Chapter 3: "Alfred is fine"

America's eyes widen a bit as he paused at the call of his name. Slowly, he turned around to find who called him; a small smile came across his face. "E-England…" He quickly made his way over to the Brit and bent down. "H-Hey."

England didn't move much. His eyes were heavy and he didn't really talk, but that didn't stop America. He gently held onto England's hand and got close to him, England's grip tightened a bit. America wanted to keep talking, but he remembered something, something the doctors told him; when he wakes up, don't say a word, get the doctors. America frowned as he realized he already messed up with the instructions, shit. He slowly let go of England's hand and started for the door, until scared England grabbed onto his wrist and tried pulling him back. "I-I'll be right back." America smiled a bit to calm England's nerves. He didn't say anything but he trusted the American's word and let go. America quickly went out to the nurses on staff. "E-Excuse me."

"Hallo. Was ist los?" The nurse said with a heavy German accent, America kept forgetting that they spoke German.

"U-um, English." America tried to explain, it seems she didn't understand though. "English." He tried again.

"Mr. Jones." America turned toward the voice of the German doctor, the one that had been treating England. America was a bit surprised, Germany himself was with the doctor. "Is there something wrong?"

"N-Not wrong," America said. "E-England woke up."

"He did?" The doctor sounded surprised. "He's early."

"Huh? Whatda mean?" America asked.

"The last scan showed that his brain wasn't close to fully healing yet, so he shouldn't be awake yet." The doctor looked towards England's room. "Ludwig come with me please." He started going for the door, America followed too until Germany stopped him.

"We have to ask him questions America, it would be better if you weren't there, okay?" Germany said, trying to be understanding. America nodded and went to get a seat close by.

An hour or two passed before Germany and the doctor came out. America jumped up when he saw them. "Well? Is he okay? What's up with him?"

"All his normal functions are good, he's able to talk, write, move around, everything like that is fine." The doctor explained.

America had a huge sigh in relief and smiled. "That's great news." He looked toward Germany to agree, but he didn't change. "What's wrong?"

"His natural memories are there… talking, writing, all of that…But…" Germany explained. "He has no other memories, he has no idea he's a country. He didn't even know his name was England until you said something."

"Which brings me back to why did you talk to him when I told you not to?" The doctor gave a heavy stare to America. "You screwed everything up."

"I-I'm sorry…" America pouted. "I-I forgot and-"

"Well we can't treat him normally now." The doctor said.

"I-I'm sorry!"

"You should be, you screwed up everything."

"Doc." Germany gave a look when he saw America's face so upset. "Look, America, we'll explain everything to you later. Just go back in for now, he's probably confused."

"R-Right. I-I can talk to him?"

"Ja. For now." The doctor said. "I'll be in later to run some tests on him."

"R-Right." America turned to leave, stopped, and turned back a bit. "Um, thank you for helping him." The doctor nodded a bit at him. America quietly made his way back into England's room, noticing he was sleeping and figured it was best to let him sleep. He sat down and looked toward the quiet Brit, he looks cold. America reached over a bit and started pulling the blanket over the Brit's shoulders, until he looked at America, he quickly pulled back. "E-England," He tried smiling a bit. "Y-You're awake."

England just looked at him. "Y-You just looked a little cold," America said. He reached back over carefully and pulled the blanket over his shoulder. "T-There." America smiled a bit. He didn't know how to act, he messed up already and he didn't know if he was doing things the right way or the wrong way.

"Am…" England started to say, his voice was low, a bit scratchy, "Am I…England?…"

"Y-Yeah."

"You….You're…Alfred?…"

"Y-yup. That's right, o-or you can call me America." America said, England looked like he didn't like the idea, his eyes looked a bit upset with the words. "Or just Alfred. Alfred is fine." America smiled. Maybe he wants my human name cause it's the only thing he remembers, America thought. He sat back in his chair a bit. "E-England, does your head hurt?" He looked at the bandages around the Brit's head.

