Canada's

POV

I rushed into the house, and slammed the door. " Al we need to get the first aid now!" Alfred rushed to the kitchen and grab the supplies. I lay the poor girl on the couch. Please live...

"Here!"

" Now grab all the blankets you can find and make some warm food. I will tend to the wounds."

"Ok dude! Be careful."

I get to work cleaning the wound. It is not as deep as I originally thought, but she will still need stiches. I quickly put numbing gel on the wound and threaded the needle. Sorry girl this might hurt.

America's POV

All the bedrooms are up stairs. So I started in Matt's room. I have so much commotion in my head it made my brain hurt. I grabbed all of his beding and yanked it off. Then I ran to my room and grabbed all my blankets, and dumped them all at the end of the stairs. I made my way to the kitchen to make some chicken noodle soup. I threw the chicken into a pot of boiling water. With every ingredient I added a new thought came to mind. Wow! Mattie really stepped up when the girl was in need. Dude ,how did the dudette get hurt? What's out there that hurt her? Carrots are orange. Matt lifted a teenage girl and ran with her in his arms?! Dude! I am a awesome cook! What if the girl dies? He would never forgive himself. How was I not the hero? I served up a bowl of soup for the dudette and, the rest for me. There is not a lot of food left in the house. We really need to go shopping.

Canada's POV

I had to give her a blood transfusion. Luckily she and I have the same blood type. I am finally done with the stiches and the wound is clean. I pushed my blonde hair out of my eyes. I look back at the girl. Her breathing is steady,and heartbeat normal. She will live. I breath a sigh of relief. For some odd reason I find myself attached to this girl, and she does kinda look like me. I start feel dizzy, I think I gave too much blood. "Al, can you bring me some food. "

" Here,dude."He hands me a bowl of soup. " There is one in the microwave for the dudette. Is she going to make it?" He said giving me hopefully stare.

"I think so." I smile. " Did you eat anything yet?" I became serious.

"I ate in the kitchen." Al smirked. "What, am I not allowed to do that?"

We glance over at the girl, avoiding eye contact. We sat in awkward silence for a bit. "I just worry about you sometimes. I am older you know."I joke to break the tension.

"Yeah by like 3 days!" He remarked.

"It counts! Shh, we might wake her." I warn as I suddenly realize we are being rather loud.

" I will stay up with her tonight." Alfred volunteered. I was shocked that he was going to talk charge, but I guess I shouldn't be. He is the hero after all.

"Ok Al, Goodnight."

"Night"He said.

America's POV

I forget about him again. I forget about him time and time again,and I feel awful ever time I do. He is my best friend, and I can even remember his name sometimes. Dude ,you are being way to hard on yourself. He will forgive you. My stomach grumbles. I shouldn't lie to Matthew, but I am worried he would be disappointed that I forget him. He has done everything for me. Even lets me live in his house.I just want to make him proud for once. People may forget him, but he is a shining star in my book. I wish I could be like him. I look at the young girl. Maybe one day I will make him proud... I think as I drift to sleep.