(A/N: Hey everyone… I'm sorry I'm not my usual happy bouncy self for this fic, I've been sick and depressed for a while now. So I figured, "Hey let's take advantage of my depression and filter it into a storyline somehow. So I came out with this…

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The room was quiet and lifeless. A few bright blooming sunflowers sat in a clear vase in the window, along with a card from his only two family members. Everything was white, except for the flowers, a pair of deep, icy purple eyes searching the room, and light silver locks of hair splayed messily over the pillows. Only a single body was in the room. A body that was half-drowned, bloody from bullet wounds, and still somehow drawing breath with a beating heart.

He barely knew what happened; Was it the Baltics ambushing him? They seemed weak enough to him to be the Baltics. But weren't they his friends? Probably not. He bullied them all the time because they were easy targets and were frightened of him. But he didn't realize he'd been bullying them…

There was a voice headed for the room he lied in. And another. One of which he thought he recognized, but was uneasy and still shaken up a bit.

"He is going to be fine, isn't he? If he's not I'll be pissed."

That voice… Was he sure it was the same one he was thinking of? If it was, it wasn't in the same tone it normally was.

"He'll be okay, trust me. He is just recovering now."

That voice sounded way too professional to be one of his friends. Perhaps it was the doctor.

"Okay." The first voice breathed a sigh of relief. "May I see him?"

"Yes, he should be awake now."

The door slowly creaked open, and the pair of icy purple eyes followed the blonde-haired boy's careful entrance.

"Hey Russia." He smiled and brought in a bouquet of Russia's favorite flowers. "How ya feeling?"

He tried to move his tongue but found his throat tied in a knot, and wasn't able to tell him that he was fine.

"Do you recognize me?" He spoke softly, setting the flowers down on the table next to the bed. "I'm America, remember?"

Russia was only able to nod.

The blonde kid sat down beside the bed. "I bet you don't remember what happened, do you?"

He shook his head.

America looked puzzled. "Well, the Baltics had taken you by surprise, their plan was to drown you and shoot you through the heart to make sure you were dead, but don't worry, I took care of them for you. The doctor said you're going to be fine. I had to come visit to see if you were doing well, because I was really worried."

Russia attempted to roll his eyes, but they were too sore. The only reason America would want him alive is because he needs as many allies as he can get.

America smiled. "I'm a hero now, aren't I?"

Russia relaxed and let his eyes droop. "I… guess…" He managed to get out.

America smiled even wider. "I've always wanted to be a hero, ever since I was a little kid."

It was true. Even when he was growing up with Britain, he had fantasies about saving the day and being the hero everyone looked up to.

"Well, I guess I'll see ya later!" He jumped up from his seat and hopped out the door, giggling the whole way.

Russia somewhat smiled. Maybe America wasn't exactly all that, but he had a good heart.

~Next Week…~

There was a knock at the door. America's door. Early in the morning. At about two in the afternoon.

Well, it was early for America. Not really for Russia.

He fell out of bed and on the floor, groaning as he picked himself up and tripped down the stairs. And by time he opened the door, he really didn't expect the face he saw.

It was Russia.

Russia's smile was a little less happy-go-lucky as it normally was.

"I was wondering if you wanted to 'hang' out?"

It almost confused America, the way Russia spoke, but he didn't care. All he wanted to know is why the hell would Russia talk to him.

(A/N: So yeah, first chapter was written over the course of two days, so I'm a little happier now than I was in the first A/N. I hope you understand. It really sucks being me.)