AN: Enjoy! (And please review. I don't really have anything interesting to say at the moment *sadface*.)

That night America and Japan played video games and they eventually went to bed. Japan was sleeping in the guest room when suddenly he heard America yelling in his room. He quickly got up from his bed, grabbed his katana, and rushed to America's room. He opened the door to see that no one was in the room but America not screaming but crying in his sleep. He went over to him to wake him up.

"Alfred, Alfred! Wake up!"

America's sobbing began to lessen and he opened his eyes with tears still streaming down his face.

"Wh-what's going on?" America whimpered.

"I heard you screaming so I ran in. You were having a nightmare."

America began to realize that he was crying and started to wipe away the tears on his face.

"O-oh, yeah," America began to tear up again since he was remembering the dream.

Japan not really knowing what to do seeing his friend tear up again asked, "What was your dream about?"

"I-It's n-nothing," tears started to fall down America's face. Japan felt bad for his friend, but didn't know exactly what to do at the moment (then again, who does know what to do when their friend is sobbing?). He was trying to think of something to say to make him stop crying. America sat up wiping away his tears again.

"I'm sorry," America said, "I don't mean cry to so much in front of you."

"Its fine, it's not healthy to hold in strong emotions," Japan replied. They sat there in silence for a minute or so until America said, "You can go back to bed if you want, I'm fine,"

"Are you sure?" Japan asked.

"Yeah, it's all good,"

"Okay, good night Alfred," Japan said and walked out of the room. As soon as Japan closed the door America took out his journal and started to write in it.

I had another nightmare again. Ever since this whole thing started I'm constantly having nightmares about either myself or people hating me. I had a dream where I was planning out my birthday party and I sent out invitations via Facebook, and everyone said they were coming and were writing on the wall how excited they were for my party (cause I throw some awesome parties). Then the day of no one came, and I was all depressed and stuff. Then I saw the next day I went onto my Facebook and I saw that everyone wrote on my wall insults about how much I suck and they were never going to go to my party and stuff. I started crying on my computer and then Kiku woke me up.

I just had an epiphany. Am I really a…hero? This sounds horrid coming out of my mouth but, what if I'm not the hero? Well actually, what if I'm not the hero anymore? What if I've become this thing that thinks I'm helping everyone when I'm really just wrecking everyone's lives? I'm not really sure what that'd be called, but whatever it is I'm that.

America later woke up around 9:00am with his face on his journal and drool on the page he just wrote on. He lifted his head up and the page he was laying on was stuck to his face until he sat straight up. He walked downstairs in his pajamas to see that Japan was awake on his laptop typing and listening to music in the living room.

"Morning Kiku!"

Japan was startled and took off his headphones, "Good morning Alfred."

"What are you doing up so early? I thought you'd still be asleep cause of the big time difference."

"Not really, I'm kind of tired but I'll manage."

America walked down the rest of the stairs to the couch and sat next to Japan and peaked over at his laptop, "So whacha doin'?"

"I'm just finishing up some work."

"At 9 in the morning? Wow."

"I just don't want to get behind on it, I'm almost done."

"No need to rush bro, I just got up cause you're here, if you weren't I'd be in bed till 1," America chuckled. America looked beside Japan's laptop and saw a box of pocky. Usually by now he'd ask Japan a billion times if he could have some, but he looked uninterested and stared off into space. After about 10 minutes Japan closed his laptop and stood up. The clicking of Japan's laptop broke America's line to his imagination.

"I'm going to make you some breakfast. I was lenient with you last night but you must finish your breakfast today," Japan said and he walked into the kitchen. He had a serious tone to his voice that made America a little intimidated. After a couple minutes he smelled something being cooked and went to the dining room to wait for his meal. Japan came in with a glass of orange juice and a small plate with a scrambled egg on it. He placed it in front of America and went back to the kitchen to get his breakfast. He came back with a bigger plate with some scrambled eggs, orange juice, and two pieces of bacon. When Japan sat down he could see the look on America's face that he looked indifferent at the food and hadn't moved a muscle since he went to get his food. Japan tried to eat his food slower so he'd be there longer to watch America eat his food, then he got an idea.

"Alfred."

"Huh?" Alfred replied.

"I have an idea to get you eating. Every three bites I eat, you eat one bite, okay?"

"I guess…"

After Japan ate three bites of his scrambled eggs, he put his fork down and looked at America. America noticed that he was staring at him and started to feel uncomfortable.

"…why are you staring at me?" America asked.

"I'm waiting for you to eat your bite of food; I already had my three bites. I won't eat anymore until you have yours,"

"Oh," America looked at his scrambled eggs and his appetite shriveled up. I mean they looked well prepared, but he couldn't help it. He picked up his fork and slowly stabbed a piece of egg, and swallowed it whole.

"Good," Japan said. Then he ate his three bites and had a drink of his orange juice. America did the same thing he did last time he ate his last bite. It took about 30 minutes for America to finally finish his scrambled eggs; he only drank half of his orange juice. Japan stood up and gave a small grin to his face, "You finished your breakfast, I'm glad," he stood up and took both his and America's plate to the dishwasher.

"When I'm done washing these dishes, be done with your orange juice," Japan said as he headed to the kitchen to wash the dishes. As he was gone America dumped his orange juice into a house plant's pot. When Japan came back he took America's cup and then came back with it filled up halfway. America was trying to act puzzled on why his cup was refilled.

"Uh dude, why'd you refill my cup?"

"I saw you dump the orange juice in that plant over there, now finish drinking it," Japan said.

America was astonished and then mumbled, "Damn ninja…"

"Alfred just finish it all in one gulp so it's not as intimidating."

America made a big sigh and then quickly grabbed the orange juice and chugged it down and slammed the glass down like it was a shot. Then Japan took America's glass and went to the kitchen to wash it. America could feel his stomach actually had something in it and had the biggest urge to puke it all out.