AN: Writing this story has been so much fun! I hope ya'll don't think it's too long, I have a huge problem with making stories longer than they could be; but that just means more things are explained in a better way. :) I...I'm not exactly sure what else to say...err...umm...bleh. Just, enjoy, my brain stopped working the moment I woke up today so I can't think of anything awesome.

Enjoy!

Francis and Arthur sat still on the couch as they listened to everyone second the clock made. It'd been 2 hours. Arthur didn't say anything to so he wouldn't upset Francis, and Francis didn't say anything because he didn't know what to say. Then they saw the door burst open, and Alfred limp inside with cuts, bruises, and a twisted ankle.

"Alfred!" Arthur yelled in relief. He saw Alfred was hurt, but at least he was safe.

Alfred acknowledged them, but limped towards the couch and sat down, grieving from the pain of his ankle.

"Goodness what happened to you?" Arthur asked as he came around to Alfred while Francis went to find some kind of emergency kit.

"…I saw Kiku," Alfred said calmly.

"…what?"

"When I ran, I tripped and fell down a cliff. When I got up I was all hurt like this, and Kiku all of a sudden showed up saying he we were in Suicide Forest…" Alfred paused to catch his breath.

"Wait, isn't Suicide Forest in Japan?"

"Well to tell you the truth I was wondering the same thing, I didn't think I fell that far through and ended up all the way in Japan so I was really confused-wait, that's not the point-so we talked and…he made me come to my senses; kind of, at least to come back. I'm sorry I ran away,"

"It's okay, I'm just glad you're alive,"

The word 'alive' reminded Alfred of something else that happened in his conference with Kiku, and made him sad.

"What's wrong?"

"Kiku he…," Alfred began, "he was actually there to die."

There was silence as if Alfred told Arthur that Kiku just died.

"…what? W-where is he now?"

"I…I actually don't know. He told me to come back, and…it didn't seem like the time to disobey him," Alfred didn't actually think about what happened to Kiku. He could be dead right now, or maybe he went back home. But now he felt stupid, his best friend helped him out, and he just walked out on him, "Dammit I'm so stupid! Why did I leave? I should've gone back for him."

"Alfred don't start blaming yourself, even if you tried to reason with him he probably wouldn't have listened, you know him," Arthur lectured.

"But what if he's dead now?"

"Look, you stay here and I'll call him. You know he doesn't make big decisions unless he's thought it over 110%," Arthur went to the other room to call Kiku while Alfred sat there letting his misery drown him.

Francis was upstairs looking for some kind of bandages or at least some peroxide to disinfect Alfred's wounds. He went into Alfred's bathroom without even thinking and opened up the cabinets. There were 5 orange bottles of diet pills empty, and 2 more full. No wonder Alfred looked even smaller. But this wasn't the time to think about that, he needed to find something for Alfred's wounds. He eventually found some peroxide and couldn't find any bandages, so he got some paper towels and came back downstairs. He saw Alfred sitting in the same place looking even more depressed than he did before and Arthur gone.

"Alfred," Francis said sternly. Alfred looked up and saw the peroxide and paper towels.

"I couldn't find any bandages, but these will do to clean you up," Francis sat next to Alfred, taking one of his arms and swiped it with a paper towel with peroxide dabbed on it. Alfred hissed at the stinging of the germs, but held still, "so, what made you decide to come back?"

"Well, I first fell down a cliff—oww!—and then when I came to I saw Kiku and he talked some sense into me. But he was there because he was going to kill himself,"

"What? Is he still there?"

"I don't know, Arthur's calling him right now," Right as Alfred said that Arthur came back in the room.

"Well? Is he okay?"

"…I called him three times. He didn't answer," Arthur answered quietly.

"I have to go back and find him! Ah!" Alfred tried to stand up but the pain from his ankle forced him to sit down.

"You're not going anywhere," Francis said as if he were Alfred's parent.

"Francis, I'll go and see if he's okay. It's only been about 15 minutes since Alfred got here, he could still be contemplating whether he wants to do it or not," Arthur volunteered.

"Okay, I'll stay here and mend Alfred's wounds," Francis agreed.

Arthur ran outside towards the forest down the street while Francis was still making Alfred groan from the pain.

"Oww! Isn't there a less painful way to do this?"

"Well it would be if you kept the proper equipment around. Which you obviously don't,"

"Son a of a! Aah!"

"Stop complaining, I'm almost done…Hahahaha!"

"What's so funny?"

"This conversation can mean so many things!"

"What…hey! Woah! No dude, no," Alfred said moving away from Francis.

"Hahahahahahaha!"

Arthur carefully walks down the hill of forest so he doesn't end up like Alfred. Then suddenly he got caught up in a spider web and fell down into a pond.

There was silence and he waited for a couple moments until he lifted his head from the dirty water. As he got up he stood there listening to the wilderness to see if he could hear anyone around. Then he realized he was still knee deep in the pond so he got out and started walking around while ringing out his shirt.

"Kiku? Kiku!"

Arthur was afraid he made Japan run off, until he heard behind him, "What are you doing here?"

"Aaah!" Arthur screamed, "Jesus Christ you scared me,"

"What are you doing here England?"

"Oh, well…" Even though Arthur did come to talk some sense into Kiku for him not to kill himself, he realized that usually Kiku made more sense than anyone else, and now didn't know what to say to him. Japan just stared at him with his soulless eyes.

"America sent you here didn't he?"

"Er..." Arthur rubbed the back of his head, feeling stupid for an unknown reason. "...y-yeah."

"I no longer want to die, Arthur."

It was blunt, the way Kiku said that. England blinked dumbly. Kiku's face stayed stone-like as he walked over to Arthur, as if examining him.

"It was rather childish of me to think of killing myself. He reminded me."

As if Arthur had awoken from a dream, he was brought back to reality and cleared his throat.

"Yes. Well. Killing yourself isn't the answer to anything," Kiku looked mildly interested, so Arthur continued, "Japan, life is hard. We all know that. But that doesn't mean you need to escape from it...this way. Escapism in general is..." Arthur struggled for the words, but settled, "...really risky. By killing yourself, what happens to those around you? Or your nation?"

Kiku's eyes visibly lightened, "...I was just thinking the same."

With that, England let out a sharp breath. So he didn't sound stupid.

"Look. Why don't we...I don't know, 'hang out'" England winced, "or something, to make you feel better?"

Kiku shook his head, "No. You have more pressing matters to deal with, namely Alfred's wounds. Speaking of, tell him I'll be over tomorrow." England nodded, kinda expecting Japan to turn him down, before remembering something.

"Wait!" He said, as Japan was already to the edge of the thicker part of the forest. Kiku stopped. "How did Alfred and I get here?"

Japan turned his head, and, for a brief second, a smile fluttered over his mouth. He left Arthur alone with a surprised look on his face.