Alfred Jones remembered what happened, because he would always remember the day his life fell around him. It was March 5, just a few months ago where he woke up in the hospital and couldn't see anything. Just the pitch black he had been living with for a six months. Matthew was the first one who found out, that Alfred F. Jones, the hero, was blind.

Since then, he moved in with his brother and had to start learning how to do things while being blind, which sucked, he had to learn to read and write again, and he couldn't play video games or watch movies anymore. The part that shocked Matthew the most was that Alfred hadn't cried or showed any form of emotion, he just sat with an occasional sigh and pretended to be alright. Thus the reason he had called an old friend down for the American.

Arthur didn't know about Alfred and the blindness, only that he had been in the hospital and that the he hadn't wanted to see anyone. The Englishman was his best friend, and needless to say, he was shocked to hear that the fun loving idiot that he knew did no longer want to see anyone; well he wasn't happy with the news.

Still though, the American wouldn't see him, and Arthur was too much of a gentleman though to go where he is not wanted. He respected the other's wishes and stayed away, but what he didn't do was keep his secret, the first instant he got drunk, he told Francis, who told Antonio, and so on. Yet none of them wanted to be the first to see him.

The last nation to find out was Russia, and he was appalled at how his 'friends' were acting. If it had been him, he would have forced his way into the house and talked with him and told him that he is being unreasonable. Which was actually what he was doing, he was on his way to America's house to have the said chat with him.

Matthew was a bit worried about what his brother would do when he found out that the Russian was coming over, he still didn't like him. But it had to be done, and since no one else was going to do it, Canada had no choice. He let the other sleep, because he was going to need it.

Russia approached the door and knocked, waiting for it to be opened. When it was he found Canada looking up at him and sighing. "He's asleep right now, let me at least wake him up." With that he hurried off to go and wake up Alfred.

"Alfie," he asked quietly.

America was awake and sat up, facing his brother. He learned to use his other senses, and could now use them well.

"We have company, you should get up," Canada said with a smile, although the other couldn't see. "Well, you have company, I was asked to leave."

"Who is it?" He asked confused, since no one to his knowledge knew.

"Trust me, someone who wants to help, I may have told England," Canada said quietly, feeling a bit guilty.

America sighed and smiled a bit sadly "Don't worry about it; they were going to find out eventually."

Matthew still felt bad but smiled a bit "Alright, well I am going out, but call me if there is anything wrong okay?" Alfred only nodded and got up. Slowly he made his way to the living room.

Russia sat down on the couch by the time America had made his way in. "Hello, America," he said watching the other. Glassy blue eyes turned to him, and Alfred's face showed the panic he was feeling. "Come sit, da?" Ivan said patting the seat beside him.

The blond gulped and moved felt for the chair that was beside the couch, and took a deep breath. "W-What can I do for you Russia?" He asked quietly.

"Why?"

Alfred was surprised to say the least. "W-What do you m-mean?" He asked quietly, a bit confused. The American wished he could see the other, wanting to know if he was planning anything.

"Why didn't you tell us? About your eyes?" He asked again, elaborating.

Alfred turned a bit red, and shrugged. "I didn't want to, what's it to you, commie?" He asked harshly. He wasn't going to talk to the other about that, he wouldn't even talk to England. "It's none of you business."

"Alfred—"

"Don't call me that."

Russia huffed. "America, is not good that you did not tell us da?" The bigger nation looked at him, and tried to figure out if he would tell him. The other sat, not moving to talk to him in anyway.

Ivan growled and huffed, before getting up and pulling Alfred up with him and startling the other. "What are you doing?" He asked not used to being pulled around.

"You sulk," Russia said and looked at him. "This is not the America you are." He said glaring at him. "If this is who you are, fine then don't get better." He dropped the other and began to move away. "I just thought the Unites States of America would be a bit stronger than this."

Alfred got up and followed, not slowly like he was before, and took him and slammed him into the wall, before glaring at him, obviously not seeing him, but knowing he was there nonetheless. "You know nothing, don't you dare sit there and patronize me." His gripped tightened on the Russian considerably.

