Disclaimer: i do not own Hetalia. sadly...

i hope you all like it so far-well if you didn't you wouldn't be reading the second chapter now would you? hahaha it gets much better as time goes on~ this is just the beginning~

"he's not going to answer you." the monotonous voice sent chills up America's spine. How was it that Russia always seemed to show up in situations like this?

"why?"

"why do you think America? He's in a goddamn comma! that's why!" England snapped looking at America like it was his fault. It was, he was supposed to be a hero. And the fact that he wasn't- forced Canada to end up like this! "America….don't…you are a hero, you just…" America wasn't aware of the drops of tears falling yet again from his eyes until England had stepped closer, wiping them away. He drew back quickly, not wanting to be comforted, and facing his brother again. He needed a resolve.

Alright! He decided. I need to stop pitying myself like this. He stared at Canada, wondering what had gone on in the world after the war. Was America's country alright? What about Canada's country? For him to be in a comma... It must be in a very bad state right now… that's it! America was going to help rebuild his brother's country, just like he had done with many other countries. He was a hero, and that's what hero's did. They helped people.

"England? How long have I been asleep?" Alfred suddenly wondered. The English nation looked somewhat confused by this question. Could it be that he does not know himself? Was America out so long that they had lost count?

"about…eight or nine weeks?" England guessed, his large eye brows still scrunched in thought. Okay…America thought Eight or nine…

"eight or nine weeks? WEEKS?"

"be thankful it wasn't months!" The older man yelled, America supposed that was right. It could have been longer. He could be like…Canada… there was a longing to see those indigo orbs look at him again. It could be months. And if it was, then America was going to make sure that he would do what he could. Starting with the repairs. Though there was also the problem of his own country. And the state that it might be in right now. But he looked with hopeful eyes to England, causing the older nation to shrink back a bit.

"What is it Alfred?" he could see British man was already calculating the cost of the repairs America was expecting him to help with.

"will you help me rebuild?"

"no." the blonde shaggy haired man responded almost instantly. He was paled from what America supposed was the estimated amount.

"it won't cost that much! Promise!" his blue eyes looked into green ones a slight pout on his face. This was the face America had spent generations perfecting. The puppy dog face. The one that England was never able to resist. The other nation looked away quickly after realizing what the blonde was trying to do. America pushed further, forcing the other nation to look at him with his whimpers.

"that doesn't work on me anymore."

"but England….pleeeasseee?" he was sure by now that his eyes looked as if they were taken out of a shojo manga. How were they not working on him?

"no."

"but…"

"…."

"Nii-chan…."

"FINE!" the blush on the other man's face was quickly covered by a hand as he turned away from America. The younger nation smirked widely at his former caretaker.

"doesn't work on you? Really?"

"can you two stop flirting for just a moment?" America's triumphant smile quickly fell as Russia stepped forward. "America…" he began. "why are you out of bed?" right. His blue eyes shifted down guiltily and he rubbed the back of his neck.

"well Russia…there is a very good explanation for that."

"I'm sure there is."

"once you come up with it." England added glaring at his former colony.

"well you see, there was this deer and-!" America began.

"uh huh." Russia was coming closer, making the smaller nation begin to shrink back.

"yeah! And…and there was a giant robot who-!" his arm was grabbed while he waved it around wildly. Violet eyes already saw though everything that the American would have tried to come up with. He knew there was really no point in trying to deny it any longer. "well…." he admitted elongating the word. "I took off the IV tubes and stuff and I seduced England to-"

"you did not seduce me you prat!" America smirked at his big browed friend chuckling softly.

"really? Cause you were looking pretty seduced there."

"I wasn't seduced I was… well how do you expect me to react when you make that kind of face?"

"men, again. Flirting." Russia noted yet again bringing the two of them out of their little world of bickering. Both nations sighed and looked at the Russian who sighed. "Alfred do you know what happened to you? Why you needed to be on that bed. With those tubes attached to you? And why they needed to stay attached?" his voice was like ice, and America suddenly felt like a child being scolded for breaking his mother's most precious vase.

