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Chapter four: boss vs country:

To kill time, Kiku brushed the dirt and leaves from his porch. As he swept left to right, mind out in the open, the wind blew. A single leaf from the nearby tree broke loose from its branch and fluttered in the air. Surprised, Kiku reached out and let the leaf land into his palm.

Japan had never seen such a beautiful day. It was springtime and he had just gotten done with all the house chores. It was around this time he would invite America to come over and chat. It felt odd not being bothered for so long by America.

"Alfred," he prayed. "May you sever free from your sickness."

Still clenching the leaf, Kiku's mind wandered. How did he not realize that Alfred had become so close to him over the recent years? Whenever he or Alfred was free they would travel to each other's lands and learn so much about each other. Yes, he was also close friends with Arthur, but with Alfred it was different, it felt like…

he was a parent constantly watching over a naive child.

Kiku sighed and let the leaf fall to the ground. He had secretly loved Alfred's innocence and his spurts of energy. He loved watching Alfred let loose and play around, it was a lot of work because of his recklessness but still, in the end it was fun.

Hopefully when he is better it will still be that way.

Kiku put his broom away in the closet and walked into his room to change into his white navy uniform. It was almost time for another meeting. If he didn't hurry he would be late. He was more eager to get there so he could talk with England and find out how America was doing.

-Later at the meeting hall-

"What's going on here?" Japan was shocked. He had run to the meeting hall only to find it a mess and every one looking so angry, namely Ludwig and Arthur.

"What's going on here?" Japan repeated, there were only a few people around; everyone who stayed was on edge and standing from their seats. The two front desks were tossed over and paperwork littered the floor. Kiku knew they fought, but never with such ferocity, because after all, even when their human friends died they only had each other to rely on.

"What he said was inexcusable!"England rushed past Japan with a bloody lip, his collar was stretched out and his green jacket was torn on the shoulder.

"What who said?" Japan asked, extremely confused at all the ruckus. But when he had turned around, England was gone. Shaking, Japan turned to Ludwig, he stood in the corner, his shirt was also a mess and a burse was forming on his upper cheek.

"This morning I was explaining how we should keep America away from us." Ludwid said, seeing as he was the only one willing to explain himself.

"Why would you say that?"

"Even mentioning it made England bust a fuse," Ludwig cut in. "If what he had is contagious it could be the end of us. I was looking out for the best of everyone, it has been weeks and he still hasn't got any better."

"But if it's so contagious why hasn't England caught it yet?" Russia asked, while he picked up some of the fallen chairs that had tumbled over the fight. Most of Ivan's friends had left when the fight broke out, and he would have left to, but the thought of blood spilling always made his heart race.

"Yes he is right. We have no right to assume anything." Japan said, glaring at Germany. He had understood now what made England so enraged, and it was angering him too.

Since he felt no one else viewed the subject as he did, it was then Ludwig grabbed his suitcase, swearing loudly in German made every one jump. He pushed everyone in his way and walked out of the door.

"I think I understand now." North Italy explained, once Germany could no longer be heard, the countries stared at him, wondering what he meant. "I don't think Germany wanted to push America away more than anyone else. I think he was ordered to say that."

"It would make sense, I suppose." France admitted. "Either way, England shouldn't have gotten so jumpy, he only warned us, and we didn't have to listen to him if we really didn't want to."

"What to do now is the question." Japan sat down in a chair. Things have gotten into a big mess without America around.

"I have been visiting America, and doing exams on his body, aru." China was the only one smiling. In his smooth pale hand was a vase. "I have my speculations, but…this could be more serious than any of us thought, aru."

-Else where-

England rubbed his nose; it started bleeding again and all over his white collared shirt. "Goddammit!" he shouted. He punched a nearby tree, it hurt his hand but the pain was nothing, nothing compared to what he was feeling at the moment. His cell phone rang, it was a joyful melody. He pulled it out of his pocket, flipped it open and pressed it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Hello! Hello! England?" It was America's cheerful voice. Like the leaves that fell when he punched the tree, his anger had fluttered away in an instant.

"America. How are you feeling?" England asked, trying his best to sound cheerful.

"I'm much better now. I'm just so hunnngery England." On the other end America was in the guest bedroom at England's house, where he had stayed for what seemed like forever. His feet pushed the sheets and blankets on the floor. Fresh blood pooled around his body, and all over his white pajamas. He stared at his hand, also covered in blood. It trembled violently. "I'm doing real good actually. How is the meeting?"

"It's good." England lied, in reality he forgotten about the meeting.

"Ohh, that's good." America whispered, not sure what else to say. Lately he was wondering if he was even needed at the meetings. It seems that he was not even missed, everything rolled along fine, with or without him. The blood was becoming hard against his skin. Moments earlier he puked blood and it scared him so much he picked up the phone just to hear England voice, it soothed him.

"I'll be home as soon as I can. I'll rent a Hollywood move or something and I'll make soup for you." Even being gone for an instant made his mind race with worry. "I promise."

"The soup wont taste like lumps of coal would it? I never met anyone who can burn water like you do." America laughed, holding his chest because his throat burned every time he moved.

"Fine, fine you wanker, I'll by some at the supermarket."

"No, it's ok. If you make it England I'll eat it. I always do don't I?"

"If you insist you git. On the way here I bought a cook book and I'll give this one recipe a try."

"I look forward to it, I'll see you later then, I have to wash up." America held the phone to his ear. He didn't want to stop talking but his stupid stomach wanted to release its contents again…and it might be blood. If he hurries, he had time to clean the sheets he got dirty, he didn't want to worry England anymore then necessary. It wasn't his job.

