Chapter Four

England took a cab with France to the hospital, about half an hour after America was taken from McDonald's. England was tapping on his legs, and shaking uncontrollably. He was scared. He though that he might lose the one person he cared most about.

When they arrived at the hospital, England sprinted into the building, France following close behind. He ran up to the front desk. The woman that was there looked up from her paperwork and smiled. "Hello," she said. "How can I help you sir?" "Alfred Jones!" England shouted. "I need to see Alfred Jones right away! I need to see if he's ok!" The smile that had appeared on the woman's face had been wiped away. "I'm sorry sir, but Mr. Jones is in the operating room and can't take any visitors for another hour," she sadly said. "But if you'd like, you can sit in the waiting room until he is available."

England nodded and walked into the waiting room with France. He crouched on a chair, hugging his knees. "Please be ok," he whispered to himself. "Please, PLEASE be ok!?" Tears started rolling down his face. France looking at England with comforting (and slightly creepy) eyes.

"Oh, Angelterre. Do not cry. Everything will be fine!" England glared at France. "How do you know!" he shouted. "What if the doctors mess up in there and he dies! I might as well kill myself then! I won't have any other bloody reason to live if I can't be with America!" Tears were now flowing from his sad emerald eyes. France grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him aggressively. "Do not say that, Britain!" he yelled. "Killing yourself will not solve anything!"

France stopped shaking England, allowing him to wipe the tears from his eyes. France sighed. "You love Amerique, oui?" "Of course I bloody love him!" England said. "He's the only one I've ever loved." "Then you can not allow yourself to put these terrible negative thoughts inside that petit head of yours!" England nodded, then laid his head on his knees.

Minutes seemed like hours while England was waiting. But after a while, he saw a doctor coming his way. "Are you Arthur Kirkland?" he asked. "Yes. I'm Arthur." "It seems your friend had a mild heart attack. Tell me, what was he eating when this incident occurred?" England sighed. "Hamburgers." "Hm. And how many hamburgers did he consume?" England shrugged his shoulders. "About thirty." The doctor nodded. "Well Arthur, I'm going to ask you to keep your friend from eating any hamburgers for a month. It's to help his body recover from the fat intake." England nodded and said, "Thank you doctor. I will be sure to do that."

"Good," said the doctor. "Because if he doesn't listen, and he has another heart attack, there is a very slim chance of living." England gulped. The doctor chuckled. "But don't worry. As long as he doesn't eat any hamburgers for a month, he'll be just fine." England nodded again. "Now, he's asleep, but would you like to see him?" he asked. "Yes please!" England replied without hesitation. "Follow me then."

He followed the doctor upstairs to the third floor. They walked into a room with completely white walls, and lights so bright that they could blind a human being if they were any brighter. After his eyes were adjusted to the new lighting, England looked at America, who was asleep after a long (and quite "exciting") day. "Ok, I'll leave you guys alone. Stay as long as you'd like." Then the doctor walked out the door.

England walked over to the sleeping America and kissed his forehead. Then he grabbed a chair from behind and sat down next to America's bed. He gently held onto America's hand and began to speak." America, I know you probably can't hear me right now." America opened his eyes slightly, but didn't speak. He wanted to hear what England had to say.

"There's something I've been wanting to tell you. I wanted to say it when you were awake, but if I don't do it now, I probably won't be able to." England took a deep breath. "I love you. More than that. I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember. I know you can't answer me, but I just wanted to let you know." England kissed America's hand, got up from the chair, and started walking out of the room.

"Iggy," America finally said. England gasped and quickly turned around to see America sitting up. "I'm in love with you too!" America admitted. England's face was flushed red. Not only did he hear the words that he's been dreaming of hearing, but that America had actually heard every single word he had just said. "You heard that?" America nodded. "Every word. And I love you too!" England stood there, trying to handle the emotions that he was feeling. But he couldn't. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he ran over to America.

He flung his arms around America's neck and kissed him. America held onto England tightly as they kissed. After about five minutes of nonstop kissing, England moved about an inch from America's lips, and smiled. America smiled back and went in for another kiss.

At that moment, France was yelling for England. But he didn't notice. "Britain! Are you ready to..." he walked in the room to see the two nations, kissing passionately. "Ohonhonhon," he laughed. France turned around to see a pretty nurse walking by. "Ohonhonhon, Bonjour!" he said to her, following her.

Again, England broke away from kissing and looked into America's beautiful sky blue eyes. simultaneously, they both said, "I love you!"