Yep another chapter withen 2 days i have know idea how long this story will be so as always rate and rewiew!

England awoke form his nap. He thought he had heard the letter flap open. England groaned as he got, walking to the door there was an envelope. With "England" written across the front.

"That's no way to address an envelope." He sighed, opening and reading through he had to read it again to make sure he understood it correctly

England,

I suppose as of until this moment you had no worries over your America. Well start looking for him. He might not be around much longer .

Cords 90 east 20 north.

England dropped the note he somehow knew America needed him. He grabbed his army green jacket. Noticing that America left bomber jacket behind.

"Something is defiantly wrong." England muttered before he ran out the door and into the rain.

He had no idea how long he had be unconscious. At least it was still the same day but it had started t o rain. He tried to sit up only to find he was too weak to sit up. He muffled a scream in pain as he felt his left side of his chest burning. He couldn't believe it, this was it he was going to let the blackness take him when he heard something that kept him alive

"America!" AMERICA! Where are you?" The voice was frantic laced with fear. "Alfred! ALFRED!" He heard footstep run towards him. "Oh my god! Alfred what happened?"

Alfred looked up his eyes meeting the emeralds he hated to see them filled with fear and another emotion… Anger?

"Who did this to you? I swear-"

America cut England off. "Don't worry so much , I did this for-" He coughed up blood "For you." England couldn't say anything, he just stared down in shock. Finally jarred into action England took out his phone and called for an ambulance. The ambulance arrived quickly which England was happy about since every second counted and with every second America, grew closer to dying. No! England refused to think like that. They arrived at the hospital and America was rushed in after hours of intense care, England was finally aloud to see America. He was sleeping or England thought at the time.

"America, I love you. I hate that you had do this for me, thinking I couldn't handle myself. Thinking you had to be a hero."

"I had to prove to you that I'm a hero." America said with a weak smile.

"You already were a hero to me at least." Replied England

"No, I hurt you and heroes aren't supposed to hurt anyone, I've hurt you twice" England looked at America confused. "The revolutionary war and right now I'm hurting you cause I'm hurt." England looked at him. Why was he suddenly so smart? Or was the better question why did he act so stupid?

"Hey Arthur, I love you." With that America closed his eyes for a finale time. The heart rate checker thing slowed down then he flat lined. England could take he burst into sobs and couldn't believe.

"Heroes aren't suppose to die, they cant die!" England shouted. The blackness took America. England left the hospital and went home, he slammed the door open grabbed the bomber jacket and went up stairs to his room. Little to his knowledge all four of his brothers were present at that display of emotions.

"What was that about?" asked whales.

"Probably something with his boyfriend." Replied Scotland.