"Yeah, Bye bye."

"Bye."

England hung up his cell once he heard the dial tone. As he walked to his car, a black Ni-san, he decided what to do with his extra time. America would be suspicious if he came home too early. He shut the door and ordered his driver to go to the nearest supermarket.

The cell phone made a buzz sound, which meant he had a text message.

Come see me.

_B0ss

After reading it over a million times, rattling his brain on what to do, before he finally ordered his driver to take him to his boss, nearly halfway across the city.

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"I was worried you wouldn't want to come and see me." His boss was a big, tall man with his salt and peppered hair combed neatly on the side. Even with the crow's feet on the corner of his eyes, he looked stylish in his expensive tailored suite.

England bowed before his boss, keeping his eyes focused on the floor. "I always come to see you sir. Don't I?"

"Yes but lately you seemed to have been very busy, haven't you?" He smiled and gestured for England to sit down by his desk.

England politely refused, "I shouldn't be here long. I have many things to do."

"Arthur, what can you possibly do what you haven't done a million times before? What secrets are you keeping from me?"

"I haven't kept any secrets." Arthur answered blankly. "What happens in my house is my business. We had signed that arrangement once you took office. Isn't that correct sir?" England had no intention to sound rude, he was just in a hurry to get home and his job should always be separate from his home life. But when he glanced at his boss he knew right away he should have chosen a right set of words.

"I have gotten many calls lately that involve you and a certain Alfred F. Jones, also known as America. What is that guy to you?"

"He is my friend."

"Don't fuck with me!" His boss snapped, Arthur jumped back, startled at his bosses anger. "I know what's going on here! Don't count me as a fool, that's one thing I am certainly not. I have heard everything from Germany's boss. I can care less about your sexual life but I do care if you're giving us a bad image and harboring America! I order you right now to let him go back to his country. Let his boss worry about him, it isn't any of your concern. It isn't your duty."

"I understand what you are saying. But as a human…"

"You are not human! You are your people's essence, without the people of this land you wouldn't exist, no nation would. Don't confuse yourself with humans!"

England was at a loss of words. His boss wanted nothing to do with the sick country and what would happen if…he wasn't around to protect him? "I may not be human. But I am sure Alfred is special to me. And I cannot let him go. I can't."

"So." His boss calmed himself and he was standing next to his fluffy leather chair. "So you're saying, even if I order you to let him go. You won't?"

Arthur lifted his gaze to his boss. He had never once disobeyed any of his bosses. But this once he had to. Just once. "Yes. I will never disobey you again, but this one time I cannot do as you ask."

His boss laughed an eerie laugh. He sat back into his desk and rubbed his finger through his hair. "I had a feeling you would say that. No... I knew very well you would say that."

England had many bosses, some he loved to some he didn't care so much for, but for the first time he had felt hatred for one of them. His thick eyebrows furrowed.

"I had already taken the liberty to remove America from your home. Until he gets better he will be locked away. End of discussion, now leave my sight. And England, next time you decide to do something on your own make sure to run it by me first."

A wave of disgust and rage swept through Arthur's veins. He had to leave. He had to run home and find out if what his boss said was truth. He had spoken to him only minutes earlier, he seemed fine.

"May I be excused sir?"

His boss's eyebrow arched in amusement. "Didn't I say you could go?"

Without waiting another second, Arthur turned his heal and ran, the old building smelt like rot. Once he reached the parking lot he jumped into his car. "Go! We have to get to my house now."

His driver looked confused. Only when Arthur yelled, "Go!" Did his foot slam on the accelerator. Arthur was slammed back into his seat, his hands griped the door. The buildings blurred.

England remembered a time when all he did was listen to his boss, like an obedient dog. He listened so well it managed to push America and his people away. If he had been a lot disobedient then, maybe Alfred would have been different as well, maybe more loving and affectionate towards him. But that was the past, he can't change it now, he can only make things better in the present. And the first step was doing what he believed in.

Even if Alfred would fight him in an instant, Arthur didn't have the heart to battle. He never did. Even when he had the chance to kill him...he just couldn't...

Alfred the human, not America, meant everything to him. He always knew that, yet he kept his feelings bottled up.

It took about an hour by car to get into his homes drive way. If his boss was telling the truth, he had plenty of time to do it. Even going a hundred on the freeway couldn't get Arthur to his own house fast enough.

His green eyes filled with tears. He tossed his jacket into the car and he rolled up his sleeves. Every step was like he was walking to his own execution. His heart thumped madly into his chest.

"America?" He called, his mouth was unbearably dry.

Once he reached his door. He knew his worst nightmare had come true. It was forced open; the knob was busted completely off. It slid open with ease as he touched it with his hand. The house was a bigger disaster. His belongings were shoved fiercely to the floor, his books, his couch, like his life was in chaos.

In the back of Arthur's mind there was a bit of hope. America had the brute strength of anyone he knew. Maybe he had escaped? Or fought himself free? But then he was so sick and his body was racked in pain…

"America?" England called, hoping for his miracle. He searched the kitchen, his study room and the only room he hadn't checked was the guest room. After looking everywhere he made his way to the last room in the house. He wasn't sure what he would find but if there were any clue to where Alfred was it would be in that room. Like every other door in the house, it was kicked or shoved open. He shut his eyes before he could see anything.

"Open your eyes Arthur! You have to see." One of his fairy friends called to him, he did as he was told and saw the room. The strange thing was nothing was broken inside the guest room. Everything was the same as he left it. He turned his head to the bed. He almost fainted. The sheets were covered in a bright red substance.

"B-blood?" England cried out. He had never felt so alone before.

to be continued (maybe)