A/N: Holy shit... I don't think i've ever updated this fast! I have been writing ALL day! But i am happy, with the outcome, but i want this to be as good as possible so if there are anything you would like to add, please tell me in a comment or PM me... I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my dear Hell's clown... Since she looked almost the entire chapter over, plus she created Fury :D Love you guys! Enjoy!?

England reached his car and got into the driver's seat, he sat there for a moment, fighting the tears, so that was what his family thought of him, but why would they act so nice around him? Was that fake? He inserted his car key and twisted it, his engine humming as the car started. His gaze fell upon the door, Alice was staring at him, clearly happy about his reaction, she waved him goodbye as he started the engine and drove off to god knows where, Minelle glancing sadly up at him.

America sat in his house, watching his new kickass superhero movie. His living room was a mess, hamburger papers everywhere, accompanied by dirty clothes, milkshake cups and soda cans. Life was good for America, but he couldn't help but feel uneasy, he shrugged it off, had to be the movie's atmosphere. He nearly jumped out of his skin when his phone rang, he ran over and took it, frowning when he saw the caller ID "What do you want France…" he spat, "Honhonhonhonhon! Good evening Amerique" the Frenchman laughed, America couldn't help but wonder what France could possibly want with him "So whats up? You don't usually call me unless it's something important" America stated as he paused his movie, France was silences by that commented "Yes, it's about our dear Angleterre…" America froze, what? Had something happened to England? "What happened to Iggy? Is he drunk again?" America laughed, but stopped when France didn't laugh with him "No, that's exactly what the problem is, Angleterre isn't here at all, he never misses our bar nights…. I am a little worried, have you seen him?" France's voice actually sounded worried, meaning this was serious "No, I'll try to call him…" America said seriously "Merci l'Americue…" France hung up. America took a deep breath, dialing England's number, waiting for what may come.

As England drove on, not knowing where, his phone rang, the English anthem filling the car, England was startled, and he looked down on his phone, he frowned, it was America. England ignored it, and drove further into the dark forest, Minelle looked over at the phone "Arthur, shouldn't you get that? I bet your friends are worried…" she said sadly, England snorted "What friends might you be talking about? They're nothing more than backstabbing sods" he dried the remains of his tears on his sleeve, Minelle gasped "ARTHUR KIRKLAND!" The fairy fumed, flying in front of England's face, "I know you are upset but that is going to far!" England had to stop the car, in fear of crashing, he stared in onder as the fairy buzzed around in an angry manner, yelling his ears off. England's frustration rose slowly, until the small thread of patience he had left snaps "Oh yeah? Going too far you say? France only invites me to drink with him so he can molest my sorry drunk ass, my own little brother said he'd never hurt me, guess what happens! He declares war for independence! My family acts nice, but as soon as Alice shows up, they all act like I'm a clown!" He immideately shut himself, calming down at the face his fairy friend was making, small sparkly tears were running down her cheeks, England looked at her, sighing "I am so sorry, that was very ride and immature of me, I was upset and overreacted, find it in your heart to forgive me?" she nodded and flew over to him, hugging him tightly, he placed a protecting hand on her frail body "I'm sorry, I didn't know you felt that way!" she sobbed, England smiled at her "It's quite alright, I just feel alone… But I still have you guys, right?" she nodded, England smiled, happy that she would support him, she parted from him, sniffling, but then her pink eyes burned with rage again "That Alice! She'll pay for making you cry!" she punched the air in front of her "Wow! Calm down there missy!" England cooed, realizing something "Oh bloody-!" England interrupted himself, he had to get home! He looked over at the clock in his car "22:24, damn it's late!" England sighed as he started the engine again; he turned his car and drove home.

By the time he entered his house the clock had already reached 01:35 A.M and England's fatigue was at it's peak, Minelle looked up at him worriedly, "England… Are you sure you're ok?" he simply nodded, and headed upstairs. By the time he had reached the top of his stairway, he was panting heavily, was he really that tired? Or was his magic really that low? And what was draining it? A door opened and Alice stepped out, she spotted him and rushed over "My dear! England what happened to you? You look simply awful!" she asked, feigning innocence, she looked like she was worrying, but England could see through her façade, she was happy that he looked and felt like shit. England chose to ignore her and headed into his room, locking the door. Minelle looked like she wa ready to kill someone "I swear, she is going to pa-" she was interrupted as England fell to his knees, coughing loudly, Minelle flew down, "England! Are you okay?" he nodded, and gasped for air, "I'm fine, my throat is just dry…" he wheezed, he stood up and headed for his bathroom, turning on the faucet, and filling a glass of water, which he then drank quickly. He sighed, feeling a little better. England sloppily changed into his sleeping wear and plopped down on his bed, closing his eyes tiredly, instantly falling into a dreamless sleep, Minelle watching over him. She patted England's cheeks softly "Night Arthur…" Minelle, sat down, looking out of the window when a small red fairy flew right through it "Brother!" Minelle gasped, the small red fairy grinned at her, "'Sup! How's Artie doing?" Minelle explained the situation, the small red fairy's face darkened and by every detail he became madder and madder. His short spiky red hair, standing on edge, looking like an angry cat, his tan skin reddening and his red eyes flaring, he actually looked like a devilish version of a certain dane we all know very well. The red fairy did suit his name though, 'Fury' was the only word you could describe this fairy's mood with, and that was exactly what his name was, Fury. He stood up, lifting his little gloved hand, a battle axe appearing, seemingly from nowhere. "Excuse me, I have something I need to get done…" and so he stormed out.

