A/N: Merry almost Christmas everyone, what better way to spend the holidays than in your room reading some stupid fanfiction. Seriously, thank you to everyone who reads this, it means a lot. I'm sorry for the shortness of this chapter. Please Review and give constructive criticism if you can. Thanks again.

There was complete darkness, nothing around but a sea of black. Japan could hardly breath in the expanse or emptiness. He's been here before, whenever Kuro took hold of him he was sent to this void. Something about it though, Japan thought, was different. Something was off, but what? Japan stood up, surprised that he could move at all. Finding no reason to stand in one spot the entire time, he walked forward. He wasn't really trying to get anywhere, even if he was, without reference points he wouldn't get far. In the distance he saw something in the distance, he couldn't tell from where he was. Japan ran to the figure, hoping to find someway out of here. As he approached it got easier to tell what it was. Japan recognized what, or rather who it was. It was England, clad in the same beige suit he wore to the meeting. Japan's eyes widened when he saw the blood staining England's shirt. He was hunched over, shakily holding a hand over his wound. He look at Japan with great hostility. He stepped away from Japan, gasping for breath he couldn't seem to get. Despite being obviously unwelcomed, Japan called out to England's trembling figure.

"E-England, are you alright?" Japan asked.

Obviously not of course, Japan knew this already. England began to hack and cough, Japan almost didn't hear the shaky words he whispered.

"You did it" He wheezed before being launched back into a fit of coughing.

"What do you mean? I don't remember hurting you. Let me help you England!" Japan said, with fear in his voice. It was true that he had no memory of this, he had no memory past England leading him into his basement. He feared that he had done it, that Kuro made him do it. He began to approach before someone yelled from behind him.

"Stay away from him!" The voice boomed.

Japan whipped around to see America glaring furiously at him. He shook in his place. More countries started to appear, surrounding him, muttering phrases. "Demon" "Murderer" "Killer" "Monster". Japan fell to his knees, gripping his head, trying futily to muffle the murmurs that were getting increasingly louder. Laughter cut through all of the murmurs, that were now at a volume of yelling. Japan slowly raised his head, only for his eyes to meet the piercing red ones of Kuro. He laughed and laughed, getting louder and louder. The laughter, the phrases, he was going mad. He needed to get out, he needed to escape. He wanted someone to save him, but inside he knew that there was no saving for him.

Japan awoke with a jolt, gasping for breath. It was just a dream, he thought with relief. Even with that in mind, the content of his dream made a feeling of uneasiness settle in his stomach. He sat up, his sweat-soaked clothes stuck onto his skin, stinging the wounds from last night. Shudders swept through him as memories from that night resurfaced. Never had he been so afraid, how pathetic. Japan got out of bed, noting to change the sheets later. He made his way to the bathroom, stripping for a well deserved shower.

Japan stood directly under the jet of water, relishing the feeling of it cooling his burning skin. He thought back to yesterday, trying to remember what happened after England led him down. Nothing, it was all a blur. He sighed as he leaned on the shower wall. He worried for his dear friend. He could only hope he was okay.

England laid in his bed, he would've gotten up by now if it weren't for America watching him like a hawk. The others had left already, however America had stayed for reasons he couldn't see. Ever since the Revolutionary war England had thought America despised him, but here he was, tending to his every need. England tried to sit up, cringing in pain. Almost instantly America was next to him, laying him back down.

"Don't push yourself Iggy, you're gonna make it worse" He said, as he gently pushed England back down.

"I can take care of myself just fine you git! Why are you still here anyway?" England snapped.

"Isn't obvious? I'm the hero" he said with a goofy grin.

England knew as much as America did that it was not the reason America stayed. However England had to admit, America brought light onto the situation.

"You dolt" England sighed.

"What were you trying to do anyway? You know you shouldn't be moving in your condition." America asked, the grin gone.

"That's none of your concern!" England shouted.

"Alright! Geez" America replied.

America closed the shutters to England's window and went to turn off the lamp. He met eyes with England, and smiled.

"Now get some rest, old man" America smiled

Normally England would've yelled at the notion of being called "old man", however he simply nodded with closed eyes and drifted off. After America was sure England was fast asleep he stood up, bringing England's empty mug of tea with him into the kitchen. His mind wandered as he made his way down the long hallways of England's house. Why had he stayed? He thought he hated England. Did he ever really hate England in the first place? He wondered. He rinsed the mug and set it in the sink. That was something for another day.

A/N: Alright, so here's chapter 4. All written, reread and posted. I do apologize for any spelling and Grammar mistakes. I'll write more if I get some reviews, I really don't know whether you like this or not. So if you do like it I'll write more. Thanks again.