(My cousin is an asshole and I am going to kill her. So, as it turns out my stories weren't removed she deleted them. I had given her my password because she wanted to proof read my stories and I had said something that made her mad and she deleted them. *deep sigh* It is bad to hold grudges… I can just put them up again. Uggghh I am so lazy…)

[I'll put stars (*) by any word that is in another language and I will have the translation at the end of each chapter.]

A small book appeared on the middle of the table with "America" in big letters across the front.

"Looks like I am going first!" He yelled happily.

"Wait America, before you get too excited remember what they said. 'Best of luck, you will need it'... Just don't get your hopes up to high..." England said

America nodded and looked down at the book.

"Wait... We should chose a reader and take turns reading each other's out loud." He said.

"Okay, then who do you want to read for you America?" France asked.

He pushed the book to England.

"Can you read it Iggy...?" America asked, seeming a little scared. The feeling of the room was slightly darker and more off putting.

England didn't even comment about his strong dislike for the Americans nickname and opened the books, a small picture falling out. He picked it up and looked at it.

"What is it mon chéri*?" France asked

"It is a photo of America." He said handing it over to France. The photo was of Alfred Jones. He looked pretty much the same as he does today but his hair is much thinner and his already small clothes looked 5 sizes too big. His face was very bony and he had bags under his eyes.

"He is so small..." France said before passing the picture around.

Everyone looked at it as England started reading.

"America or "Alfred Jones" was the middle child in his family with an older sister (5 years older) and a younger sister (4 years younger). Alfred lived a pretty normal life up until the age of 13 when he lost his younger sister and his father in a car accident. After that Alfred slipped into depression and stopped eating. His mother had thought it was just a grieving phase but it soon became something much more. Days turned into weeks that turned into months. Alfred only ate enough to barely keep him alive. He grew to love the feeling of emptiness in his stomach. He kept skipping meals because no matter what he always saw himself as overweight. At age 17 Alfred's anorexia took his life when his heart just stopped." England gasped at the words on the next page and covered his mouth.

Everyone looked like they were going to start crying and America was looking at his feet, already knowing what England was about to read.

"I... I can't..." England said, handing the book to France who read the words and then bit his lip.

"In his present life as a country, America loves fast food because it gives him a feeling of happiness seeing as he didn't eat for years. But when he started to get teased and taunted for eating so much he stopped eating. He still eats at meetings as to not worry anyone but forces himself to throw it all up as soon as he can. America is actually over 30 lbs below the healthy weight for him, weighing only 102 lbs. He wears a lot of layers to keep himself warm because he lacks body fat so he seems much bigger than he is." France read and everyone was looking at America.

"America..." Canada said softly. "Why didn't you tell anyone...?"

"Because no one would care. Everyone would keep making fun of me. I guess I just got sick of it." He said, still looking down.

"When was the last time you ate?" Russia asked and everyone looked at him.

"About a week and a half ago..." America said. Russia stood up and everyone looked at him, wondering what he would do. He went over to America and sat on his knees in front of the country, gently hugging him. Everyone was in shock but America couldn't put into words how much this meant to him as he hugged the tall nation back.

"Thank you..." America said softly to him.

They hugged for a moment before Russia let go, walking back to where he was sitting.

"America... Can we go talk for a minute?" Canada asked his twin.

"Yeah okay..." He said following him out the door and finding the bedrooms. Looking down the hall they both groaned. They had to all share rooms.

Germany and Italy had a room, England and France had a room, Sweden and Finland (and Sealand) had a room, Switzerland and Lichtenstein had a room, Canada and Japan had a room, Austria and Romano (poor Austria!) and then America and Russia. The American blushes slightly. He did like Russia but no one knew that.

"Oh you have to share with Russia... I'm so sorry." Canada said.

"No, it'll be fine. He really isn't that bad." America said and walked into his and Russia's shared room.

"So... What did you want to talk about...?"

"Take off your jacket... I need to see how small you are..." America looked at Canada with fear.

"No."

"No?"

"No."

"Please? For me...?"

America looked at Canada's sad features and sighed, knowing he can't deny his brother.

He slid off his jacket and slipped off 5 more layers leaving only a extra small tee-shirt. You could see just how small Americas arms are and his collar bones that were very visible.

"Oh Alfred..." Canada said, hugging his brother gently, scared he could actually break him.

America looked down, ashamed of himself.

"Mattie... Could you grab me a blanket and then we can go back out... I am cold..."

Canada nodded and hurried to get what he asked for. America sat down on the edge of his bed to wait for Matthew when he heard someone come in. He looked up to see Russia, who wasn't smiling like he usually was. Instead he looked... Sad.

"America... You look so small." He said sitting next to him.

"I don't feel small. Every time I see myself all I can hear is everyone calling me fat." He said, opening up to Russia without realizing it.

"I never called you fat." He stated. America looked up at him and started thinking. He was right... Russia has never called him fat or anything like that.

"Hey Russia?"

"Da?"

"Why do you care?" He asked looking up at the taller nation.

"Because, believe it or not I do care about people. I know it seems like I don't but I really do. I care about everyone I just... I don't know how to show people I care... I've never known." He said. America looked taken aback by the fact that Russia had just shared that with him. He hugged the taller nation tightly. They sat there like that for a few minutes until Canada came back with some blankets.

"Oh Russia... Hello." He said, setting the blankets down.

"Hello Canada. We will be out in a second, okay?" Russia said, still hugging America.

Canada nodded and quickly left the room.

As Russia hugged America he felt happy. The small nations breaths slowly became even and Russia realized he must have fallen asleep. He carefully wrapped him up in the blankets and lifted him up gently before carrying him out to the main room where everyone was talking among themselves.

"He fell asleep." Russia said, sitting down and setting America gently next to him. The sleeping nation snuggled closer to Russia and hugged his arm. And for the first time in a long time; Russia felt truly happy.

*mon chéri= my dear (French)