He didn't know how long he had slept but for the first time in a long time his mind had felt so clear and peaceful. He was alone with the bright blue sky, a great and vast field of wheat surrounding him at the ankles. He wasn't wearing his normal bomber jacket and clothing but instead he was just wearing a long, flowing cloak. He wasn't wearing his glasses and he wore no shoes; it was just the white cloak.

He began walking for no reason at all when he saw someone far in the distance. He began to run to them, seeing it was England smiling back at him. No, he wasn't smiling. He was crying. America hated to see him cry but when he tried to shout his name nothing came out. The sky began to cloud up into a grey, the wheat burning to the ground all around him. The fire raged all around his cloak turning ash black. England had a gun now and was pointing it at America…a different America; one from a long, long time ago.

There was a shot fired, but America didn't see who the receiver was because soon his head turned to see Japan, bloodied in the face. There were bomber jets in the air, his hand being their command. America screamed bloody murder for him to stop but soon the ashes of the wheat began to fly, covering the air and blinding his views. He looked a different direction and saw a row of men with blindfolds. He didn't know these men, but before he could do anything blood shot from the backs of their heads.

Then there was silence. He looked around, the walls and floors blackened. He looked up and saw a face come out; a woman, blond hair with the uniform of a confederate. He felt a coldness attach itself to his legs as he stared at this woman. She only said one thing.

"You let me be born…to die."

Tears began running down America's face, blood raining from the sky, droplets staining his already blackened cloak. He looked to the ground and saw its floor cracking apart, shackles keeping him put. The final piece fell, his own legs bound to it as it fell into pitch darkness, the faces of the world sneering at him.

"Pitiful."

"Obsolete."

"Isolation would've suited you so much better America."

America screamed. "WE ALL HAVE BLOOD ON OUR HANDS"

The faces didn't reply, but his descent down continued, his voice catching. It felt suffocating, nauseating, what was happening?!

He awoke, his head pounding, his hand shaking. He sat up in haste, looking around to find himself in a hospital room, familiar faces all around.

"America thank God you woke up." Canada spoke quietly but with relief in his voice, something America couldn't return.

"You bloke, you nearly gave me a heart attack."

America looked at the clock on the wall. 8:30 PM…but what day?

"How long was I out?"

"Two days." China scrounged around in a little backpack. "I got you something to eat." He held out a burger which America promptly smacked out of his hand.

"Hey no need to be violent!" China revolted but America stared down at his hands.

He failed his mission and now…now …oh God now there were people who were going to be after him. How handsomely would he have to pay to keep their mouths shut? How many would need a bullet through their face? Did they attempt to take it without his help?

"What's happened in the past couple days?" America asked.

Italy cocked his head. "Eh? What do yo –."

"Just humor me." America interrupted.

"America-san nothing has happened. We've been checking up on you to make sure you were ok and that is all." Japan answered quickly.

America sighed in relief and fell back on his white pillow, his head still spinning.

"It feels great that you all were concerned for me, but I just need a little more sleep. It's fine if you all go now." His voice was weakened and shaking. "Please."

They all hesitantly obliged, leaving the room so he could be left alone to sleep. When the door closed he quickly got out of bed and reached for his jacket that hung off the white chair on the left of his bed. He dug through the pocket and pulled out his phone, seeing he had missed four messages. Shit.

He dialed back.

"Mr. Jones I'm glad to hear you're back on your feet." A deep voice spoke before America could get a word in.

"It was a minor setback I assure you, but what about the preparations?"

"All put to waste I'm afraid. My men were never given the okay before it went down so no action has been provoked. Your money is gone though…of course this is a meager set back seeing as it's to pay the time wasted on our part."

America stood there silently for a moment and then spoke. "Very well I understand. Please though, cancel this operation. There's a suspicion in the air that I fear I won't be able to escape from if this goes through."

Another moment of silence until the deep voice spoke once more. "Very well Mr. Jones. I've never spoken to you and vice versa. Let's keep it that way for name's sake."

"Understood"

America hung up, relief filling him. His luck was running high these days. The mafia hadn't done anything. He knew deep in him that this would have never worked anyways. He hadn't prepared well enough, but now he knew what was to be done next time he targeted David. Now, though, he set up a new target, one in which he could do at any time.

The Declaration of Independence sounded good at first. Of course he would put in a fake, but soon they'd figure it out. He found it a bit ironic to steal it seeing as he fought so hard for it. He wanted it though.

He sat back in bed, afraid to close his eyes in fear that the dreams would come back.

Outside the countries all sat around, nothing better to do even though paperwork would await them elsewhere; France spoke up.

"Say, since when did America smoke?"

"What? America doesn't smoke." Canada replied, but he was only overshadowed by the others.

"He doesn't smoke. That man is a lot of things but he isn't a smoker." China retorted.

"Non but it's true. I was with him just a while back and he reeked of it."

"That doesn't sound like him." Russia looked up, puzzled.

"It's not just that. America-san seems to be much more…isolated lately." Japan spoke.

"He's not very talkative in the meetings anymore either." Germany pondered.

They all began to wonder the state of health America was in. It was odd to think of such a nation becoming so…remote.

(I DO NOT OWN HETALIA)

(Oh, also I just finished Steins; Gate and I feel so empty and void inside ;_;. Just thought I should add this...idk why)

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