I nearly dropped the phone when I heard this information, I had to take a deep breath before I started to speak into the phone, "What? K-Kiku has… dementia?"

"Don't worry America, since he's a country his immune system is obviously stronger than a regular person's. It might not even be dementia, it could just be post-traumatic stress syndrome from the war times," I doubted China's words, it must be pretty serious if even he were to be worried about Japan.

"Okay, dude… do you have any suggestions for what I should do for the time being?" My voice was serious and glum compared to its usual energy filled attitude.

"The best advice I have for you at the moment is to stick it out. If you really care about him then you'll have to accept him for who he is… But wait a moment, how did you snap him out of his symptoms for the time being to begin with?" The Chinese man inquired.

"Well, I ehehe," I chuckled mostly to myself, "Well let's just say I know Japan a little bit better than you,"

Before I could say anything else the call ended, "That bastard China hung up on me…"

~xoxoxoxoxox~

I was sitting at the edge of the bed when I heard a weary moan come from my Japan. I looked towards him, his face was distraught with regret that he wasn't even aware of.

"What happened?" He asked, his voice was innocent, like that of a child. I looked towards him, his face was distraught with regret that he wasn't even aware of. He sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"What happened?" He repeated his voice smooth with the pleasure of sleep.

I smiled at him, I didn't want to alert him that anything was wrong quite yet, "Oh nothing at all, you just dozed off."

I saw Kiku look downwards, his face wrinkled with worry, his mumbled words heavy with thought, "Oh it must have been my imagination then…"

I gave him a pitiful look, and touched his shoulder softly with reassurance. "You'll be okay," I spoke, pulling him into a hug. "Everything's going to be okay, because I'm the hero and I'll make sure of it."

Kiku didn't have anything but the heart to smile back sweetly, his voice soft. "Whatever you say, America-san." He leaned forward timidly to place a kiss on my forehead. I leaned in, gently pecking his lips when the door downstairs could be heard being crashed open.

"I'm gonna kill that-a Japanese bastard!" Screamed an Italian voice, followed by, "R-Romano! Please calm down. Japan's my friend!" Whined another Italian accent before the bedroom door was knocked down. Before I had time to react, Japan was out of my arms, his collar being gripped by Romano.

"How could you fuck with my mafia like that?" Shouted the Italian. "They never did anything to you and you have to go get on their bad side!"

Kiku looked terrified, to say the least. I lunged forward and got myself wedged between them as much as I could. "Dude, what the hell is this all about?"

Japan spoke out for once, "I haven't done anything but slept all day, I have no idea what you're talking about, Italy-san."

"I'm fucking Romano! And you know what you did, messing with my men. Watch yourself, Asian freak." Romano released the grip on Japan's collar and grabbed Italy by his sleeve and pulled him out. Kiku looked well over confused and clung to me softly, his face in terror.

"I-I.. Don't remember really doing anything. America, are you sure everything's alright?" He looked up to me with eyes I couldn't lie to, and I swallowed hard.

"… Japan, you're sick. I'll have China explain later, please get some sleep." With little effort, I pushed him back on the bed and laid next to him, stroking the thin black hair softly as we both fell into sleep.

Well, at least now he knows.