AN: So this is the follow up to Alfred finding Arthur. Just to dispell any confusion this story will have two chapters on different people saving Arthur, not sure how many I'll do and If there is anyone you want then you can message me about it. Enjoy.

To Fix What Is Broken Chapter Four:

Saving The Day

Alfred had woken earlier and called the sibling nations of Arthur and had felt in fear for his life when he was bombarded with questions and accusations. Scotland had been swearing almost constantly, giving Alfred hell for what had happened. Connor had been more calmer, but still sounded angry as hell. Gráinne had spent all her time screaming at him down the phone. He had been trembling when telling Dylan what had happened, and the death glare he could feel over the phone. After that he climbed back onto the bed and huffed.

Arthur had yet to wake up and it was starting to worry Alfred. He grumbled as he knew that he was dead when any or all of the other nations arrived. Then he felt movement in the older nation slumbering beside him. Looking over he waited to see if he would stir anymore.

Alfred sat up and after a minute he spoke out. "Arthur?" He watched as Arthur turned slowly, to face him. Arthur looked up at Alfred in confusion. "Why did you do that?" Alfred asks, reaching out to squeeze Arthur's shoulder.

Arthur made a noise of annoyance and tried to turn away from Alfred. However he was held tight, refusing to let the Brit get out of a much needed discussion. "Talk to me." Alfred demanded. Arthur closed his eyes and tried to ignore America for a bit longer.

"I... I wanted it to stop... The voice wouldn't stop." Arthur mumbled. He hid his face as much as he could in the pillow under him. "I felt so alone... The voice said I was alone and that I could not jump. I... I wanted to prove it wrong." Arthur felt so embarrassed and small.

Alfred sighed, crossing his arms, watching as Arthur buried himself under the blankets. Alfred then heard hurried footsteps and the door hitting the wall, from the force it was opened with and someone grabbed Alfred, throwing him out of their way. Matthew was there to catch his brother, while Scotland barged his way past to his younger brother.

"What happened!" Scotland demanded as he yanked Arthur from his hiding space and hugged the younger nation to his chest, glaring daggers at America. Scotland had gone into full overblown protective big brother mode, and America was seriously concerned for his own life. The Scottish man was not someone you wanted to get on the bad side of.

Arthur looked confused, surprise evident in his wide green eyes, he stuttered. "A-Allis-ster?" In response Allistor looked down at him before going back to glaring at Alfred.

Alfred, with Matthew's help, got back up and he tried to not look as scared as he felt. "I, um, it might be partly my fault, but it may not be, and I did save him from drowning, so please don't horrible torture and murder me!" America babbled as he started to slowly hide behind Matthew, who looked just as scared as his brother felt.

Allistor huffed, shifting his grip on Arthur and muttered under his breath about stupid nations hurting his baby brother. "I guess it could be worst. Ya could have tried to cure 'im with a hamburger like last time." Allistor smiled as he heard Arthur snicker, trying to stifle it by hiding his face in Allistor's shoulders.

"Hey! That was only once! Common, dude, it ain't fair to hold that against me!" Alfred groaned as Matthew laughed at the other. "Just 'cause I didn't know what a cold was." He added sulkily.

Matthew managed to stop giggling and patted his brother's back. "Well, you were the hero here at least." Alfred grinned, that was right he had been the hero and that was all that mattered.

"Yep, I was the hero that saved the day!"

"It's Hamburger-guy."

"Hey! Allistor that's not nice."

"With his sidekick soda-boy?"

"Arthur!"