His pale green eyes were now only color, the pupil had shrank back so much it was nearly invisible. He couldn't feel his brother, who was holding onto him, crying his eyes out, and Alfred? Well, this was the first time he was being serious, buckling himself in tightly and holding onto the seat. Northern Canada heard a loud booming sound before a huge crash, and then it all faded to black.

"S..mh…Samph…SAM!" His hearing cleared out as he sensed people hovering over him. He felt…nothing. His body was numb, all he could feel was blood dribbling out of his body in numerous places and slight pain of the huge cuts and gashes. "Sam! Sam, wake up! Don't leave us!" A-Alfred? No…it was someone else. A women had screamed his name..

His eyes cracked open to reveal the face of a young girl, before the girl vanished, as in literally faded from where she was. He must be going mental. Then he saw two blurry figures hobbling toward him, he tensed, but lay still. He was then lifted up and put onto a gurney and wheeled away, the two blurry blonde males staying with him and helping the paramedics move him away.

Northern Canada woke up, pale green eyes still wide and shock-filled. He felt several places where he was patched up, including a small one on his temple. Groaning, he sat up, looking to his right. He smiled at the sight of Alfred and Matthew slumped against each other, sleeping. He made to take out the IV needle but a nurse came in and stopped him, he accidentally knocked her clipboard out of her arms and is clattered to the floor.

"S-s'rry.." he managed to get out, the nurse smiled and shook her head.

"Don't apologize, Mr. Opal. It was an accident." He felt arms close around him, and blonde hair come into his sight. It was Matthew.

"M-M'tth'w…" he whispered out, hugging his brother back.

"A-Are you ok? Does it still hurt?"

"N'…M' 'k…" No he certainly was not ok, he had a killer headache. "I-I..s-saw a g-g'rl…W-wh'n I w-w'ke..up.." Matthew blinked.

"N-no one survived o..other than us and a couple of other men…" South whispered in a hushed tone. Sam's pupils blew out suddenly and lurched up, coughing up blood, the scarlet liquid flowing down his chin. "S-Sam! NURSE!" Matthew screeched, waking Alfred, who ran straight to his younger brother.

Three nurses ran in, ready for action. They all went onto getting everything ready, one pressing a cloth to Sam's throat, which had been covered by a cast. There was a huge slash, still open from the crash. Alfred tried to get back to his brother but was forced back by a doctor.

"We've got this covered, Mr. Jones." He explained, turning back to Sam and doing a few more things. Alfred looked at North Canada, then frowned. The man was staring past Alfred, who turned to see if Sam was looking at something..but there was nothing.

"T' g'rl.." He wheezed even more badly than before. But Matthew heard him…knew what he meant. Alfred turned to see Southern Canada's shocker face.

"W-what's wrong, Matty?" he asked, voice quivering. Matthew sighed.

"..I think Sam is inheriting Arthur's 'magical fairy' sight…" This made Alfred wince.

"Oh great…"

Sam woke again, in a soft bed, not in the hospital. All his clothes were on and the patches were gone. He was healed?

"No, you're not awake, Sam…" A voice said from somewhere inside the room. Out came the young girl from before. "You're in a dream…And you are not crazy. I was at the crash, but I got out of there just before.."

"Who are you?" he demanded, standing up and growling, then, he stopped. This girl was like a FEMALE copy of HIM. She had long red-brown-blonde-ish hair, pale green eyes, and a scar on her right wrist.

"I'm you, basically. But..well, let's just leave it as that." She said, looking up at him. "…You know what? I am kinda regretting making you 6'2…I now feel short." Sam twitched.

"How tall are you?"

"Five foot three and a half…"

This time, he was sure he was awake. What iwas/i that?

"…I know, but we cannot just assume he is INSANE, Alfred."

"B-but Eng—Arthur! He keeps seeing this little girl and we can't!"

"Alfred…sometimes people imagine this stuff…"

"But he literally 'knows' it exists! I can't be related to him!"

He flinched.

"Am I really that bad, Alfred?" he asked, eyes tearing up. "Am I such a bad person to you that I am not a good brother?" he whined, letting the tears run freely down his cheeks. Matthew hugged him tightly, glaring at Alfred. Arthur faked a punch on Alfred, but still hit his 'younger brother' rather hard.

"You still don't know what it means to keep your mouth shut, do you?" Arthur growled, turning around and storming out the room. Alfred's shoulders slumped and visibly acted guilty, slowly walking out of the room and out of sight.

"A-Are you ok, brother?" Matthew asked, pulling back from the hug just enough to see Sam's face. North sighed, looking to the side.

"Why do you torture me so, girl?" He asked with a slight edge to his voice, and the question itself made Matthew wonder if the 'girl' was actually there…

Alfred paused then noticed another familiar face…Or faces. Since there was two familiar faces. '..Ugh, my mind is confusing me'.

"Berwald! Tino!" Both men looked up at Alfred, making their way over to the American.

"W' he'rd 'bout yer' brother…" The Swede mumbled lowly, an arm around Tino's shoulders. Tino had a worried look to him, making Alfred worried also.

"O-Oh…Yeah…he's fine. Just a bit sore. The doctors said he could leave tomorrow." Berwald blinked twice and smiled just the tiniest bit.

"Th's good…C'n Tino see him?" Said man fidgeted and shivered a bit. "..Y' cold m' wife?" Sweden asked the Fin, frowning a bit.

"N-no! I'm fine. I just…hope he's ok…" The smaller man stated, looking through the window to see Matthew..hugging someone. Likely North Canada.

Alfred smiled a bit, his once bright and cheery eyes dull.

"Of course…I'm sure he'd love seeing you guys…" He murmured, stepped out of the way as Sweden and Finland went into the room, following them shortly after.

Sam looked up, letting go of South Canada, his eyes widening.

"T-Tino! Berwald! You guys…came to see me?" He squeaked, a huge grin plastered on his face. Tino rushed forward, hugging Sam tightly. Alfred was surprised…He never knew Finland and North Canada had been friends…

"Yes! Of course, why wouldn't we? Wait…don't answer that. Cause there is no reason. God, Sam! You had me worried so much!" Tino yelped, nearly clinging to the taller man. Sweden walked over to the healing man also, sea-green eyes nearly blank, were it not for the small hint of relief. Alfred made a note to himself that North likely had a lot of friends he didn't talk about…

Alfred whipped around, hearing a throaty laugh. But no one was there. He turned his head back and nearly jumped out of his skin. A girl was staring straight into him, more like glaring.

"A-Ah! Who are you?"

North, South, Sweden, Finland, and a passing nurse stared at Alfred. And then Sam gasped.

"You can see her!" he yelped happily. "I'm not insane!" Alfred gaped at his brother then back to the girl, who had opened her mouth to speak.

"I'm sure he is not insane anymore, since you can see me now. You stupid bloody poof!"