Now I know what you're going to say: "What took you so long?!" Well I have a good explaination. Valentines Day. That and I've been burried in school projects lately including an after school book club that I started. I hope you guys like what I came up with though; everytime I got on to write more I changed my mind on what to put next and this is what I got.

And don't forget to review! Because from now on if I don't get at least 5 on every chapter I post I won't put up a new one. Enjoy!

Alfred's POV~

When I opened my eyes and saw someone trying to hold me down I flipped. I didn't want anyone touching me! Not now, not ever again, and deffinatly not after that dream! 'I'm not supposed to dream when I pass out like that. I never have before. Why now of all times? Why that of all things?'

I jumped to the back of the bed that I was lieing on and realized that weight was still on me. When I looked down at myself I saw that it was some kind of compress that was draped over me. I threw it to the ground like the person that was on top of me earlier and when cold air hit me I realized that it was what had made me so hot.

I was shaking by the time that I looked at the person I had thrown off of me and locked eyes with them for just a moment before looking away. 'It's just Lithuania.' But I was unnurved by the look in his eyes, like he was scared. He wasn't scared for himself though, he was scared for me. Anytime someone was afraid for me I would tell them that I was fine and I'd tell myself that I was fine but I couldn't lie to myself at least, not now; I was pretty far from being fine.

The cold air was hiting my legs and moving upwards like I was wearing a dress or something. Don't ask how I know what it feels like to wear a dress; my excuse: I was drunk. I looked around myself franticly trying to figure out where I was. 'I'm not tied to the bed so Tony probably dosen't know yet but what is that beeping sound?'

I turned around to find that there was a heart monitor in the room. The sound from it though was long and unending. 'I can hear the blood rushing in my ears and this thing is trying to tell me that I'm dead?... Am I dead?'

Lithuania's POV~

He looked at me before looking away and then around him, probably trying to figure out where he was.

"It is alright Mr. America," I told him as calmly as I could. "You are in the hospital, everything is going to be alright." He kept staring at the heart monitor screan that had taken on a long endless tone. I picked up the tiny monitor that had fallen off of his finger in his struggle and moved to return it to its place. He flinched and tried to push himself further back on the bed when I moved in his direction.

I moved slowly trying not to startle him again when a few nurses rushed into the room. They had a male nurse behind them rolling in a high-powered defibrillator. Obviously they were very paniced until they saw that he was awake. "No need to worry," I told them holding up the monitor for them to see. "Just an accedent."

The nurses looked visibly more calm and as the male nurse rolled back down the hall I could hear Mr. America lefting out a breath that I didn't know he'd been holding. Out of the nurses stepped a doctor in a white coat and a stethescope hanging from around her neck. The rest of the nurses quickly cleared out of the room and Mr. America somewhat reluctantly sunk back onto the bed.

"Alright," she said stepping forward and taking the clipbaord from his bed. "First things first," she took the monitor from my hand and placed it back onto Mr. America's finger and the monitor let out a rhythmatic beep that at moment seemed a bit fast. "Those things fall off all the time but they still give me a headache."

She started looking through the papers on the clipboard with a frown on her face at what she saw. "Mr. Jones, you've lost a lot of blood. We've already given you a transfution and you'll probably need to stay the night here so that we can monitor you and I want you to take it easy for a while; we don't need you ripping your stitches."

While she was explaining things, it seemed like he was still trying to let things sink in. He looked at the things that she had mentioned: the transfution hanging next to him, the way that it ran from a tube into his arm, and the opposite arm that was stitched up and rapped in medical bandages.

When she had finished what she was saying for the moment and taking another look at the papers Mr. America took this moment to speak for the first time. "Take out the needle," he said holding his good hand out to her.

"What?," she said, shocked.

"Take out the needle," he repeated. He half turned to me but kept his eyes on the floor. "Toris, go back to my place and grab some clothes for me. I want out of here as soon as possible."

I, too, was in shock. 'How can Mr. America think that he could just go home after all of this?' The doctor said it herself: "you've lost a lot of blood", "stay the night here so that we can monitor you", "I want you to take it easy for a while".

The way his boss is, as long as Mr. America wasn't in a hospital he would get burried in work. I'd seen him go days on end without sleep because of the work that he needed to get done and if he goes home now then he's just going to end up back here again in no time.

