AN: I was trying to get this out to suport spirit day. I hope all who read this better know what it is if not look it up! It a way to show that you care about the world!

England ran home with almost in tears. "I can't believe that I have to put up with that asshole every world meeting!" England screamed tossed his shoes into the hall closet. He angrily took of his jacket and tie. "I'm not crazy!" He yelled as he punched his pillow on his couch. "The little bastard had no right to tell everyone that I'm crazy." With each word that poured from his mouth the pillow took another blow. "Calling me crazy when his that thing in his house! They're real it's his damn fault he chooses not to believe in my fairies." England moved from punching the pillow to throwing anything he could find. Flower pots and books were flying across the room. "After all I did for him too! I fed him, bathed him, gave him a home to live in, loved him when he was younger and never once did he thank me for any of it!" One of the items he threw caught his eye, it was his dark arts book he hasn't touched since world war two ended. His face change from pure anger to one of revenge in a heartbeat, "Oh I'll make him pay for everything he has done to me!" He sat on the floor flipping through the book pages trying to find the right spell. The curses and spells ranged to love potions to instant death. Finding the perfect one, England began to laugh. "He'll pay, he'll pay this time!"

His little fairy friends began to shake from fear, "I think he lost it this time." Flying mint bunny sighed as he watched his beloved owner snap. The other nodded in agreement.

After the world meeting

"Alfred don't you think you were cold to England today," Canada looked at his brother.

"I don't think I did anything wrong," America gave of his famous grin, "beside he know it was all a joke."

"I don't know Al he look like he was about to cry."

"You worry too much," He brushed his little brother's hair. "Now if you don't mind I have a date with that plate of hamburgers at home. I'll see you later Matt."

"Oh maple…"Canada whimpered.

"Got to love the spring," America took in a breath of the fresh spring flowers. "This time of year it's great to be outside; not to hot or to cold. As soon as I get home I'll think I call Matthew over to play ball with me." His stomach growled lightly, "Right after lunch." When he got home he looked at the dusty house. "Man I forgot I had some spring cleaning to do." He grumbled a bit, "I guess I can play catch next week." Opening his broom closet he pulled out his clean supplies.

England basement

In the dark room England on his hands and knees drawing odd shapes and forms, "That should do it. "Now where did I put those candles?" Looking at the clutter room he found some lying by his book, "that's right found them already, silly old chap" Lighting the candles and opening the book to the page was about ready to start, "This one will do perfectly. The fool will never know what hits him." Walking to the middle of his drawing he began to read the spell. "The heart's truth, one cannot escape this unwilling event. When one is under this spell nothing is kept secret from the world; not even the ones that only their heart keeps. Alfred Jones you will never be able to escape the hearts truth!" A gust of wind blew out the candles caring the smoke outside. "That should do it." Looking at his clock it was already seven at night, "Who knew revenge could take some much time?" Arthur laughed lightly. "Better make something to eat," he even yawned a bit. "Then it's off to bed for me."

America house

"All I need to do is dump this stuff in the basement and I'm done for that day." He was caring a box of winter clothes and blankets. He opened to door to the dark room and turn on a lamp, "Where should I put you guys." Finding an open spot on the floor Alfred dropped the box and began to cough. "Tony did you burn some popcorn again?" The little alien nodded his head no as he passed by the door. "If you did don't do it again ok." America sighed as he looked around his basement. "Why haven't I spent more time in here?" Looking round he found his old toys his older mentor made. Then he thought back to when he used to play for hours with England. "He even broke his arm making each one special for me," he was gently rubbing each one carefully. Next the box was is old tea set he and Arthur share together whenever he came over to visit. This brought him back to all the times Iggy would feed him his awful cooking. "At least it was from the heart." He picked up the old suit England bought for him. "I hate to admit it I did look hot in this." Rolling his eyes, America put the suit back in its box. "Damn he right the whole time!" The next thing that caught his eye was old gun. Tears began to form in America's eyes when he looked back at his gun, "Why do I have to cry every time I'm down here." He picks up the old gun and looks at the scratch, "He could have easily had killed me that day, but why didn't he?" He ran his hand over the mark as tears freely fell from his eyes, "I wonder if he loved me like I love him back then?" America quickly covered his mouth, "No I still love him… Alfred just say you ha ha hate hi… I can't… I can't help but say… I LOVE ARTHUR!" America screamed out. Dropping the gun America ran to his room. He buried his head in his pillows. "There is something wrong with me… why do I feel this way?" Alfred took of his glasses, "maybe a good night sleep will get my mind off Iggy."

AN: So there you have another chapter. Took a long time to type, Woot I can type 10 words an minute with one hand. I'm getting faster too! Yeah if you don't know having a cast on sucks I can't wait till next month when I can talk this off. So give me review to tell me if I need to change anything, or to just say hi. Random fact I was writing chapter while playing this song http: /www. youtube. com/ watch? v=m WQf13B8epw yeah take out the spaces. Go Canada! Yeah I even bought the song on itunes. Sad isn't it?