"A-A little…" England said, he reached up a bit and touched his forehead, America frowned a bit. "A-Alfred."

"Yeah?"

"W-what happened to me?" He asked, America's eyes widen a bit, how was he suppose to explain this to him?

"I-I don't think you could really understand England," America said, he gulped. "Y-You need to recover first. Once you're healed up and stuff, I'll tell you the whole story."

"Tell me some of the story then."

America frowned and gulped a bit. "Y-you were hurt by someone, England." He said. "I can't really tell you why-"

"What about how?"

America frowned again. "Do you… remember what a gun is?" England tried thinking, but he couldn't really remember. "When you do, we'll talk, okay?" England nodded a bit.

"O-Okay…" England said. "Y-You'll help me…right?"

"R-Right. Of course." America smiled. "W-When the doctors give me the okay, I'll help you out." England tried smiling a bit. "T-Trust me, you'll remember everything, okay? Just trust me."

"I-I trust you." England said, America tried keeping his smile up, if you had your memory, you never would of said that. He bent over a bit and kissed the Brit's cheek, he could tell England was scared, he wanted to calm him down.

"You'll be okay." America said. He noticed England's hand sticking out of the blanket and gently grabbed onto it. "You'll be fine." England tried to smile softly and closed his eyes. "Just get some more rest okay?" England nodded a bit and kept his eyes shut. America gulped a bit and stayed silent, but didn't let go of his cold hand. For once, he was able to sit in complete silence. He could hear the sound of the nurses and doctors outside the room, the sound of rain outside, the heart monitor beeping with every heart beat, even England's breathing. He usually liked loud things, the TV blasting, fireworks, the sounds of cars zooming by, but right now, he liked the silence.

He couldn't bring himself to move away though, not once. If he was bored he watched the rain from his seat. If he was hungry he simply ignored it. If he had to go to the bathroom, he didn't, he barely had to go with his lack of drinking lately anyway. He felt he just had to stay by England's side, incase he woke up or there was something wrong, or at least that's what he thought. He shook his head at the thought it could have been something more. England struggled sleeping, his hands shook a bit, his eyes twitched, he even moaned a little. America frowned at the Brit, then looked at the hand he held when he noticed the Brit's grip got tighter. He took his other hand and covered England's until he stopped shaking and loosened his grip a bit, back to peace once again. And before he knew it, America himself had drifted off to sleep too.

He woke up with a light blanket on him and even some sound of a TV. He moved around in his seat a bit and snuggled into the blanket more, not wanting to open his eyes. He knew he had to get up though, he stretched out his arms and legs, rolled over a bit, and finally opened his eyes. He looked over and thought he would find the Brit asleep, but instead found him wide awake, even eating. He looked down at the blanket on him, then to England, and back to the blanket, he knew the blanket was on England last night. "Good morning." England looked toward him. "You looked a little cold last night. Y-you don't mind right?"

"N-No, not at all." America smiled a bit towards him. "Thank you England." England nodded. "So, whatcha eating?" he looked over, it was the first time England was actually eating himself, it made America kinda happy.

"I think it was called cereal?"

"Oh." America nodded. "Well you, um, eat up kay?" England nodded and took another spoon full, he was starving. America got up and stretched out a bit, walking around the room. He looked back at England every minute, he seems to be more open than yesterday, he noticed. He sighed a bit and looked back out the window, at least the rain had cleared up…

"Alfred." England spoke and America turned around back to him. "W-What… what is your relation to me?…"

"Relation?"

"Y-Yes." he stuttered. "How do I know you?" America gulped a bit.

"We, um," he gulped again. "We used to be like brothers. W-We were close."

"Were?" England questioned. "What do you mean were?" America gulped once again, how could he explain it? The revolution, the betrayal, the pain he had put England through, there's no way he could say that to him.

