A/N: Heyyy. I felt bad for leaving you guys on a cliffhanger last chapter, so I posted this early.

Just kidding.

I am leaving to go on a trip from tomorrow to the 21st, and updated this early to tell you guys that. But ya, I will have wifi, but I don't know how much time I will have. I will try to post this on the deadline, but if I can't, that is why.

America Freedom Jones

Arthur slammed their hotel room door behind them, when they both entered the room.

"Artie, tell me. What is going on?!" Alfred said, as Arthur pulled him over to the beds, sitting him down on one of them. Arthur then walked over to the curtains and closed them.

Alfred was starting to get worried. Actually, he had been worried ever since Arthur had told him that they needed to go to their hotel room immediately. Arthur was looking so worried and angry and Alfred just really needed to know what was going on.

It wasn't until Arthur locked the doors, put a chair in front of each of them, locked the windows, and closed the curtains was when he finally sat down on the bed across from Alfred. Alfred just stared at him, waiting for an explanation for all of this.

England looked around the room, checking off a personal checklist of all the things he needed to do to keep America safe. This could not be happening. He looked at Alfred whose facial expressions shouted worried and confused, "I suppose you want to know the meaning for all of this," he finally said.

"Do I?!" Alfred responded, "That's all I have been asking ever since you got off the phone. What is going on, Arthur?"

England took a deep breath, trying to decide what he was going to tell Alfred. He couldn't tell him the truth. That was just one of the things wrong with this situation. How could everything go downhill so fast?

"This guy named Francis called me," he started, "Don't worry about him though. He is good, no matter how much of a bloody frog he is."

Alfred smiled a little, but still was worried about what was going on. England continued, "He told me that you have to attend the next League of Nation meeting."

That was only part of what was going on, and that was all England was going to tell Alfred. There was no way he could stop this. Either America was going to get in a lot of trouble and possibly be killed, or he was going to die at that meeting. There was no way to get around this because if England did tell the truth, that would also kill America. Why was this all so complicated?!

"That's all?" Alfred said, causing England to look back up at him. How was he not freaking out? He didn't know the first thing about meetings, and that wasn't even the worst part! Of course, he couldn't even freak out about the worst part because if he found out, he would most likely die.

"Well, you don't even know the first part about meetings," England replied.

"But I have time to learn, right? When is the meeting?" Alfred asked.

England sighed. More bad news. "It is in two days. We are going to have to fly out to France tomorrow, so you will have little to no time to learn anything about meetings."

"Oh…" Alfred said, thinking about it all, "I guess I could wing it. I mean, I am America, right?" He laughed, but felt a headache coming on. He put his head into his hands, as he laid down on the bed. "God, I feel like some words are my kryptonite," he said, as Arthur was already rushing to his side.

"Just take it easy, alright? And please refrain from saying whatever words cause you to feel like this," England replied, as he tried to soothe Alfred's headache by running his fingers through the hurting nation's hair.

"Ok, but don't you think that it is weird that some words make me feel like this?" Alfred pondered out loud.

"Not really," England replied, already having thought up a lie for this, "It could just be your memories wanting to come back to you, and certain words trigger that pain in the memory part of your brain."

"Oh…" Alfred replied, closing his eyes, "You sound really smart, Artie. I find that very attractive about you~" He smiled, laughing a little with his eyes still closed.

England blushed a bright pink, thankful that America was closing his eyes at the time. "Even in times of pain, you won't stop flirting with me, will you?" he said, smiling, as he continued petting Alfred's hair to calm down his headache.

Alfred laughed a little, groaning under his breath out of pain, "I guess- so…" he breathed out.

"Take it easy," England replied in a soothing voice. He then leaned down and kissed America's forehead, causing the said nation to blush. "Get some rest," he said to Alfred, still using a calm voice.

Just as England turned around to retreat to his bed, he heard Alfred say, "I love you."

England frowned, looking down at the ground. Of course, this had to happen to America. Of course the nation that he loved most and the nation that actually loved him back had a 99.9% chance of dying in the next three days.

"I love you too…" England finally said, turning out the lamplight near Alfred. Right we he thought things were going ok for him, everything crashed and burned. This always happens. He should have expected it.

England sat up on his bed, and got his laptop out to book the tickets to go to France. He felt like he was getting Alfred's ticket to death, and his ticket to watch it all happen.

Once he was done, he turned out the room lights and turned off his computer. He wasn't tired at all. All he felt like doing was laying there and thinking about anyway he could save America. He was sure that France already did that before calling him though, but it was worth a shot.

How could the bosses have found out about America? One of the nations had to have said something and the bosses overheard. Or maybe it was his fault, and one of the calls he gave the nations were monitored. Whatever happened, America was in deep danger now.

France called him, first saying that America had to attend the meeting next week, and secondly saying that some bosses were targeting him now.

England knew for sure that it couldn't be France's boss, or his', or America's of course, but that only crossed out three out of over one hundred nations. What were the bosses even planning to do to America?

England didn't want to think about it. Whatever it is that the bosses were thinking about doing to America, it wasn't going to be good.

A/N: Sorry for the short, sucky chapter, but the trip was a surprise and I had to write it before I left. But at least now you know what is going on. :)

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