A/N: Sorry if this chapter is crappy

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It was later that day when America decided to visit England by himself. He wanted to be alone when he broke the news to England. Who knows how England will take it? Lately, it seems like you'll never know how he'll react.

America quietly opens the door a crack, and peaks in. England's awake and is staring out the giant window that's in the room. There's not much to look at, though, since the sky is cloudy and gloomy-looking.

America opens the door all the way, and steps inside the room, getting England's attention. England looks at him and immediately glares. Those eyes are still full of hatred. They actually scare America a little. He hasn't seen those kinds of eyes since the Revolutionary War.

He takes a large intake of breath before proceeding towards England's bed. He makes sure to not look England directly in the eyes as he does so.

"There have been some arrangements made," he says, his eyes averted from England's piercing gaze.

Out of the corner of his eye, he can see England scowl even more.

"What kind of arrangements?" Every word that comes out of the Brit's mouth holds a dark, menacing tone that sends chills down America's back. Damn, he never knew England could be so scary. He's just as scary as the ghosts and monsters in those horror movies America loves to watch.

"Once you get out of here, you're going to be living with me for awhile."

America braces himself for the yelling that's sure to come next. But it never came. All England did was glare at him darkly. America would've rather had England yelling at him than this agonizing silence.

America nervously shifted around in the spot he was standing in. He was very uncomfortable under England's glare. He didn't know England had the ability to make him feel this way.

"What makes you think I'm gonna willingly—"

"I don't, but... you don't have much of a choice," America cuts in.

England sighs. His eyes grow soft and he looks away and back out the window.

He didn't even argue...

Now America was absolutely positive something was wrong. Usually, England would be super stubborn until the other person gave up. But this time... England was the one to give in first. What's the deal with that?

"We'll leave tomorrow..." That was all America said next before leaving the room. He just couldn't take being in there anymore. Even though England wasn't staring at him with cold eyes anymore, the air was still suffocating to him. The tension had been so thick. Too thick for him to handle.

Why was that easier than it should've been...?

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Is this what failure feels like? The feeling of giving up and giving in to the darkness. Those people can try as much as they'd like to help him, but they'll never succeed. In the end, they'll just end up failing.

But he'll let them have their fun, pretending to be nice and all that. Pretending to care. He'll play along with it. He'll stand along the sidelines as they try to help him with their fake care and watch as they all fail.

But... there's this feeling inside if him that's telling him that all of this is real. That their concern is real. That they actually do care about him and what's going on. He wants to believe it, he really does, but after everything that's happened to him in the past with them, he just can't find it in him to do so.

What if they do care, though...?

What would England do? Would that even change anything? Fix anything? It probably won't. It's kind of like a vase. Once it's broken, it's hard to fix it, but it is possible. Although, that doesn't mean he can be fixed as easily.

But what if... somehow... they do manage to save me?

England smiles to himself, the first true smile he's made in a long time. Maybe this will be the start of a new beginning.

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"Did you talk to him?" Canada asks when he sees America coming back from England's hospital room.

America nods but doesn't say anything. He walks past Canada without a word.

Will this actually work? Can he really fix what's happened to England? He knows it's going to be hard. He truly does. He can't even speak to England without the tension in the air making it hard for him to think properly. If only he can get past the new barrier England has obviously set up, maybe he'll have a chance.

He knows he's going to have to watch over England like a hawk while he's over at his house. He'll need to keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't force himself to throw up anymore. He'll also have to figure out how to get England to open up to him, so he can find out what's wrong with him. That's the main thing America wants to do.

Yes, that's his biggest goal. Once he can do that, he'll be able to help England. He'll be able to revert him back to his normal self. That's all America wants. This new England worries him. Makes him feel uncomfortable. He doesn't want to feel that way around England. He wants to be happy when he's with England, like he usually is.

I love to be around him...

Some people would hate to be around someone who constantly gets mad and has weird tastes in food, but America doesn't mind. It's England, after all. The person he used to look up to, and still sometimes does. Of course, he doesn't show it anymore. Instead, he just playfully teases England by commenting on his eyebrows and cooking. Yet, even so, he still cares a lot about England. He wants England to know that he's there for him. Right now, England obviously thinks he doesn't. So, while England's at his house, he's going to make sure England knows how much he's cared about.