This, I suppose, is the second chapter. Because people have asked me to continue this and I have a plot in mind that might or might not work. Let's be optimistic and hope it does.

"America?" England called out to the sleeping American who had, not long ago, been thrashing around in his bed. "America, wake up." He shook him in order to wake him up but he wouldn't. England started to panick.
"AMERICA!" America quickly sat up his eyes wide open. "What? What is it, what's going on?" He madly looked around trying to find what was wrong. He then felt hands on his shoulders and looked foward. It was England

"It's okay you git! You just seemed to have had a nightmare," England started scolding at first but when he looked closely there seemed to be something wrong with America, "are you okay? You look so pale and...you've been crying!" England was shocked. What could have possibly disturbed the American so much to bring him to tears?

"I-," America started and then he remembered. England was there, in front of him. He was alive! "Iggy! You're here!" He flung himself at the confused and worried man.

"I-I am. I just decided to visit." He stated hesitantly. America hugged him tightly.
"I'm so glad you're here, you won't believe the nightmare I had. It was terrible Iggy." He told him with sorrow in his voice.

England didn't even bother to correct America about calling him Iggy. America had obviously dreamt something horrible and even though it had only been a figment of his unconscious mind, he had to comfort him. England wrapped his arms around America's waist. "It's okay now, it wasn't real. You're safe"

America stayed in the comfort of England's arms for only a minute. He couldn't seem weak forever, because it had only been a dream, a nightmare. America pulled back. He looked outside, the sky was full of dark storm clouds.

England noticed his gaze. "It's already 9 in the morning and it's so dark isn't it? Looks like a horrible storm is coming."
America could only nod. He felt eerie about something and he couldn't really tell what it was, but it didn't matter because England was here.

"Well I'll go prepare us breakfast okay?"
America smirked to himself and then pouted at England. "But your cooking is horrible Iggy!"
"Shut up you git." England playfully slapped America upside the head, glad that he was acting like himself again. He got up and headed to the kitchen.

America got up and went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. He looked in the mirror and thought of the images he had seen in his nightmare. England had been dead and he had a feeling that he knew who the killer was.
"Nah." He dismissed his thoughts. It had only been a nightmare. A nightmare that made him realize one thing, he was going to finally tell England how he truly felt.
After getting ready he went to the kitchen where it looked like England was about done and miraculously nothing smelled burnt. America chuckled.

England turned around and smiled at America. "I'm almost done, I made some eggs and bacon for your American tastes."
America stuck his tongue out at him. He saw that there was already some coffee prepared and grabbed a mug to pour some in.
"Thanks dude."
"You're welcome git.

Finally, the food was done and England served them both and grabbed a cup full of tea for himself. They ate in silence at first, America was the first to speak.
"So Iggy, Why are you here again?" He asked, truly curious, for he could not think of a reason England would have come over today. Nothing special seemed to be going on today. "Not that I mind." He added as an afterthought.

"Um well, frankly speaking, I'm not to entirely sure myself. I just felt like I had to come over and see you." He stated blushing at his honesty.
America blushed as well.
"Ah well, I'm glad you did."

The thunder started to sound and not a minute later the rain started to fall. "Sounds bad." England stated the obvious not knowing what else to say.
"Yep! I guess you're staying here for the night." America happily chirped.
"I have no problem with that." England crossed his arms, leaned back, and gave America the tiniest of smiles.

The day passed with them talking and going to the living room to watch television. It was now late at night and America felt he had to tell England about what he had seen in his nightmare.

"Iggy, I want to tell you about what I saw in my dream," America faced forward never looking at England, he felt that England could have seen the fear in his eyes and he didn't want that.
"Alright." England agreed and turned off the television. He faced America but could only see half his face since America seemed to refuse to look at him.

"Last night, in my dream, you were dead. I," He gulped, "I think I was taking care of your body and well in the end I ended up realizing and accepting that you were dead. I hugged your lifeless body and cried. All I could do was sob Iggy. It was the worst feeling ever, you were gone, you had left me all by myself." America felt tears stinging his eyes. He hadn't told England all the details. Like the fact that he had taken England's lifeless, dull eyes out of his sockets nor how he had stitched his lips together to preserve the smile he had imagined on them.

"Who um, who killed me?" England asked now turning to stare at the wall behind the television.
"How do you know you were killed? You could have just died naturally." America stated though he knew that England had asked the right question.
"I don't know." England replied.
"I'm not sure Iggy. I don't know who killed you. Though I think you might have been stabbed."
Silence filled the air. It was getting uncomfortable.
America took a deep breath to calm himself and turned to England.

Lightning flashed. The power went out. England was gone.

"I-Iggy?" America hadn't noticed that England had ever gone up. Wouldn't he had said something?

Another Cliffhanger! Le gasp~!

Yes, I made this chapter longer than the first one!

I think I know what I'm going to do with these two. Would you like to see a happy ending? Or not? Though I may already know how it's going to end, I am just asking to see what people think. Big chance it'll end the way it's going in my head.

Reviews are welcomed and appreciated!

Thanks!