How to describe my life in the past two weeks? It would make a good fanfiction plot, maybe multiple plots. Anyway, everything is finally in a somewhat stable condition, so I return. Please forgive my absence!

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11: Multiple Perspective

France

A few minutes later, Francis had calmed himself down. Staring out the window, he pondered what he had just done. What had made him so furious at Alfred? He couldn't think straight at all.

It felt like he was a puppet unable to defy the puppet-master's wishes. He hadn't wanted to scare or hurt America, but he had been unable to stop himself. What in God's name was wrong with him?!

England

England had had a startled awakening as America made his ungraceful exit from France's room, landing sprawled out on the tile floor with a loud thud.

"Bloody Hell! Why must you always make so much noise Alfred?!"

"It's not my fault! France just snapped and started throwing things at me!"

England furrowed his brows, deep in thought. Francis snapping, in his experience, usually led to getting touched in inappropriate places, not having objects thrown at you.

"Iggy?"

England looked up to see America's puzzled expression aimed towards him.

"It's nothing Alfred."

He pouted slightly at that response, "Iggy, I know you better than that! Tell me what's on your mind?"

"Really Al, it's nothing of importance…"

"Arthur! I don't want you to let your mind eat you alive, okay? You aren't a hamburger!"

England knew what he meant, but using such a ridiculous metaphor! He let the sarcasm lace heavily into his words, "Yeah, I sometimes forget I'm not one of your disgusting beef products America. Thanks for reminding me!"

"No problem Iggy!"

Arthur sighed and rolled his eyes.

America

There was no way America was going to let England off that easily. He was done being selfish! Arthur was suffering, and whether he liked it or not, he was going to share his pain with his little brother damnit.

"Now give it up Iggy! What is bothering you?"

"France snapping like this. It's never happened that I have knowledge of. When Francis snaps, he usually breaks down into tears or feels someone up… or both. He is not the 'throwing things at people' type, no matter how annoying the bloody git may be!"

"That was harsh England! I'm not THAT annoying am I?" Reading Arthur's look was not hard: you are far beyond THAT annoying.

"You missed the point Alfred. What exactly happened? What triggered his episode?"

"France has a T.V. show?" Arthur's eye began to twitch.

"Just kidding Iggy! Let's see, well, when I walked in he was pretending to be asleep… then I turned to head to Mattie's room, and he said…" America just caught himself before he mentioned the kiss.

"He said?"

"Um… he said, well, what he said isn't really important, but I hugged him and stuff, and he asked where you were and why did I have blood on my face. I touched my face and some blood got on my hand.

He turned white as a sheet and started shaking crazily. When he didn't respond to me, I reached out a shook his shoulder…"

Seeing the look on England's face, he added, "gently…" before continuing.

"And he just snapped and started screaming 'Get Out' and swearing at me in French! Then he hurled the food tray at me, and I used my amazing hero skills to dodge it."

Arthur stared off at nothing for a few seconds, and then he gave a great sigh, "PTSD… He has it worse than I thought…"

"Did you say STD?! Well, it is Francis, but…"

"YOU BLOODY WANKER! SHUT YOUR TRAP FOR TWO SECONDS!!!"

America shuddered and took a few steps away from Iggy as the older man took deep breathes to calm himself.

"I'm sorry Alfred. I did not mean it."

"It's okay. What were you saying about Francis?"

"I was referring to posttraumatic stress disorder. I asked one of the nurses about it earlier. Replying of a traumatic memory, fits of anger, being easily startled, distancing oneself from those close to you… can all be caused by it, and that's just a of the few possibilities…"

America fell dramatically on the bench beside his elder brother. "Well… doesn't this just suck? Wonder if anyone has any good news today!"

Just then a nurse's soft footfalls came down the hall, and she entered Canada's room; within a few seconds, she bolted back out again, calling for a doctor.

America and England jumped up in alarm.

"What's wrong with Mattie?!"

"Matthew Williams… He's Awake!" She smiled brightly.

End of Chapter 11! Longest chapter yet! Yay!

I know, it's about friggin' time Mattie woke up, right? Well, wish granted!

BTW, xxXSporkSistaXxx, I don't think Toris or Ivan would like it if you steal Poland; you well have to be punished, da? KOL KOL KOL KOL KOL KOL

I'll update as soon as I can! Ta for now!