"No," she said plainly. "I'm not going to help you kill yourself and if you think that you can just walk out of here after that then you've got another thing coming." She became louder and louder with every word and by the end she looked angry.

When I looked back to Mr. America I expected to see greater anger than her's but instead I saw his once child-like eyes filled with tears of what looked like frustration. He didn't even seem like he was breathing anymore! The heart monitor was going insane. When he looked like he had finally calmed himself enough to speek he said: "My bosses are the government. If you don't let me out of here then one phonecall to them will."

I was ready to scream at him! To tell him how childish and stupid and DANGEROUS he was being! But I stood there and I watched as I waited for there next moves. The doctor looked like she was going to rip his head off in a moment. "You're not alowd to use that hospital phones besides the payphones outside and you're not leaving this room. Only personel can use the staff phones and that's to call you're family or whoever is writen down as emergancy contact for you." For someone speaking to their patients, she sounded as if she was trying to spit venom in every word.

He turned in my direction again without looking at me. "Toris, give me your phone." I jumped hearing my name; I didn't want to be a part of this conversation! There were deffinately only two sides here in both of their minds: Stay here against his wishes or go home and possibley drop dead the moment he takes a step outside the hospital doors. He needed to stay there in the hospital. The only reason he had for wanting to go home was so that he could be left alone to try and kill himself again.

I know what I had to do and what I had to say to him. 'This is going to end badly for me in the long run isn't it?' I opened my mouth to speak when there came a flash of white at the doorway. "Alfred!" it screamed. On closer inspection, I realized that it was Mr. Canada. He came running into the room as fast as he could wearing dripping-wet snow gear and wrapped his arms around his brother in a moment, terribly startling him before pushing the Canadian off of him. He took no mind of this though.

"What happened!?" he screamed lowder than I had ever heard him (which was about the volume of regular speaking). At this moment I heard the door slam close and all but Mr. Canada turned to find that it was Mr. Kumajiro who looked out of breath. A few seconds later there were sounds of hospital personel running down the halls and past the door. 'They must have been chasing him.' A polar bear in a hospital is unusual, and there was no doubt that they didn't allow non-service animals there.

After a few moments of listening to the panic in the hallways the doctor finally turned to Mr. Canada and took him by the arm. "I'll explain what I can after I can varify that you two are family," she said professionally. 'For someone who is supposed to make people better she is awfully cold to people.'

"We're brothers," they said simultaniously; Mr. America sounding apithetic yet slightly annoyed and Mr. Canada still frantic.

"Alright. Mr. Jones was brought here by ambulance around 1 pm because of a 911 call. When he arrived he had already lost a significant amount of blood; we stopped the blooding, stitched him up, and put him in here to rest with a transfution. It's a merical that he's still alive," she told him in a much-too-professional voice. Mr. Canada seemed to calm down a little but not completely.

By the end of her little speach we looked past Mr. Canada to Mr. America as if to say something when he suddenly hung up a cell phone that had a red maple leaf on it. "Hope you don't mind that I borrowed your phone dude," he said nonchalantly. "I'll be out of here in about 5 minutes tops. Now you can either take out the needle or I'll do it myself."

Before she could open her mouth to speak again a few men in black suits with sunglasses barged into the room carrying a paper bag with them. An obviously upset nurse came into the room telling them that they can't do this. They ignored her, shoving their way past people to Mr. America and handing him the bag before almost ransacking the room as if they were looking for something.

After they were finished they stepped in front of Mr. America before soluting him. "The room is sicure," one said. 'Are these some of the "secret service" I've heard about?' If they were then they were more terrifying than I'd thought.

"Good," he said to them without looking up, like he'd done to everyone but the doctor. "Everyone out so I can change."

The strange men ended their solute and proceeded to throw everyone out of the hospital room, ignoring the extremely loud protest. In all of the shouting I could see Mr. Canada begin to panic even more as he heard the doctor and nurse screaming that if he was left alone by himself he would try to atempt suicide again. I silently prayed that they weren't right.

I hope you guys liked it! I've already started the next chapter but remember that if I don't get at least 5 reviews, you will never see it.

Tell me anything; ideas about things you want in the next chapter or later on in the story, where you think I should go with this new developement, when more people are going to start bugging America on what happened, and what I really want to know is what you guys think America should do about Lithuania now.

By the way, Lady Morgan of Sealand was the first to get the basic idea of who it was that found America in the last chapter and hanareader was the first one to guess that it was him.