(A/N: YOU ARE ALL AWESOMENESS I'D KISS YOU ALL BUT THAT WOULD BE WEIRD~! SO I WILL GIVE YOU COOKIES INSTEAD! *gives you all a cookie* Okay so I have a request for Louisiana so far. Anyone else maybe? MAYBE?! Lol just kidding my bros and babes. All mah peeps~ I love peeps. Funny story behind that. But I won't tell unless you guys and gals really wanna hear it. But until that story, YOU HAVE THIS ONE!)

The light was dim, there were countries splattered everywhere, from big ones like Russia to smaller ones like Cuba. There was an agent from the c.i.a. there, who'd came and asked them all questions from when the shooting occurred. New York had contacted them after it happened, feeling extremely bad that he couldn't help America as much as he wanted to. And as unfortunate as it is, France had gotten away.

America sat there in Canada's arms, eyes closed and breathing lightly. He was glad they let him out of his room to be with him; it would've been lonely otherwise. He was starting to get better too, which made N.Y. smile knowing that the states would be fully revived and healed. America was just glad he could be with his brother.

"Now, there is nothing more I can do here."

The c.i.a. agent began packing up his things. Then handed all the countries there a slip of paper, the title reading "Court Summons".

"I will see you all in court then."

America opened his eyes long enough to grab his slip and then close them again. He was really tired but it was probably just the meds. And he really didn't care to see the others who rejected him so cruelly.

"Are you alright?"

He cracked an eye to see the Russian who'd just spoken, in slight shock and embarrassment.

"Yeah I'm fine…"

He felt Canada's arms wrap tighter around him.

"No you're not. You're still badly hurt."

He wriggled out and sat sitting against the wall and sighed.

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, I…"

Russia began to stutter the same way Canada always did. He was shocked that the bigger country would do that too. He wouldn't show the slightest bit of fear but here he was, afraid to speak his mind.

"I… was worried…"

Russia finally finished his sentence and America nodded, believing that to be a lie.

"Me too aru. I feel bad for treating you wrong before aru."

He looked up at China, who was now staring at his feet as if it was a sad movie he was watching and let a few tears fall.

Cuba rubbed his eyes with his shirt and looked away from America.

"I'm so mean to you all the time, I don't really mean to do it, it's just for show, but I feel bad for doing that, seeing as I almost didn't have a chance to apologize…"

Cuba stood up and walked out, crying a lot and unable to handle himself.

America let a tear slide down his cheek at everyone else's apologies, feeling kinda bad for being a complete jackass around them sometimes. But he knew it wasn't his fault now.

(A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is so short. A few friends of mine are having issues so I have to play "Therapist" with them to try and help. I think maybe I made things better with them though so I can update another chapter.)