Sorry for the late update OTL. And gomen if its kinda short... I wanted to leave a cliff hanger -insert evil smile here- School's been cruel, my computer's PMS-ing and a lot of other crap's been going on… But yeah, its here now! :D Sorry if it's a bit weird, I just kinda skimmed through it~ Hope you like it, and thank you so much for the reviews!

"Miss Alice, wake up."

"Miss Alice. MISS ALICE!"

"Mmmpf… Pillow~"

"Mon cherie~ Please awake…"

As I floated in the land in-between sleep and the world of the awaken, I felt soft hair brush my cheek slightly and hot breath in my ear for a second before the presence above me was gone. Now replaced by a vaguely familiar British voice screeching at the top of his lungs.

"YOU BLOODY FROG WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU"RE DOING? I'm still in the room damnit!"

Finally abandoning all attempts at sleep, I ripped my eyes open to watch England and France rolling around on the floor, trying their best to gouge each other's eyes out. For a few minutes I watched the two of them in morbid fascination while I silently egged on England in my head (What? He saved me from whatever France was trying to do, which I don't really want to know anything of until I'm twenty one…)

They really don't look like they're gonna stop anytime soon… Aren't they supposed to be allies? And America is still snoring like a chainsaw in his corner oblivious to everything else. Just thinking of America at the moment is making my face heat up in embarrassment. I hate it when people see me break down. I mean, I'm just too cool for that sort of thing.

VERY BRIEF FLASH BACK~ (cos the author's lazy)

"DUDE! ARE YOU OKAY?" Without bothering to wait for a response, America burst through the locked door as if it was a mere plank in his way. Twisting around and showering my curled form with wood splinters, America's breath stopped when he saw me.

Rushing over, he held me up by the shoulders and proceeded to try and shake me into a less comatose state. Despite not really wanting to answer his frantic questions, when I realized that my neck was in real danger of snapping, I pushed him away.

"Go away. You're causing me more harm than good." I hated that my voice sounded so high and cracked. Like some boy going through puberty.

"D-Dude… Are you crying? Oh gosh NO NO don't cry! The hero is here!"

After some unsuccessful attempts of trying to get him to stop TRYING to comfort me, America finally gave up on his case, stood up, slung me on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and ran me back to the room.

"Oh you're awake." England stated from under France, his green eye fixing itself on my face. Despite my best efforts, my face heated up under his gaze and I ran my fingers through my very messy curly black hair. Well, it was still kinda embarrassing to have a cute guy look at you when you're a mess… Rubbing their sore spots, the two guys started to get up looking so calm as if they hadn't been fighting only a second ago.

"I wanted to tell you that the Axis Powers has answered us and plan to… Rescue you…" England said smiling rather evilly.

"Oui. Italy said, Ve! Germany will come and save you!"

Wow… Someone's actually coming to save me? Another country it seems but… A hero's still a hero right?

"Oh, and I brought you some food. Heh, I knew you wouldn't have eaten America's disgusting burgers." England said, sniffing huffily as if his food was better than the sweaty stowed away burgers. Most probably is.

England walked over to my bedside table and handed me a tray of warm food from it. Scones with tea and jam. Very… British. "Baked them myself," he said proudly.

As I smelled the sweet scent of tea (the scones were suspiciously un-smell able) I realized how ravenously hungry I was. I had skipped lunch and dinner the previous day after all. I wolfed down the scones, trying hard to ignore the bland dryness of the food and forced it down with the sweet tea. When I finally finished, I looked up, a bit shocked to realize that the both of them were still standing there, only now America had woken and joined in.

England had an odd mixture of joy and shock plastered on his face while the other two's simply foretold their surprise.

"Dude… You ate it… All of it…"

"You are really not from Italie are you?"

I stopped short for a moment, taken aback. "So you've finally decided to believe me!... Why though?"

"Italians are gourmets. They'd never eat Iggy's food. No matter what."

"Nonsense. She just realizes how wonderful my cooking is!..."

"Angleterre. Ze mademoiselle really izn't from Italie."

"You can't deny it Iggy. Your food sucks."

"IT IS NOT! W-well, if what you say is true… Then what about the plan to use her as bait for the Axis Powers?"

Suddenly all three of their faces changed to represent one identical thought. Oh shit.