"Matthew?"

"Yes, Alfred, what do you want?"

"Will you move closer?"

"I'm right here... On top of you...'

...

When Canada woke up America was gone. The smell of hot-cakes, coffee, and maple syrup drew Canada to the kitchen. In the kitchen he found America making hot-cakes and coffee with a large bottle of maple syrup on the table.

"Ouch! Stupid frying pan!" that shocked Canada awake.

"Are you ok America? What did you do?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just burnt my hand on the frying pan."

"Alright, but let me see it."

"Okay" America held out his burnt hand.

Canada held back a gasp. The skin on his palm was bright red and some of his fingers were starting to bleed.

"Alfred! This is very serious! You need first-aid right away!" Canada screamed.

"Okay," America wispered in pain,"But you should put some clothes on..." his oice trailed off.

Canada gave him a look of confusion then looked down at himself. All he was wearing was his canadian boxers.

"Ohhh..." Canada wispered. Them he scamped away to get dressed, passing an obviously over happy the door to he and America's room he mentaly noted he needed to make the bed and pick up america's shirt, pants, jacket, his own shirt, pants, and hoodie. Canada debated whether to wear his little maple leaf maid outfit, his red white and blue nurse outfit, or just a shirt. As he debated, he considered what America was wearing; he was only wearing his American flag boxers and a muscle shirt. "Thats what im going to wear!" he exclaimed shocking himself into rembering America's injury. He grabed his shirt. Pulling it over his head as he grabbed the large first-aid kit on the the shelf england had so rightly named "If America gets hurt" shelf. As soon as he got back onto the kitchen he saw that America had tried to get a cup of cold water to put his hand in, but being the kultz he is, plus his injured hand made him practualy an elephant. America was sitting on the floor in front of the sink with an upturned cup on his head and water dripping down his face and on to his shirt. He looked up at Canada with a goofy grin on his face and said "Guess I'm not much help now that I'm hurt, huh?" His eyes reminding Canada of an over-sized puppy that has just knocked over his food and water.

"Okay," said Canada, "I'll get you patched up then I'll serve breakfast."

Canada put some burn ointment on America's hand. America eyes started to water as the ointment applied to the open skin. Canada noticed that in America's usualy cheerful eyes there was something dark, almost demonic, flash in them. this filled Canada with terror but as soon as he intook breath sharply the demonic thing that showed itself in his brothers eyes fled, leaving behind the cheerful and playful look he had come to adore. Canada took a roll of gauze and started ever so gently wrapping it arround the badly burned wrist and palm. After America's hand was wrapped up to the ends of the fingers Canada took sissors to the gauze and cut it. Placing a peice of gauze tape ever so gently on the end of the gauze