Russia smirked a bit, "There it is, not completely useless are you?" He asked, a bit harshly. He didn't want to do this to the other, but how else does one get a stubborn American see reason?

"I told you that you know nothing, you cannot stand there with that damn smirk on your face and tell me whether or not I am useless, that isn't up to you to decide." Alfred was seething. "And you can't tell me you aren't smirking, I can hear it. My ears still work."

The taller one nodded, and then the American did realize that Russia—Ivan—knew that, and probably wasn't true. "Why are you here Ivan?" He asked, finally using the other's human name.

"Oh, so we are finally using human names now?" Alfred nodded. "Well, Alfred none of your other friends decided to come, apparently you told them not to." The other nodded and let go of him.

"What's it to you?"

"Well, we are friends da?" Alfred blinked, nodded slowly. Maybe not best friends, but yes they were friends to say the least.

"Then I decided that I had enough of your sulking." Ivan said, with a determined tone to his voice, that the other didn't hesitate to pick up on. "So, unlike your English friend, I didn't give you a choice."

They were quiet, very quiet, for a while, and they had both migrated to the couch again. This time Alfred beside him, very aware that were indeed very close. He was almost touching the Russian. He wasn't sure if liked how this was going to turn out. America was pretty sure that it would end up with him actually leaving the house and him telling the others about what happened. That just didn't sit well with him.

"Alfred, why do you not want the others to know?"

He thought for a moment. "I don't want them to think that they can take advantage of me, and the hero isn't supposed to be blind." There it was, in a nut shell, everything that he was worried, or ashamed, about.

Russia laughed, and shook his head, causing the other to turn his head towards the other. "Your friends I think, are very protective of you, da? England practically yelled at France when he said something about you never coming to the meetings. Matthew, little quiet Matthew practically jumped down my throat when I first told him I was coming for a visit. France, once England told him, when the Englishman was drunken da, got very worried and started making you food."

Alfred turned his head to the floor, ashamed of himself. "Well, I didn't know, they didn't tell me." He shook his head. "I guess, but I still can't be a hero and be blind."

Russia sighed and put his hand under the American's chin and tilted it up. "Neyt that makes you more of a hero," he said softly. "You had to overcome that, which none of us had to. You are still here and still living."

The smaller blond blushed deeply, but didn't take his face away from the other. Ivan then looked in his face for something, and since Alfred couldn't see, he wasn't sure why the other had gone quiet and was going to ask, until he felt a pair of lips on his.

It took the American a minute but he responded quickly. He kissed the other back and moved a bit and climbed into the other's lap. Ivan was surprised too, seeing as he thought the other liked England and didn't like him.

Ivan pulled away for a moment, "Fredka," using a Russian nickname. "You are my hero da?" Ivan said looking at him, and speaking seriously.

The American blinked, comprehending what he, before pushing it forward and kissing him again. Alfred smiled into the kiss. He pulled away and jokingly said "At least I will be good for something."

The Russian stopped completely and gave the other a stern look. Alfred, who did know that something was up, feigned that he was looking at the other. Ivan didn't talk for a moment.

"Alfred F Jones, you are a very good person, a great person, and if I hear you say something like that again, you will be in trouble."

The said boy looked at him, "I was joking."

"Every joke and even sarcastic remark has an element of truth."

Alfred looked down and nodded, "I know," he said quietly. "Sometimes I feel like I am useless."

Ivan pulled him close into a tight embrace and breathed in his sent. Admittedly he had thought that this day was going to end in sex, but he realized that emotionally Alfred wasn't ready for that. So he sighed and pulled the other down, on the couch, and on top of him. "Fredka, go to sleep, you need it, da," he said soothingly.

Alfred nodded and sighed "What about, well you know?"

"You are in no condition right now, sleep." Alfred hummed in agreement and laid down on the Russian.

So their day hadn't ended the way they thought or expected, but neither one were disappointed. And when Matthew came back and found Ivan and Alfred sleeping peacefully on the couch, he smiled and made a mental note to remind Arthur that he owned the Canadian twenty dollars.