America sat straight up, cursing. He aimed a heavy blow at the blurry shape on the edge of the bed. "England you ass!" The shape deftly dodged, seemly unconcerned. "Ah, glad you're awake. You slept almost all day." England said cooly, his voice unaffected. America felt England's small fingers pushing something, thin and cool into his hands. He took his glasses from the other and slipped them on, before glaring at England, who he could now see." You know it's things like this which is why I revolted." England looked away, though his ears did not have the usual tell-tale blush when he spoke. "It was necessary."

America scowled. "Shove it up yours." He groggily swung his legs out of bed and tested his balance as he stood up. Confident that he wasn't going to faint, he then took off in a rather jagged line across the room, slamming open the door. England was on his feet now, watching him, but didn't make any move to stop him from leaving. Instead, England was watching his face, reading his movements, his actions, in a way only someone who had lived with him, grown up with him, could do. America decided he didn't like that very much and flipped England the bird before stumbling to the bathroom sink for some water.

"So you already knew." England sighed, his words a statement, not a question. America shrugged half-heartedly and took a sip of the water. "It's not that terrible." he said casually, trying to stop the shaking in his tone. "Just dress up as my brother and tell his people to give up." he ignored the tell tale red rims under his eyes in the cracked mirror. He continued. "take a couple bullets and play dead. I'm not a human, so that much won't kill me." It would hurt though, America thought bitterly, in more ways than one. "He won't die. My boss said he has a way-" America broke off, realizing how uncovincing that argument sounded, even to him.

England wasn't in the mood to be sentamental. "Well, I've kidnapped you so it doesn't matter. Let's go." America swallowed and watched England pick up a camouflage bag. "Go where?" He asked cautiously. England tutted as though America had said something stupid. "To get Canada, of course!" He shook his head. "Did you think I was lying?"

America felt himself lighting up from within at the idea of finding his brother. He moved fluidly, with much more ease than his earlier performance had suggested. "Well?" He demanded, pushing past England. "Let's go!"