Yay! Chapter 3! Who's happy? ME! :D

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"Why did you call me America?" Alfred asked, watching the blonde headed man. Wasn't his name Alfred? He thought that America was the country he lived in.

"A-ah...You see...Um..It's hard to explain, Alfred." Arthur stumbled on his words. He didn't know how to explain it.

"But, I thought my name was Alfred."

"It is! But..um. Okay, you do know the United Kingdom, correct?" Alfred nodded, and Arthur pressed on, "Well you see, I'm, er, the personification on the UK."

"Are you saying that you are like the land? Itself?" Alfred asked. That was weird. Was that even possible?

"Basically. Well, there are others like me. That are personifications. Your one of them."

"M-me?"

"Yes. You are the United States of America." Alfred turned his head away from Arthur and starred at the plain ceiling. There was no possible way that he could be a 'personification'! That was outragious!

"This...I'm confused.." Alfred admitted. Arthur sighed.

"Maybe I'll be able to explain it better later." He paused, "How are you feeling?" Arthur changed the subject.

"Okay, I guess...I feel numb now."

"That's good..." God how he wished this had never happened. Why was he always cursed with misfortune? He rubbed his temple and gazed out the window. It was night now. How long had he been here?

"Artie?" Arthur looked up at hearing that annoying nickname.

"Yes?"

T-thanks. Ya know, for staying here. I don't want to be alone..." He whispered. Arthur smiled gently and leaned forward, pressing his lips to America's forehead. Then pulled back and whispered back,

"Your welcome, love."

Arthur jolted awake when there was a knock at the door to Alfred's hospital room. He didn't even remember falling asleep. He looked at Alfred, who was peacefully sleeping, his chest rising and falling, with air that was being pushed into his lungs with the help on the oxygen mask. Not wanting to wake the sleeping nation, he got up and quietly opened the door to find Japan standing there, with a couple of movies in his hand.

"Ohayo gozaimasu*,Arthur-san. I am sorry to show up so suddenly, but I didn't get a chance to visit him yesterday." Japan apologized, as he bowed slightly to the English-man.

"Oh, good morning Kiku! It's quite alright. How are you this evening?" He greeted, stepping out of the way for Kiku to walk into the room. He shut the door softly behind him and followed behind Kiku, who now stood at the foot of the white bed. Arthur stood beside Kiku and stared solemly at Alfred before turning to Kiku. He might as well tell Japan the situation.

"He lost his memory." He said bluntly. Japan looked at him in surprise.

"Lost his memory? Can he not remember anything at all?" He asked, looking back at the young nation. He felt bad for his western friend.

"Yes. It seems he can only recall his name and who I am." Arthur spoke as he walked back to the chair. Kiku nodded slowly.

"Have you talked to Germany or the others about this?"

"No, not yet. Besides you, Matthew and I, no one else knows. I plan to tell them at the next meeting though." He rubbed his temple, stressing out slightly.

"He seems younger." Japan suddenly said, walking to stand on the left side of the bed. Arthur blinked. So he wasn't the only one who noticed?

"You have noticed too? I wasn't sure at first, but now that you mention it, he does look younger." Arthur stood up and pulled the covers carefully away from the Americans body. Both nations gasped. He WAS much smaller looking. Instead of the long muscular legs, there was now semi short thin legs. Not to mention, Alfred's torso itself looked smaller in general.

"How..How did he get younger?" England wondered out loud. Japan shook his head to himself and looked back to Alfred's face.

"If I had to guess, it looks as if Alfred-kun is around 13 or 14. Do you kow of anyways that could have possibly reverted him?" The Japanese man questioned. Arthur ran a hand through his messy blonde hair thoughtfully. Magic could have been involved, but he would have sensed the energy of magic around Alfred if it was used. Unless...

"What if a nation were to be wounded enough to were the body would revert back to help heal? Ah, never mind. It sounds like a silly theory." Arthur sighed in frustration.

"Not at all, Arthur-san. In fact, that is a very good theory, though I have never heard of a nation becoming younger." Kiku sat in the empty chair across from Arthur. He knew of nations becoming practically comatose until the healed, but definitely not becoming younger. It boggled his mind.

It wasn't long after Japan arrived that Aflred had woken up. He blinked his eyes, still blurry from sleep, before looking at the man with the short black hair. He panicked slightly, waking up to an unknown man, but quickly caught sight of his Arthur.

"Good morning, Alfie. How did you sleep? Are you feeling better? Hungry?" Arthur boombarded him with questions.