"sorry…"

"do you Alfred?" England echoed the Russian nation, giving him the same icy stare. The type of eyes that made the Britain's fuzzy eyebrows look menacing on his face.

"no." he admitted reluctantly, wanting to escape that look.

"that was a medicine that I had adapted for you. You needed it in order to keep your brain functions normal. You detached it when it needed to stay." America's throat went dry. That didn't sound good. What was wrong with his brain functions? "that is bad Alfred."

"what?"

"baaaaaaaaad." he dragged out the word as if he was talking to a child. America understood that it was bad…it's just…

"I mean…how…I should go back." he decided at last, taking a step back towards the door.

"yes, I shall hook it back up to you, though I don't know how much damage you have already caused nor if hooking it back up to you will even help now…"

"I don't think that America can get anymore retarded." England quipped, his face looked like-well the face of an ass hole. A douche bag. A dick. Need America go on? No, he stared at the older nation feeling somewhat insulted.

"hey!"

"are you suggesting that we let him stay like this. Not remembering anything that happened during the war. Forgetting-" Russia's measured tone was cut off by England's angered yell.

"shut up!"

"don't try to make yourself believe that this isn't going to get worse England!" Russia snapped, his violet eyes flickering dangerously from under his heavy lids. America didn't know what they were talking about. And THAT was pissing him right off. England was looking up at the other man with equally angry eyes. More so even than the Russian.

"look! I can believe what I want to, he'll be fine!"

"oh? Really? What if he isn't? what then England?"

"he-"

"what the FUCK are you guys talking about! I'm right HERE! Try and include me in this conversation okay?" The Russian man turned on him, but America managed to hold his ground and keep his gaze from wandering. If there was something going on with him-and he didn't think there was but-he figured that he deserved to know at least a little bit of it. Russia sighed.

"what do you remember from the war?" Alfred almost snorted. Well that was an easy one! He went back in his memories of that time. But…he couldn't remember anything specific. He remembered about fighting china. He knew that England had come and helped them.

"wasn't all of Asia against us? Including you?" He asked the big pale haired man. Russia shook his head slightly.

"not Russia. I helped."

"and I helped." England said, but America already knew that he'd helped them.

"yeah, and we fought hard all together, and we all won!" He grinned looking at the two nations standing in front of him. England looked away from him, anger and remorse showing on his face as his jaw clenched. He walked over to the window and looked out of it, seeming to be highly intrigued by something out there. Russia slowly closed his eyes and when he opened them again he looked over at England with a somewhat pitying look… it was a look that America didn't like. What? What was going on?

"guys? That is what happened. I'm not crazy."

"no, you are right." the Russian paused. "in a way…" now those lilac eyes were looking sadly at America. "America you don't remember-"

"he'll remember on his own." England suddenly snapped, back in the conversation.

"remember what?" America's temper was flailing in a desperate rage. Russia looked at his again with a sigh.

"you have a brain concussion. Your memories are being affected by it and you have lost a small portion of your memories as is, and will continue to lose more."

"you…you're joking!" he laughed. "ah Russia, man, you really need to learn how to tell a joke. Wow, you really had me going there!" America tried to laugh it off, he wanted to laugh it off and continue to believe that it was all just a joke. But he could see the looks in England and Russia's faces. They were serious.

"Alfred I'm not-"

"yeah, I know." he found himself looking down, struggling to think of a positive thing to say. Mostly to reassure himself. "but hey, if I don't remember what happened then it must not have been very important! So, I'm all good!" he gave the two his signature thumbs up and stupid grin.

He could tell that he had said the wrong thing. The Russian man had paled slightly, and England…well he-

"ugh! I'm going to my hotel for tonight! I've had just about enough of this, go on and hook him back up to his bed and make sure he stays there!" he shot one last glare at America, and stormed out of the room. Man, what was with England?_

poor England~ hahaha