Everything hurt. His face, his arms, his legs... Everything. It had happened only a moment ago, the small boy wandering into the street, the large truck speeding down the road, and America jumping in the way.

"Ouch...," the nation tried to push himself off the asphalt, but a hand pushed him down.

"Sir, you need to stay still! I've just called an ambulance, they'll be here as soon as possible," a very worried man looked down at America.

"No, it's okay...," a slamming headache caused the blond nation to lay back down. "Maybe I'll just lay here for a moment."

All around him people were running about. The mother of the boy clung tightly to him, profusely thanking the American who was laying stiffly in the road. People began whispering and pointing at America.

"Is he bleeding!?"

"Oh my god! He is!" The a small group huddled around America and he found it becoming increasingly hard to breath.

One person in the group mustered up enough courage to confront the injured man. "Um, don't worry, we called the ambulance and they'll arrive soon. So..." He shifted uncomfortably, not sure how to face the bloody blond.

"Oh! Thanks dude," America stared back up at him, also not sure what to do. Most of the pain had slipped into a numbing sensation. "Huh, that's weird," he grinned up at the confused man.

"Uh, you know that you are... Well you're bleeding?" The man tried fathom how the seemingly normal American could be laying in the road, bleeding and possibly dying, but seem almost entertained.

America looked around and saw the blood that was apparently his. "Oh! I totally am," he laughed. Huh, I'm bored... He looked around, waiting for something to hold his interest. I still need to talk to Iggy...

The other man just stared at America. "Maybe you're numb because of shock or- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" He watched America pull out a somehow unscathed phone.

America looked up, "Can you be a little quieter dude? I'm on the phone..." Huh, it's been ringing for awhile now. Maybe Iggy is on the phone... Oh wait! Iggy doesn't have friends!

Iggy... America began to space off as he held the ringing phone to his ear. Bushy eyebrows, messy blond hair, and an almost permanent frown, but when he did smile... America smiled at the thought of his favorite Brit. America had been in love with Arthur for almost a decade now, but he had never had the courage to tell him. That was until the last World Meeting.

The ringing had been going on for what seemed like forever, but someone finally answered. America went to greet the pretentious man, but was rudely welcomed by England screaming in his ear.

"YOU BETTER STOP CALLING! THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL I AM ANSWERING ANY FUCKING QUESTIONS ABOUT YOUR PENIS! YOU STUPID FROG!" Huh, that was a strange way to answer the phone... Maybe that's why no one ever calls him.

"Well hello to you, too," America was slowly spacing out, the numbness trying to take over his mind. Truthfully America didn't remember much of the conversation, though he did remember something about his awesome mattress surfing idea. He'd have to try that again. He tried to play off the whole ordeal so England wouldn't freak out... But eventually he did.

"Uh, Arthur? You still there?" America pushed to his drowsiness away, he needed to tell England. "Um, the ambulance is going to be here soon and I still need to talk to you. I mean I know heros don't die, but I want to tell you something in case..." America took a deep breath, ready to profess his love to England.

"Shut up," America's blue eyes widened in shock.

"No, I need to tell you something. I've been meaning to tell you since that last world meeting. Arthur, I-"

"Shut up! You can tell me in person!" No, you can't do this to me Arthur. America was desperate, this was the man he was in love with and he had to him. He HAD to.

"But Arthur, I might not be able to-" He was once again cut off by England.

"Alfred! There is no way you are leaving me!" America could hear sirens which meant he didn't have much time left.

"Arthur," he couldn't die without telling him! But the sirens were becoming even louder and it was becoming harder for the American to hear.

"Alfred F. Jones. You are not dying. And if you think you are, then you are a bigger idiot than I thought. Now I will personally swim the ocean just to yell at you, so you better be in tiptop shape when I get there!" America smiled, that was Arthur for you.

The ambulance screeched next to the accident. Two paramedics rushed from the back of the vehicle and began to grab America. This was his last chance, he mustered up what was left of his strength, "Arthur, I love you!" But unbeknownst to him, his words had been drowned out by the commotion. Then America's world went black, the last thought in his mind of Arthur Kirkland.

So, I did another chapter! Whoo! I don't know if I like this chapter or not, but I want to finish it because I often drop stories... And I really want to finish this.