"Um…" he paused. "England, that's a story for another day, yeah?" England looked at him curiously but nodded. "It's just a better that you don't think or focus too much, kay?" England nodded again.

"So then… Do I have any…real brothers?"

"Um, yeah. You do." he told him. "Three actually, all older. Scotland, Wales, and Ireland."

"And… What do they look like?…"

America frowned a bit, the fact he couldn't even remember his own family sunk his heart a bit. "Their all ginger, I mean, red-haired. It's a mixture between orange and red, yeah?" England nodded and looked at him curious. "Their taller, um, bright green eyes, they don't really look like you but their your brothers."

"And do I have any sisters?"

"Not that I know of." America said. "That's all you really need to worry about as far as family. I-I guess, maybe, you could count me too? I mean, we're, uh, still pretty close."

"We are?"

"Yeah we are." America gulped his lie out. England accepted that as the truth and laid back down after sitting up for so long to eat his breakfast. Only the sound of the TV seemed to be the only noise, until a loud voice broke any peace. "Bonjour!" France barged in, "Britain! You're alive!" he quickly ran in and to the Brit's bed. "I really thought you were dead or at least still in a coma or something!" England stared at France in complete lost.

"F-France," America tried to call him. "I've actually been worried! Did you know I actually went back to Paris and then heard you were alive! ? You never even called to tell me or anything! ? Shame on you!"

"France…"

"You look horrible too! You're all pale and your hair is a mess and your head is still wrapped up! ? Geez!"

"France!"

"What! ?" France turned to America.

"Look at him." America said. France looked back at England, who was in a complete daze. He looked at the French man in complete confusion.

"W-Who are you?…" England asked.

"W-What? You don't know who I am?…" France's eyes had widen as England shook his head. Before France could say another word, America grabbed him by his hair and pulled him out the door; England's look of confusion now went to total concern of how he could possibly know him. "My precious hair! You jerk!" France combed his hair with his fingers once America let go outside the room."France," America started. "England lost his memory."

"What?" he looked at him surprised.

"His memories are gone, France. All of it. He still knows how to talk or walk or write, all basic things he knows, but his memories of being a country are gone. He didn't even know who he was until I told him. He barely knows who I am either."

"B-but…" France peeked back into the room at the Brit getting comfortable back in his bed. "He couldn't of… All of it? Gone? Poof?"

"Poof. Gone France." America said.

"He'll die…" France put his head down but America only looked at him confused.

"What? What do ya mean he'll die? He's healed now."

"Non. You don't understand." France looked back at him. "America, there's a reason we disappear when we die. No one should know about us, no one who shouldn't have to anyway. We know all of our countries, everything secret. But if we can't fulfill our duties, we would have to be replaced or something."

"W-Wait. You're telling me that because he can't remember his country, he's gonna die?" America asked, France nodded. "He just survived death just to die again! ?"

"He needs to remember."

"So unless he remembers everything, he'll die? He'll be replaced?"

"Zat is correct." France frowned. America peeked back in too.

"Then I'll just get him to remember…" America said. "Trust me, I'll get him to remember everything. I won't let him die." he slowly made a fist before returning back into the room, France following behind.

"Allow me to restart that," France started. "My name is Francis Bonnefoy, I stand for the country of France." he put his hand for a shake, which England didn't know much to do with it but put his hand up for it. Instead of a shake, France grabbed under his hand and kissed it. "And I am your lover~!" England made a sour face and shook with the thought. "France!" America yelled. England tried to take his hand away but France held onto it, then positioned it to an actual shake."Ze truth is, I'm a friend, England." he kept his hand with England's. "It's nice to meet you."

OOOOOOOHAHAHAH I FINALLY UPDATED *CHEER*

It's a make up week for me so IM FINALLY doing this one again! I got ideas going~! So yeah, yup, si, oui. *fall over* good night Q.Q (Doing this late at night when I have school the next day, you are so welcome XD)