POV Arthur

The day had started off normal enough.

I had gone to a meeting earlier in the day. Of course, I had to meet with one of the American embassies and America's house was much easier than finding a hotel for my flight the day after morrow. (I had a meeting tomorrow with America and his President.) So I called up America and of course the idiot was more than happy to accept. I had to wonder where he got his energy most of the time.

I took a taxi to his house as soon as my meeting was over. When I knocked however, that small menace opened the door rather than America. This made me suspicious.

"Where is America?" I inquired.

"Fucking limey!" was the response I got, as he slammed the door shut. I huffed at the little monstrosity as I then heard a few thumping noises. Then out the door came America.

He looked like he just got out of bed, honestly. His golden hair was askew, as were his glasses, but his eyes still shone like the bright sky so I brushed off my worry why he would possibly have just gotten up. (America never wanted to waste a moment of the day.)

"Hey Iggy!" he shouted as he opened the door.

I blushed (though I won't admit that later) at his comment and sputtered a "Don't call me that you git!" He laughed at me then beckoned me inside of the house and took my suitcase. I walked to the living room and he came in soon after putting my stuff down. I noticed that he wouldn't look at me. He was also fidgeting quite a bit, however he always did that.

"America?" I said.

He jumped at the sudden statement, but still wouldn't look at me . "Yeah, what is it?" He glanced at me for a moment then away again. Alright, something is definitely wrong. "America look at me."

He looked at me finally. He looked tired and not nearly as energetic as usual, which made me curious as to what could possibly cause him to be that tired. "Is your boss overworking you?" I asked. I can't imagine him having that much work but, there was no other solution I could think of.

He stiffened for a moment, then relaxed again. "Yeah, I've had so much paperwork lately, I haven't gotten much sleep," he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. I scrutinized him, trying to find signs that he might be lying. Not finding anything, I relaxed myself into my chair again.

"If you need to go to bed don't mind me. I know my way to the guest room and kitchen," I told him. He seemed to stiffen when I said 'kitchen' but brushed it off as my imagination. I stood up and made my way towards the room in question. "Would you like some tea to help?"

"Nah, I'll just head up to my room now," and with that he headed up the stairs. When I turned to keep on going to the kitchen I saw IT again. I glared at him and he glared back with his red eyes, like he was calculating something. I turned away from him and continued on. Once I had made my tea I decided that it was time for me to go to bed myself (it had been about 6 o'clock when I arrived). I got in my pajama pants and folded up my suit so it would be fine for my meeting tomorrow.

I laid down on the bed and covered myself the blanket and fell asleep. Next thing I know I'm being held captive by that alien. You should know what happened after that.