Alfred had no idea why Matthew sent him a letter to come to the meeting hall. He knew how much he hated meetings now. Another thing; why send a note telling you to talk when you could just write what you wanted to say on the note? Maybe it was supposed to be private, but since they practically lived together now, wouldn't it make more sense to just tell him before leaving to go there, or at least wake him up to tell him? Whatever. It was obviously important, or Mattie wouldn't go all this way to talk to him. Especially because he could just say screw it and bail out at any time.

So he ended up going to the meeting hall alone. The note said to go to the room two doors down to the bathroom, but he was savvy enough to wait this time. There was no tiny window in the door, so he decided to open it all the way for him and potential witnesses to see what was inside.

A room just like the last one appeared. There was no escape, except for a few small windows. His heart and body were on fire. Then he spotted Korea, who was there for some reason. He didn't know too much about Korea, even though they were friends. After all, he thought that he knew them. It turns out that he didn't. Sensing his distress, Young Soo smiled. America wasn't going to make that same mistake again. He began to close the door.

"What're you doing?! I just wanted to talk to you without any interference, and now you're already trying to leave!? Sheesh."

America took two steps in, holding open the door. "Where's Matthew? Did he have anything to do with this?!" He thought could trust Mattie, his brother, friend, and only person who cared if he lived or died. Mattie couldn't betray him. He didn't leave him when he thought he did, though that made him an easier target for England, the second he got so weak. Mattie loved him. Mattie cared. He would be alone otherwise.

"Do with what? Listen, I just wanted talk to you alone. That's all. Not beat, murder, or anything like that. Just talk to you. Ask you what's up, because, America, you're worrying me."

"How am I worrying you? W-w-what d-did I do wrong?!"

"That; you're acting as if I might hit you. Your dependence on Canada, which is draining even him-"

"Alfred, I've never known you to be dependent on anyone, especially your brother."

America turned around. England was walking towards him. Could he smell the fear on him? Was he going to grin sadistically as he - Please, God, save me.

Alfred leaped backwards, bumbling towards Korea and almost touched him before moving away. The two glanced into their eyes. He tried not to show how hurt he was by this betrayal.

"E-E-En-Engl-England, wh-what a-a-are you d-d-doing here? I-I-emI-I-I/em-I t-t-t-t-t-t-ry-ry-rying to f-fix the ec-c-conomy, b-b-b-b-ut I n-neEEd m-more time. P-p-pleas-se-se, I n-need more t-time."

"I don't want to talk about that", England coolly replied.

"I-I-I-I-I'll do be-better, just please, just please, just please give me more time. I-I'll fix this crisis in a month if-f y-you want it."

"Alfred that's not-

"A week then. Th-th-that's good. I-I'll fix everything in a week, I w-w-will. P-p-please, I-l'll fix everything. It wi-ill be like n-nothing ha-happened. Please. I b-beg you."

"Al"-

"America, we need to talk", said France, leading in Japan, Romano, and Italy. How many of the people from before were going to come? Was this all just to distract him, were they really going to do that again?!

"I thought that we were doing this one by one. Don't you know that you're only going to frighten him!?", Arthur said angrily.

"You wanted America to yourself? That isn't we are here. You know why we're here" said France.

"Yeah, to finish up loose ends. I, all of us, can't turn back" said Romano.

"L-l-l-l-l-loooook, I-I-I see th-that you guys are p-p-p-planing s-something, but is it really that necessary?" Please, God, help me.

"Yes", was the response, chanted angrily in unison. Alfred started to choke on his spit.

It was going to happen again.

"America? America?"

"America!"

"Alfred!"

All he knew was that he was running, to where was unknown. He leaped over the chair, and started to run on the table. Time was distorted, he couldn't tell what was going on. They were distorted, they didn't make any sense now. He was distorted, running away from a fight he should win, from people he knew. He wanted to get away, the moment he stopped was the moment he-

Even reality was distorted, as the table was dragging him to his death. Was this a dream, a nightmare? Everyone was pulling the table towards the blocked exit. Everyone had betrayed him. He was not dreaming. This was a nightmare, and he was in Hell.

He screamed and jumped off. He tried to run towards the door, but their filthy bodies covered it. It was actually going to happen again, he was going to get hurt again, and destroyed again and again and again and again and again and again until time stopped and all had died.

Everything already had died. Trust, dreams, love. Them. Him.

Hope.

There was no point to anything anymore.

Alfred finally stopped. Stopped running, screaming, hoping, all of that. Once again he trapped. Canada was gone. emThey/em were here.

It would happen again. There was nothing he could do. Nothing to stop it with. Nothing to fight for. He spied a window.

If a nation was fragile while an accident happened to it, like a bad economy, or an assassination on a leader, it would die. A fall out the window could count. It had to.

… Korea was confused; did America go into shock? Why did he freak out like that in the first place? Even when he was angry, the younger nation didn't hit people. That was something that he had to learn about life; friend aren't always going to be so patient. What was up with him, acting so scared? They were his friends, they just wanted to talk to him before he freaked out. He had to ask him what was wrong.

But then he saw Alfred's eyes as he looked towards him (or perhaps the window) for the first time in a while, and saw that they were… disturbing. His normally happy blue eyes were a dead grey that held no happiness, just there, existing in despair as defeat drowned out the hope.

He knew that Alfred wanted to die even before he ran to the window. But he underestimated just how tired he was from the sadness, and fear that was becoming realized. The flames were approaching ever closer to overcoming him and his fear of death. Im Young Soo just didn't realize how eager America was to die.

"Alfreeeeeeed!"

It landed with a thump. England started to cry, the first time many in the room had seen him do so.

"Alfred, what have I done?!"/p

Walking gingerly, like he was in a nightmare that might take hold and consume him, Im Young walked to the window. He saw his friend's body. He was too shocked to cry. He only whispered, "Why?"

"Darkness filled them. It was sunny outside. Bathed in the light, Alfred started cry. Why didn't he die? It was just going to happen again. He was going to die eventually. "Why not now?", he yelled with all his strength. Korea picked him up. He didn't hear. He didn't hear. He didn't know. The happiest man in the world tried to die. Murder himself. He didn't know why. He didn't know.

"Why did this happened?" Young Soo started to cry.

Does he cry because he care, or only because you're too weak to defend him? They don't care about you, only about what you provide. They will destroy everything you are and care about to get what they want. They wouldn't care if you died if it got them what they wanted. Darkness entered his heart, his mind rationalizing it.

Everything thing he loved and had fought for was had died.