Alfred F Jones

Montreal, Quebec

October 31, 2163

At the insistence of Alta, my long lost little brother, I went back to the hotel and found Canada, walking out of the building. I was suddenly pissed when I saw that he didn't have England with him. I walked up to him and punched him so hard across the face that his glasses clattered against the sidewalk, skidding into a snow bank.

"What the fuck, Hoser?" Canada shouted, picking up his glasses and glaring viciously.

"Where's Iggy?"

"Maple-Hockey, that HURTS; why did you hit so hard? He asked me to take him back and I knew that if he tried to come back on his own, he would've gotten lost and possibly frozen to death; He's in his room, Idiot!"

"What's up with you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at his gratuitous cussing.

"Hm, so you noticed, huh? You can take this and shove it up your ass," Canada said, glaring into my eyes, "He loves you, Asshole. He loves YOU. I would give everything for him to love me even as much as he loves France- and he DOES love France- but he doesn't love me; he loves you. You never noticed did you? He was trying so hard to get you to notice him, to notice that something was wrong with him, that he was being hurt; you never noticed. It was me and Egypt who noticed; Me, the one that no one ever notices, and Egypt, the one who never says anything. We noticed before anything happened and we tried to tell you."

I was shocked that he loved Iggy... We were brothers... I thought that we told each other everything... I certainly told him everything...

"...See ya later, Hoser," Canada said, spitting in my direction. "And sleep in your own room tonight, he's was shaken up when Papa did what he usually does; imagine how he would be if he woke up to find you in his bed."

I went up to my room wondering what crawled up Canada's ass (but really not wanting to know), and I dug an old looking magazine out of my suitcase. An ancient Shonen Jump from way back in January of 2011, that I'd only kept because I had no interest in any of the new comics. Japan still had these... all the way back to the very first... and he had reprints... reprints of reprints of reprints... it made me drool just thinking about the awesome action...

I flipped the magazine open and started reading, honestly having nothing better to do. A few minutes in there was a knock at the door... a short thing... just three knocks followed by four more.

"It's unlocked, Dude," I said, focused on my magazine.

"Um... America...?" I heard the door open and I looked up from my magazine. It was england, looking at me nervously from behind the door. "Can I sleep in your room tonight...?"

"Sure," I felt like messing with him a little so I said: "if you let me love you for a few minutes," I grinned as I received the desired affect (ie: Iggy's blood draining from his face).

"No Sex..." Iggy said, firmly but so quiet that I could barely hear him.

"Of course not! Did I say make love to you?" I pretended to be mortified. "Honestly, Iggy, I have half a mind to say no and send you back to your room-"

"...I'm sorry, America... I... I just... can't sleep... by myself..." he half-smiled at me, "If you don't want me to... I can go... Maybe... sleep with the kids... or Matthew..."

Panicking, I said, "No, no, it's fine!" I grinned, trying to hide the fact that I didn't want Iggy to leave me. "I mean, it's only fair, since you let me sleep in your bed all the time when I was younger."

England smiled softly, "Okay... if you're okay with me being here..."

"...well, I guess that I should go and get something to eat... seeing as I won't be able to leave while you're asleep..." England was notorious for being a VERY light sleeper and NOT a morning person. I crooked him a half-smile and said, "Do you want something?" Translation: 'what should I get you that you'll actually eat?'

"Em... I don't really want anything..." Translation: 'there's nothing that you'll get me that I'll eat.'

"I'll just get you some fruit or something..." Translation: 'you WILL eat the thing that I bring back for you.'

"Maybe..." Translation: 'No.'

"Well... um... make yourself at home, I guess... I'll be back in a little bit..."

"...alright..."

I had the strangest feeling that Iggy wanted me to stay... but I quickly shook off the feeling, walking out the door and trying to decide where to go.

A/N~ Hey, people; update for Until I Changed. I FINALLY BEAT MY EPIC BRICK WALL! The next update will be a little dreamscape for you guys... inside of Iggy's mind. Iggy thinks back on his memories of America and hates on himself... poor iggy.