America paced his living room, worry filling his every fiber, what had happened to England? The dude was strange, but he would always pick up his phone, even if he was busy. "I am a gentleman after all" he would say. Something was seriously wrong here! He wouldn't pick up a phone call from the HERO!? That's totally uncool. He tried to call again, maybe he hadn't heard his phone earlier, even though it was late… No answer this time either, he sighed, this was so not cool. America didn't have any time to react when something slammed into him, he almost fell. "What the hell!?" he shouted as he gained his balance. Something buzzed around him, he followed the thing with his eyes, catching it when he saw the chance. He wasn't able to look at the thing, because a sudden pain in his hand made him hiss and release whatever he had caught. "Shit! What the hell was that!?" America clutched his injured hand. This was so not heroic. He looked around, trying to spot the little bastard, "Right here…" A voice resounded in his head, he looked around and his eyes landed on his black leather sofa, something that looked like a little person sat there, holding a battle axe, he looked kind of like Denmark, but with red hair and eyes, and tan skin, plus he looked royally pissed, and Denmark didn't get that pissed unless someone(namely France) molested Norway. America just stared, wondering if something had been put into his burger, but was then reminded that this was very real as his hand hurt like a bitch. He then noticed the small wings on the creature "The hell are you?" he stated. The little fairy frowned "Name's Fury" the… uuuh, Thing stated. "I am what you would call a fairy, or 'England's delusions'" At the mention of England his gaze burned, was he mad at England for some reason? Wait? So England's delusions were real? Why haven't he been able to see them before now then!? As if Fury had read America's mind he said "Because we didn't want you to see us… That douche France saw us once, you should have seen the look on his face! But he denies ever seeing it though…" America felt like someone had stabbed him in the chest, France had seen them? And why did his chest hurt? And anyway, why was France the one to see them, him of all people? That's so unheroic, wait. Was America jealous? Of France!? No, impossible… "Back to the point… Arthur is in trouble…" America froze, staring at the fairy "What happened!? What do you mean he's in trouble!?" Fury sighed "His magic is critically low… If he loses any more of it, he can die… The kid can barely stand…" America was too shocked to say anything, die? England could die? He felt sad, and… Angry? Yeah, angry… Angry at England for not telling him he wasn't feeling well, Angry at France for knowing more about HIS Iggy than himself. Wait… Something is definitely wrong with that sentence… 'His' America thought of this for a moment before a voice tore him out of his train of thought "Awh for the sake of the moon! Just admit you have the hots for Artie already!" Fury remarked impatiently "America looked up "Wow… YOU CAN READ MINDS!? THAT'S AWESOME!" Fury sighed, getting reaaaally mad now "No you dimwit! But I can read your facial expressions like you are an open book!" America looked down at the floorboards, like they were the most interesting thing ever. "Oh…" he said, but the inside of his head was a mess, did he like Iggy? Yeah, probably… America blushed even more, scratching his face. "No time to get all giddy! Arthur is in trouble here!" Fury stood up, holding up his hand, a key appeared out of nowhere, and the little fairy threw it at America, who catched it, he was about to ask when Fury said "Arthur's house key, now get your butt in gear!" his frustration increased a bit more as he tried to push the American out of the door, with no luck. America started walking, earning a puff from the pissy Fairy "Finally you got a move on you bastard, who knows what that girl is doing to Artie as we speak…" America got into his car "Girl? You mean Alice? What about Alice? What did she do?" Fury placed himself on America's shoulder "Geez, you talk a lot. Alice as you call her. Is also one of the reasons England is in trouble! She's planning to take over Arthur's life, which would result in her becoming the new Britain, and Arthur would end up dying. Besides, I suspect she is the one draining Arthur of his magic…" America almost drove off the road, say what!? He sped down the road on the way to England's house, going well over the speed limit, but he didn't care, he had to get to England before something serious happens!

England opened his eyes, spotting his fairy friend on high guard, he sat up, and she immediately rushed over "No! Don't get up! You're too weak!" England stopped, before glancing at the window as a bright light entered his windows, he looked out, America's car? What was he doing here? For a moment he was happy, but then he remembered Alice, America was probably here to visit her, but for some reason that stung. Everyone preferred Alice over him afterall… "To hell with being weak…" he stood up, or tried to stand up. But it only ended up in him collapsing upon the bed, he managed to get himself up in a sitting position again, and angry were forming in his eyes and threatening to fall, but he pushed them back, he was a gentleman, he couldn't show his tears in front of a lady because of weakness. He heard heavy footsteps rushing up the stairs, but instead of going past his bedroom door as he had expected, someone burst through the door "Iggy!" someone shouted, and England recognized the voice, he would recognize that voice anywhere. "America…" he breathed out…