"I-I slept well. My body kinda hurts again, though," He paused, "Food?" Automatically his eyes light up at the thought of being able to eat something. In fact, he'd be willingly to eat just about anything right now. He was starving!"

"Would you like some more medicine?" The English-man asked but was immediately turned down. The only thing running through Alfred's mind was the thought of food. Food, food, food. Kiku smiled at Alfred and stood up. He hadn't said much after the conversation about Alfred, just sitting and thinking until the young nation woke up.

"Would you like me to run out and get us something to eat?" Japan offered.

"What? Oh no! That would be rude of me. Let me go and get something." Arthur requested. As much as he didn't want to leave Alfred, he didn't want a friend to go out of his way to get them food.

"No, no, I insist. You stay here with Alfred-kun." Japan smiled and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Arthur sighed, but turned back to Alfred and put a smile on his face.

"Artie, who was that?" Large, blue eyes looked at him, expectantly. England had momentarily forgotten all about the boy losing his memory.

"That was one of our friend. Remember our conversation about personifications?" Alfred nodded, still thinking it was impossible. Arthur continued, "Well, he was one of them. He represents Japan." Alfred looked at him, head cocked to the side.

"How do people become personifications?" He asked.

"Ah, well...You are just born that way. I don't know why we are born like this, but here we are. As long as the country is alive and doing well, then so are we."

"So...How long have you been alive?"

"Over a thousand years." Arthur answered simply. He couldn't remember the exact date, so he estimated.

"Wow! Then your an old man!" Alfred giggled.

"I am not old! China is older than I am!" England scolded. Alfred giggled some more.

"Haaha...How old was I?" He asked suddenly.

"You? Hm..About 235 years old. Come to think of it, your next birthday is coming up." Arthur said solemly. He always hated it around this time of year. It always brought back painful memories, that still to this day, brings tears to his eyes.

"No way! I'm old too!" Then he caught the look on his brothers face. "Artie, why do you look sad?" Alfred did his best to reach for Arthur's hand that sat on his lap, without moving to much.

"H-huh? Oh, it's-it's nothing, Alfred. Just some bad memories." He loked Alfred in the eyes, but looked away.

"I'm sorry.." Alfred murmured. They both sat in silence for a few minutes, until the door opened to reveal Japan, holding a McDonalds bag.

"Ah, welcome back Kiku. Thank you so much for going out of your way."

"Arigato*, Arthur-san. It was no problem at all. I'm happy to help." He made his way across the room and began pulling out the grease filled food and handing it to Arthur and Alfred before taking his seat. He himself only got a water, both not hungry and not wanting to stomach the food.

"T-thank you." Alfred mumbled to the Japanese-man. He found himself somewhat nervous being around the man. Though Arthur had said that he was one of their friends, he felt shy around him.

"Your welcome, Amerika-kun." Then both Arthur and Kiku noticed the problem. How was he going to eat when he had to wear the oxygen mask? But apparently nothing was going to stop the little nation from eating as he gingerly took off the mask. He took in a couple of breaths, deciding it was okay, before he unwrapped his meal.

"Alfred, do you want me to help you sit up?" Arthur asked. knowing how he ate, he would probably chock himself laying down, and that would be unfortunate. Setting his food on the small side table, he got up and ever so slightly wrapped his arms around the boy and pulled him up. Alfred hissed in pain, clenching his teeth as he was moved but told Arthur to continue until he was finally in an upright position.

"Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" Arthur asked worridly.

"'M fine." Alfred said, as he grabbed his burger and took a rather large bite out of the thing. God, it was like the best thing he ever eaten. The sweet aroma alone was enough to make his mouth water, but now that he got a taste of it, he was sent into a state of full bliss.

"Wow.." Both Kiku and Arthur muttered at the same time, watching as Alfred ate, his face in a whole other world. Alfred was the only person they knew that would ever react to such a thing.

"At least there's something that's still the same about him." Arthur whispered, smiling.

A/N: The end, in my opinion, got a little boring XD Kinda like a filler. I'm sorry D: But hey, at least I wrote it :D But, next chapter will be better, promise! I miiiight make it skip ahead in time (not in the beginning of the chapter of course...That would be confusing) It just depends on how the chapter goes ^^

Translations:

Ohayo gozaimasu: Good morning-Japanese

Arigato: Thank you-Japanese

Sorry if I got the translations wrong...I used my own brain ^^ Heehee XD

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