A/N: I'm back!

Sorry for the long wait, life kind of got in the way. I'm working on my other stories again, but since it'll be a while, have this as a filler. Sorry if it's not as good as usual, it's been a while since I've written or read fanfictions, so I need to get back into them again.

I should have new chapters of my stories posted soon.

As for this chapter, I only had 3 reviews (each requesting a different nation) so I used a spinning wheel to decide. Yes, I put the fate of our beloved nations into a wheel.

DISCLAIMER: Hetalia still isn't mine.

"Another meeting ended and still nothing accomplished." Arthur mumbled to himself as he put his coat on. "YO IGGY!" Arthur sighed and prepared for the hamburger eating maniac that was Alfred. "Bloody hell Alfred! I've told you to stop calling me that! My name is Arthur, not Iggy!" "Whatever Artie! Come on, I'm taking you to Mickey D's for lunch!" Any normal person would question how Alfred would still be hungry after eating burgers through the entire meeting, but Arthur knew better. "For goodness sake Alfred, haven't you had enough of those already?" Alfred just laughed. "No way dude! I'll never have enough Mickey D's!" Arthur glared as he was dragged along. "I swear Alfred, you're going to give yourself a bloody heart attack if you keep this up." Alfred just kept walking (No, that's not the right word for how he walks. Running is more like it.) "Dude, I work out like a freakin' champ. I won't get any heart attack or nothin'."

After a while of being dragged down the street (How far is this McDonald's anyway?), Arthur noticed that Alfred seemed to a bit pale. "Alfred, are you alright?" "Yeah. *pant* I'm fine. *pant*" For someone who 'worked out like a freakin' champ', Alfred seem to be breathing oddly.

He started to slow down. "Alfred?" He just laughed, but a very short laugh. "I'm fine, just getting a bit dizzy." That was the final straw. "Alfred, enough of this. Something isn't right!" Arthur pulled to stop him, which surprisingly worked. That made it obvious that Alfred wasn't well. Afterall, he was known for his strength.

"Alfred! You're not 'fine'! Tell me what the bloody hell is wrong!" Arthur demanded while glaring at Alfred who was leaning against the wall trying to catch his breath. Arthur's demeanor changed though, when he notice Alfred gripping his chest. "Alfred, tell me what's going on."

"Chest. Hurting." He panted out. Arthur recognized his symptoms. A heart attack. "Alfred, I need you to sit down." Arthur tried to help him down, but Alfred tried to resist. "Lad, I need you to sit down. Please." His tone sounded worried, so Alfred reluctantly did as he was told. His chest was hurting even more. Arthur pulled out his cell phone and called for an ambulance.

"It's alright Alfred. There's an ambulance on the way. It's going to be okay."

sometime later

Alfred smiled at Arthur. A grateful smile. "Thanks for the help Artie. You really saved my life." He laughed. "I guess I could count you as my hero!" Arthur gave a small smile. "I know this might not be the best time to say but…" He smirked at Alfred.

"I told you so."

A/N: Next up is a stroke. So which nation is next? (Can't be England still.)