"America!" France barged in yelling in a voice that sounded hoarse from crying "He was found on the streets of New York, he's nearly dead in a hospital bed, starving, and pretty beat up. He may not make it."

"Holy shit dude, who!" I screamed

France paused with a hurt look in his eye and said "England."

I held my breath trying not to freak out. My life's beginning, the only person who I had as a family other than what's his name… It starts with C or K… Well anyway he was the only REAL family I ever had. I felt dead, but not near as dead as brother, and with France of all people telling me what happened I might explode. Well then again he did love him in a way I guess, or he just loved to tease him, I couldn't tell. But it wasn't important. My mind was spinning in agony as the thoughts swirled in intricate circles and spirals in my consciousness. I didn't breathe, wait I couldn't breathe knowing brother might not be right now. Just the thought of him in a hospital bed, dead at that, made me a dead hollow shell of myself on the inside.

"Drive me there." I commanded shakily commanding myself to be the heroic man I was on the outside not the scared little boy I was acting like. As I got in France's car and I noticed something, it smelled strongly of booze. Either he picked up a chick or a dick last night or, he actually cared about England. But that was the thing about France, you never could tell. Now I remember why I chose England as my bro instead of him.

The ride seemed to take forever, but to see him again it made it worth the excruciating wait. To look into those green eyes and to feel the feeling of loving someone was always worth the wait. Oh those green eyes. They used to sparkle with such intensity framed with blonde hair… He was all I would ever love . He took care of me more than any blood-relative could.

"America!" said England with a weak voice

"Don't strain yourself; you need all the strength you can hold on to." said a nurse dressed all in white

"Oh g…" was all I managed as I sprinted, crying, all the way to his hospital bed (it was a heroic cry at that to) There's no way this is possible, he was supposed to be there for me my whole life. I lifted my head long enough to look in those green eyes of his. Then and the I found the one and only thing I'm sure of; the love wasn't just brotherly.