Hey there, Fang here.

Last chapter, folks. Though I am writing one that is based off of Pearl Harbor...That kinda goes along with this one...Well, whatever. This could go on forever.

Alfred knocked on the door to Arthur's room.

"Iggy?"

He heard no answer, so Alfred turned the handle and walked into the silent room.

Arthur, to his astonishment, was sitting in the armchair facing the window five feet away from the bed. The man was calmly staring out the window, which gave a perfect view of London. Unfortunately, London was not so perfect right now.

"Artie…Here ya go."

Alfred walked to the side of the chair and put a cup of tea in the Brit's hands. Arthur didn't seem to notice, but he lifted the cup to his lips after a second and sipped.

"Where did you find this? I don't have any tea in my house." Arthur spoke quietly, not even looking at Alfred.

Alfred grinned despite this. "That package the nurse gave me. Guess she was right, thinking you would need it."

The ports were bombed…it must've been harder to come by."

"Your people were worried, I guess. They wanna help in anyway possible."

Arthur shut his eyes.

"I know…I know…" he looked at Alfred for the first time. "I'm sorry about-"

"Don't be, dude."

"No, I shouldn't have bloody yelled-"

"You were upset, man. Though I don't know exactly what…"

Arthur leaned back in his chair.

"I just feel so…useless…how I am now…"

"Dude, Artie, that isn't-"

"Look, just let me bloody explain!" he glared at his younger brother. "I hate this…being so useless that I have to rely on someone so heavily…! I can't stand it. I literally can only do such bloody small things…I only have an arm working!"

Arthur's fist clenched the teacup.

"I told you to get out…because I didn't want you to see me like this since the Revolution…so weak. So vulnerable. I'm supposed to be the one holding that German #!*% back…I'm supposed to be the strong one. I can't even look at myself in the mirror anymore. These dreams…it's like being back out there…in London. But this time, I can't run. They stopped when I left the hospital, but…"

Arthur sucked in a breath.

"But I can barely do anything. I'm a burden to you, Alfred; I don't even know why you're here."

"…There is one thing I've been wondering…how the #!*% did you get from the bed to the chair?"

Arthur looked incredulously at Alfred.

"What? That's what you say to all that?"

"No, seriously, how?"

Arthur took another sip of tea.

"Well…I braced myself on the headboard and the end table there…and walked a bit…"

"And you call that nothing?"

Arthur stopped mid-tea.

"Cause dude…that's pretty impressive. That nurse said you wouldn't be walking for a week or two, and it's only been a couple of days."

"I…well…"

Alfred pulled up the chair next to him and sat down, leaning closer to his brother.

"You think that you're useless? I've never heard such #!*% in my life. You can actually fight. You can actually hold off him! I'm neutral. I honestly can't do anything except make sure you're not dying on me. Yeah, right now, you need help moving and stuff, but what's the shame in that?"

"The shame is that I need it! I've never actually needed someone to help me!"

"Well, then, maybe you should learn to rely more on others, bro. It's ok to do it, too, no one thinks the worse of you for it."

"But-"

"But nothing. And you know what? I can see you both strong and weak, and contrary to your opinion, it's not gonna change what I think of you. You're my brother, Artie. Deal with it. You took care of me all those years ago when I was your colony."

Arthur stiffened as Alfred brought up a time that still pained him.

"Now I get to return the favor, kay?"

Alfred grinned widely at Arthur, and Arthur couldn't help but smile slightly back. The two nations sat like that in silence for a while, until the last drop of tea in Arthur's cup was gone.

"Bloody #!*% , no! I don't care if I can't walk without it, I'm not using that!"

"Aw, Come on, Artie!"

The Brit was sitting on his sofa, arms crossed at his chest, face twisted in defiance. Alfred was laughing again, a well made wooden cane with an elegant handle in his hands.

"Why not?" Alfred asked, shoving it into Arthur's hands anyway and pushing him up to a stand, making Arthur forced to lean on the offending piece of wood.

"Canes are for old men! I'm not old, #!*% !"

"Aw, Iggy, You know that's not true! You had plenty of canes in your older days, and you were perfectly fine then!"

Despite his complaints, the Brit was already walking around with it, and much to Alfred's glee, was only leaning on it a little bit.

"And besides…if you reaaaaallly wanna be a gentleman…you gotta use that. It makes you look sophisticated."

Arthur glared at his brother, but snarled in acquiesce. Alfred opened the door for his brother, and watched him take the front steps a little slower than usual, but without any major mishaps. Arthur was fine, he told himself. Now Alfred just needed to get his own #!*% into the war, and he could watch over him better when Arthur finally decided to join his troops. After all, he was only doing what little brothers are supposed to do.

AUTHOR'S COMMENTS:

Hey, oro-oro! Lol, I'm glad you picked up on that one little wheelchair thing, I thought it was worth putting in. Poor Arthur...he likes being independent of others...Eh, I wouldn't want him to change, he's too tsundere to do so. Thanks for sticking with me to the end!

Anywho...The cane...ah, the cane...I want to do more with the cane...I can just see Arthur with a cane, a long coat and a top hat...making him look even more gentlemanly...hee hee that's so awesome.

Well, thanks to all you, this is it! No more epilogue...Read more of my stuff! Thanks!

-Fang