"Israel!" America yelled as he finally caught up to the jew. He noticed that Israel had tears in his eyes and sympathetically put an arm around his ally.

"See why I didn't want to go?" said Israel.

America nodded, "you cant stay shut in forever, Israel. It's not healthy, you need to get out and meet other countries besides me."

"But I don't want to know any countries besides you!" said Israel. America smiled.

"I know, but being a shut in isn't good for a country. If I was a shut in would I be a hero? No! And its when I was a shut in that WWII started, and that didn't do me any good. Switzerland's a shut in and look at him, paranoid with no friends!"

"He has his sister," said Israel, "and at least the German Bastard didn't murder any of his family members!"

"Israel…" America said with a sad look.

"He shot her, America!" yelled Israel, tears beginning to form again.

"You don't know…"

"Yes I do! He told me! After the war was over he specifically told me "I shot your mother." No emotion or anything! I have a right to…"

"Hating him wont bring her back, Israel," said America. Israel frowned and looked down as tears began to fall.

"I know," said the jew. America hugged his ally as he began to cry. America was the only one Israel trusted, the only country he could rely on. It had been that way ever since he had saved Israel.

Flashback

Israel sat in the cold dark basement with his eyes closed, shivering. He was very cold and sick from having not been fed properly. Germany very rarly went downstairs to see the jew and though while he did he usually brought food and water, it was only enough to keep the jew alive.

Israel wanted to cough and sneeze but he held it in, having learned by now not to speak. But suddenly there was the sound of the door opening. Israel began to stand, thinking it was Germany, but then he heard an argument coming from upstairs.

"Kolkolkol, what do you suppose he's hiding down there?"

"It cant be worse then what we found the other day."

"I'm not going in."

"I will, I'm the hero. You three go search the rest of the house."

"Alright, good luck America."

Israel ducked behind a box and held his breath. Germany had said that if anybody but him entered the basement he was to hide because they would kill him if they found him. The jew prayed not to be found. He heard footsteps and then a young voice called out "Hello? Anyone down here? You can come out, I wont hurt you!"

Israel peeked around the box. In the dark he could make out a tall strong figure with blue eyes. The person looked and saw Israel, who ducked behind the box again.

"Hey! It's okay! I'm here to free you! Germany's lost! You don't have to be afraid," said the man running over to the box Israel hid behind. Israel peeked out. Could he be serious? The war over? He didn't have to hide anymore?

Israel looked up at the man who he could see more clearly now. The man wore a jacket with a star on it and glasses and smiled down at the jew. He held out his hand and Israel took it.

"I'm America," said the man.

Israel suddenly hugged America and began to cry.

"Thank you," he said. America smiled and hugged him back. Then carried the jew out of the basement. It had been so long since the jew had seen daylight that he was barly able to keep his eyes open as the other allies ran over to him and America asking who the kid was.

From then on, America looked after the jew. He became his ally and best friend.