Chapter 4! Yea, it's here. So France... why do you like to hurt America this much? Oh by the way, I've been singing this song for about a week now and it's really annoying. I can't get Istanbul out of my head. Aaaagh. Anyway, enjoy ;).
England POV
I was enjoying my tea when I heard a knock in my door. Putting my teacup down I walked towards the door. I heard a knock once more. 'I'm coming, I'm coming,' I muttered. When I opened the door I saw nobody but the man I loved. I stared at him, both from shock and amazement. 'Can I please come in mon cher, Amérique isn't the lightest,' the Frenchman said, breaking my thought train. That's when I looked down at the body in France his arms. America was indeed in the tall man's arms. I felt some jealousy, but pushed it away. 'What happened to him?' I asked, wondering what happened to make the noisy man like this.
'I told him something and when I finished he just collapsed,' the Frenchman said casually. As if this was something that always happened. 'But I'm here to ask you something. Could you please take care of him? The poor guy was really shocked by what I told him,' France asked. I loved France and would do a lot to make him happy, but caring for the loud obnoxious American was something he shouldn't ask him to do. 'France I'm busy, I don't have time to look after him,' I tried, but the French had already walked to his couch. France lifted America onto the couch, careful not to wake him. 'I trust you take care of him when he wakes up mon cher,' and with that France walked of. 'Wait, why don't you take care of him,' I yelled after him. 'Le femmes attendant Angleterre,' I just heard him say before he disappeared into the night.
I glanced at the American on my couch. Maybe I should move him to one of the guest rooms. So with that I started to pick up the boy. He wasn't as heavy as I would think, but I still had some trouble carrying him. The guy is still big. I almost reached to bedroom when America suddenly started kicking. I almost dropped him, but managed to still hold onto him. Then he started screaming as well. Most of it was gibberish, but I had understood four words. England, love, hate, France. When I finally calmed the boy down enough that I could lay him down on the bed, I walked away wondering what was going on with the normally cheery American. I would have to ask later.
It was already 10 AM and America still hasn't woken up. I decided to just wake him up myself. Frustration had been building up this whole morning. 'Are you going to lay here the whole morning you twat?' I spat at the seemingly sleeping American. I saw him flinch. He looked surprised to be here, which I understood. I've woken up in places I didn't know and knew it was confusing as hell. He started stuttering an apology to which I just responded with a you better be. Wait, the American had been unconscious. Maybe he should tell him what had happened. 'France came in with you in his arms. He yelled something about having other people to deal with and dumped you on MY couch. I had to drag you all the way here. You were kicking all over the place too. What was that about?' Might as well get the answers to my question too. When America didn't answer my question I said: 'I asked you something America. And why were you unconscious anyway?'
The taller blond suddenly sprang to his feet. He seemed to think before saying 'Thanks for having me over England, but I really should be going. I think my boss would like to see me.' America had smiled while he said it, but it wasn't a genuine smile, and that bothered England. Then the American suddenly ran away. 'Wait, you haven't even answered my questions, I yelled after him. When said man didn't respond I sighed, but started chasing after the man.
When I arrived at Americas house I saw that the front door was opened. I walked in, closing the door behind me. I heard small sobs from the kitchen, which let me to believe the young nation was there. I walked in to see that I was right, the American sat in the corner. He didn't seem to notice that I came in as I walked towards him. I put an arm around him in effort to comfort him. We just sat there until the young nation seemed to stop crying. But as soon as he did the guy seemed to freeze up. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I began to speak. 'So America, do you mind telling me why you are so upset? Was it something I said?' I asked worryingly. I really hope that I did nothing wrong. 'I'm fine,' was the answer I got. I knew it was a lie. America started to cry again. I wanted him to stop doing that, it didn't suit him.
I pulled the crying man towards me, putting my head on his. I started to whisper comforting words to him. I felt his wet face press against my neck. I started drawing circles on his muscular back, hoping it would calm him down. After a while I pulled back to look into his eyes. His beautiful azure eyes, which were now glazed from tears. I always was jealous of those eyes, they are beautiful. I cupped my hands around his cheeks so he couldn't turn away. 'Alfred, what's going on?'
It had been since forever that he spoke Americas actual name. He saw that the American wanted to turn away, as he tried to not look into my eyes. It hurt me, why didn't he want to tell me? Was I the one at fault? I almost started yelling at him when I noticed America whimpering. I had unconsciously started to crush Americas jaw while I was thinking. 'America?' I started, but I was broken off. 'Could you keep calling me Alfred please?' I heard America whisper. I almost missed it. 'Uhum, right, Alfred. Could you please tell me what is going on. I'm really starting to worry for you. I won't tell anyone, I promise,' I said silently, hoping that America would tell what has been bothering him.
Please stop crying America, you're making me cry too. *sniff* Anyways, I hope you enjoyed. Oh and I guess I didn't mention it earlier but sorry for any mistakes in both French and English. They both aren't my native languages. My French really is just Google translate. ':)