I am SOOOOO Sorry I didn't post chapter four xD I didn't realize I'd forgotten~ Forgive me? Cause I have chapter 5 too, and I plan to fix chapter three so it's pretty?

Alfred woke slowly, never really much of a morning person. His head was killing him, but otherwise he was good. "Ohh..." He remembered his meeting with Matthew the previous night. He was going to hate him, he just knew it.

There was a knock on is door. "Alfred? Are you awake?" A voice called quietly. He rolled out of bed, tossing the blanket off, standing up and smoothing the wrinkles from his clothes as best he could. He was still wearing what he had on the night before, minus the jacket and shoes.

"I'm awake." he called, stifling a yawn. "Come in." The door opened and Florida slipped in with a folder in his hands.

"Florida... They found you, too?" He frowned. Florida was one of the states who'd managed to hide his congressman. Nearly half of them were still in hiding, and he'd hoped they could all stay hidden. When one was found... Well, there were a lot of executions planned for next month. Only a small handful of what was already taken happened to swear over loyalty to his boss, saving them, but...

The phone rang suddenly, distracting him. He sent another look of apology to his state before grabbing his phone off the table. "Eyebrows..." he read the name aloud.

"Hello?" He said into the phone, nearly dropping it at the loud shouts that followed his greeting.

"Alfred you bloody idiot! What the hell have you done? Declaring war on Matthew-" Alfred held the phone away from his ear until Arthur was finished yelling.

"It's not like it's my choice!" He replied. "You KNOW I have no control over my boss." No nation did, really. All they could do was hope for the best.

Arthur continue yelling at him anyways, going off on how idiotic this attack was until Alfred's head began to ache. He replied into the phone half of a word before he cut himself off to shake his head. 'Oh f-fuck... I can feel it coming on again...' The phone suddenly slipped from his hand as he pressed both palms against his closed eyes, stumbling back a few steps.

"Alfred?" Florida, still in the room, called from his position, taking a few steps closer hesitantly. When he tripped over a spot on the rug and landed hard on the ground, Florida closed their short distance and put his hand on his shoulder. "Alfred, are you okay?"

He was surprised when he grabbed his wrist, looking up at him with a coldness even Alaska couldn't create. Speaking in a calm, level voice, he said, "Don't touch me Florida." He let go and regained his feet as Florida stumbled back. He watched him walk towards the door. England's voice came from the phone by Florida's feet, demanding to know where he went.

"Be a good little state and answer that for me?" Alfred smiled a smile that could rival Russia's and slipped out the door. Florida looked down at the phone, picking it up with a gulp and saying hello.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" The angry Englishman growled. "And where did Alfred go?"

"My name's Florida. I'm one of his states." He said into the phone. "And Alfred... Left. I don't know where to."

"Or for the- When he get's back, tell him to call me." England ordered and Florida nodded.

"Of course England." He winced as the connection ended with the slam of a phone on the receiver. He sighed, closing the phone and placing it on the table by Alfred's bed, then going to retrieve the folders he'd left on another table by the door. He was going to show them to him, but didn't get the chance. He flipped open the folder, reading the title of the first page again.

Alfred twirled down the hall, almost like he was dancing, however he lacked the certain grace to do so and tripped on the first thing that got in his way. That happened to be Georgia, who sent a glare at him. It was wiped away almost immediately at the look he received.

Alfred was the first on his feet, pulling Georgia up with him and spinning him around once before letting go and continuing down the hall. Just as he rounded the corner he waved at the state, grinning at the confused look he had.

He passed no one else in the hall and soon slowed his pace to just a walk, humming a song. He had no destination set in mind, and decided to just visit all the little states he'd gathered. A demented little giggle escaped past his lips and he hopped in excitement.

So far he'd run across Florida and Georgia. He had a mental checklist off all the states captured so far. West Virginia, the first one he thought he'd find was moping about in his room, missing his twin Virginia. The two were normally inseparable, so he was probably lonely.

"West Virginia!" He called, knocking on the door. "Alfred wants to visit!" The door opened and the annoyed face of West Virginia poked out.

"America." He greeted with a nod. "I would rather be alone." With that, he attempted to close the door, but Alfred grabbed at it, his unnatural strength holding it open.

"No, West Virginia, I insist you let me accompany you. You seem lonely with your sister still in hiding." He gave his best Russia smile, thus winning out and being invited inside. West Virginia fidgeted in his seat as he answered any question Alfred asked. By the end of the visit, he looked close to tears, and that was saying something for him.

After Alfred left West Virginia's room, he headed to find the next state.

Now, far, far from America's house, in a state closer to Canada than her own country, sat Alaska, by the sea closest to Russia. Her home was a few feet back, promising to warm her chilled bones if she returned. Right now she was busy, however, writing a letter. She looked up periodically, following the ripples left by the waves as they lapped gently against the thick ice.

'America, you idiot.' she thought as she looked back at her letter. She had written a lot so far, and was nearing the end. She need only sign her name, and then to find a way to send it to him. Looking over the letter one last time before writing her name, she leaned back slightly to get a better light. America would kill her if he knew what she was writing. If she was ever captured...

But she would avoid that at all costs. She had plans to keep him from finding her, and maybe even fight him back.