Chapter 2

It's been a week since the meeting. I'd finally gotten over everything that had happened and was feeling better till I looked at my calendar; it was July 1st… nearly July 4th. I pretended I didn't know what was coming up but France saw straight though me.

"You don't have to do anything about his birthday," His muttered as we sat on the couch.

He was really annoyed at America for breaking his nose; it had a little bend in it after it healed; he got Italy to recommend him to a plastic surgeon to get it fixed. I knew he was right about not doing anything and one part of me agreed but the other part said I had to.

"I know… but… but…" I didn't know what words to use.

"You care about him," I could sense the annoyance in France's voice; he still hasn't full forgiven me for saying America that time.

"I really don't know," I pulled my legs to my chest and frowned.

France kissed my cheek before turning my head to face him. He bit his lower lip and his eyes searched me, it was one of those looks you wanted to avoid.

"Tell me you love me~" He muttered.

"I love you," I replied.

"Your heart's not fully in it," He said accusingly.

"My heart's not fully in anything at the moment," I said with a sigh and looked at my now flashing phone.

I picked it up and looked at the screen questionably. 'What the bloody hell does Japan want?' I thought before pressing the answer call button.

"Hello?" I said looking up at the ceiling.

"Kanichiwa England, um… are you busy?" Japan sounded slightly concerned and it worried me to hear him like this.

"No, not really, Why?" I was worried now.

"Could you get to my place quickly," He said rather hurriedly, "It's really important,"

"What? Why? What's so important?" I sat up quickly making France jump slightly.

"It's America…" Japan whispered as though he really didn't want me to hear that.

"What about America… what's so important about him?" I was ready to hang up.

"He's really done something horrible… I can't explain it over the phone, just please get here," Japan got quieter and quieter, "You really need to be here,"

"All right I'm there," I said and jumped to my feet as I hung up the phone, "I have to go, I'll be back latter,"

I began to race around the house in a half panic and France followed me around, asking questions that I didn't want to answer.

"What about America?!" He sounded angry.

"I don't know yet but if Japan says its important, it's important," I kisses France before racing past him and out to my car.

~At Japan's~

I got out of the car and raced to the front door where Japan was waiting for me. He bowed before leading me inside. There were no words exchanged as I was lead though the smaller nation's house. My mind went blank as Greece came out of the room we were going into holding blood covered clothes and bandages. I pushed past both of them and held a hand over my mouth at the sight that greeted me.

'America… what have you done?!' I walked slowly over to America who was lying, asleep on the couch. It was obvious he'd been in some kind of fight, from what I could tell. He was covered in cuts and bruises.

"I found him outside, a bottle of alcohol in his hand; he said your name before passing out," Greece said, coming back with more medical supplies.

"I've fixed him up as best I could but he's going to have a few scars here and there," Japan placed his finger's to his lips and added, "They shouldn't be noticeable over the ones already there…"

I'd done so well with not breaking down and crying this past week but this... it was too much. 'Why do you do these things to me?!' I knelt down beside America and watched Greece and Japan clean up the last of his wounds.

They left us in silence and I sat, still and un-spoken, trying to gather some logical thought. My mind drifted to the times when America and I were happy; when we were together. When he was a child; my child.

His bright blue eyes; they haven't changed. That adorable cow lick on the top of his head that refuses to stay down; still there. Those soft hands that used to hold mine; the same. His laughing voice and the way he used to shout "I'M THE HERO!" he still does that too…

"You're my hero Alfred," I whispered this before letting the tear's spill over, "God, what is with all these tears,"

"It's because you care," My eyes shot up to see those eyes; like the sky.

I momentarily stopped to see America awake and looking at me. He moved his hand to brush my cheek with the back of it. Without my permission, my hands came up to hold his. He lay and watched me before I broke the silence.

"What have you done to yourself," I whispered, my chin rested on the edge of the couch, next to his face.

"You did it…" He looked up to the ceiling, "I love you,"

At that comment I got mad. I pulled back and let his hand go.

"Are you stupid or just do this to annoy me?"

He sat up; groaning in pain, he swung his leg's around and sat there facing me. I suddenly felt tiny and insignificant as America towered over me. Anger showed clear on his face and he looked down at me.

"England… How… Why?!" I knew he was lost for words through his anger and it gave me a strong advantage.

"I'm with France and just because someone else loves me does not mean I'm going to leave him," I said and got to my feet, "Secondly, you are a complete fool for doing something to like this to yourself…"

"I did it because I wanted to feel something other than the pain of not having you beside me!" I was shocked at this… was I really causing him that much pain? No wait!

"You're a fool! You need to accept the fact I love France… we just can't be together…" I knew how untrue that last line was but I said it anyway.

"Why not? Why can't we be together? Why don't you give me a try?" America cringed in pain slightly as he stood up, "And I know that you don't love France... You never have... Why have you convinced yourself that you do?"

He grabbed my hands and stood close.

"Alfred…" My voice stopped and I stepped closer to him, everything he was saying was true, "Will you give me till morning… then I shall tell you,"

"As you wish," Warm arms embraced me and I suddenly thought of Princess Buttercup and her Wesley, 'Why did you say 'as you wish?'.

I pulled away from America and kissed his cheek before leaving. I had so much to think about my head hurt. I left the room and then left the house hearing Japan and Greece were busy. As I climbed into my car I made a silent promise not to cry till I was alone.

The drive home was long; it may be because I wanted to delay it as much as possible. I couldn't clear my mind. My thought's drifted from France and then to America. I didn't even realize I had pulled into the drive way already. I climbed out of my car slowly and walked to the door. I opened the door and shuffled down the lit hallway. I heard France in the lounge but ignored his calls of "Is that youAngleterre?"

I went to our bedroom and kicked off my shoes. I flopped onto the bed and hugged one of the large fluffy pillows close. I heard France walk down the hall way and come into the bedroom. The bed creaked softly as he sat beside me and stroked my hair.

"Hey mon amour, everything ok?" I relaxed and sighed softly.

I slowly rolled over and looked up at France. I started to understand my feelings a bit. I didn't love him romantically. But how do I get out of this 'relationship'?

"You have such pretty eyes," I muttered and kissed the palm of his hand.

"Merci," France said and lay down beside me.

I loved moments like this with France; the way he would just lie with me for hours and hold me. I was able to relax and stop worrying about the world, about wars, about love and everything else. Time would stop when he held me like this, and I didn't want him to let go any time soon.

He placed butterfly kisses over my cheeks and neck as I thought things over; everything America had said was ringing in my ears. I closed my eyes and compared them; France and America. They both loved me… but which one do I love more.

"France… do you love me?" I knew it was a rather stupid question but I felt the need to make sure he did.

"Of cause my Angleterre, I love you to the ends of the earth and back… and you can't stop me loving you," I frowned and was glad he couldn't see my face.

'I know it's wrong… but it will help me decide which one I love more or show me which one loves me more… Alfred… Francis… Tell me you love me…'

A/N: eeeppp what do you think?! Do you like it?! Hate it?! Sorry I'm so worried about if people will like this or if I'll like it and yea... well the next chapter is on it's way and I promise things will move a bit quicker! I have so many ideas but no idea which ones to use... ok until next time this little dork is out!