Really slow updates for this story, I was trying to gather some 'feels energy' so that I could project it on the story. ((famous amongst friends for the lack of emotions))

Thank you to Dawnshine and SunshineProject for your reviews! Erm, I suppose I succeeded a bit in making someone cry...? Sorry, lack of normal responses as well ((excuses))

It was dark when Alfred first opened his eyes again. He moved, and heard a sound of water rippling below him. It seems that he was in the hospital no more, he wasn't that dense. This seemed to be another world from his own one, as he was quite sure that there was no place on Earth that was dark and never-ending, and anyone could walk on waters.

'This is weird. I've never encountered such before. The white light, it must have brought me here. Was it Arthur's magic?' Alfred wondered to himself, trying to break down the situation.

He continued to stride forward, in the endless dimension. How would he get out of here? Surely, he won't be staying here forever, will he? The reason Arthur had kept such a spell puzzled him. He knew about the magic, but he wasn't rather sure to believe him fully.

As he continued to walk on, the darkness soon turned into a field of grass and flowers. It seemed to be the same field where Arthur had found the young American. In front of his sight, a familiar silhouette in the distance greeted him. Alfred ran with all his might towards it, all the while shouting in process.

"ARTHUR!"

The shadow turned around, revealing Arthur's face, but no longer without sadness. Alfred beamed at him as he reached him, panting as he gripped his shoulders, afraid that Arthur would disappear anytime. Arthur looked at him as he smiled apologetically.

"It's England, not Arthur. I'm sorry, I'm not the one you are looking for, Alfred."

"W-What do you mean, I mean, you're kidding, right? You're Arthur, no? You looked Arthur and all..." Alfred's grip on the shoulder tightens, but 'Arthur' seemed to not be affected by it.

"I amEngland, but I am not Arthur. The one you are looking for, boy, is Arthur."

"I don't understand! Isn't England, Arthur?" He couldn't process any of this. This Arthur-look-a-like is telling him he isn't himself. Isn't Arthur the personification of England, the representative of United Kingdom of Northern Ireland and Great Britain? This is confusing him greatly.

"I'm the land," England started, seeing confusion written all over Alfred's face. "I'm just a land in a person's body. Arthur is the one who raised you up. He's the one who controls his emotions, the heart in this body," He proceeds to point to the area of his heart. "It only belongs to Arthur, not me."

Seemingly to digest a bit of the information, Alfred finally blinked his widen eyes, nodding slowly. After a moment of passing lots of emotions on his face, he finally settled with a look of determination.

"Then, Ar- No, England, how do I get Arthur back."

England seemed to think seriously a while, as his gears began to turn, before Alfred thought he saw a ghost of a smile floated across his features.

"It is only up to himself to choose." Alfred was about to protest before England cut him off. "But there is a way, to make him want to return."

"Tell me! Everything!" His words were almost speeding out from his mouth, and would probably get a speeding ticket if there was a word police.

England was about to begin when he opened his mouth, but everything seemed to impossibly dim even further, making the man to frown and mumbled. His words were almost a whisper to Alfred's ears.

"He doesn't want to..."

Instead of a bright light consuming him, this time, an abyss of darkness edged around Alfred's body, bringing him back to the hospital. He woke up with his head jerking up from the bed, as he heard the constant beeping of Arthur's heartbeat sped up.

A nurse rushed in first, slamming the emergency button as fast as possible. The doctors came next, potentially pushing Alfred out of the way to save the persona. The next few moments, Alfred blanked out, being pulled away by both his brother and Francis. He can vaguely remember his hands reaching out for Arthur before the room doors slammed in his face.

"Alfred! Leave the doctors to thiz." A voice with a French accent that he could vaguely remember dragged him back to reality.

"He- He won't die, right? Right? Please tell me that..."

Both french-speaking nations could only lower their gazes, not sure the answer to that as well. The opening of the patient room's door helped them out in their silence.

"Family of Arthur Kirkland?"

"Yes!" All three of them spoke together at once, and the doctor gave a questioning look before continuing his sentence after a clearing of throat.

"He is awake and you can visit him. Please be sure to give him enough rest as well, it is best to not agitate the patient in anyway." The doctor gave another glance at Alfred before he went his way.

He was awake! Arthur decided to come back after all! Alfred rushed into the room, careful enough to not make any loud noise as to surprise the patient. He quickly ran to his bedside and kneeled down to his eye level.

"Alfred." This mere word stopped Alfred in his track. No, this was not Arthur. This was the England he had met earlier, and so said the instinct in his brain.

"England?" Matthew and Francis puzzled at the formal calling from Alfred, as they tend to call each other's human names when they are having their personal times and not in business.

"Yes, it's me." Now they had puzzled more, somehow this Arthur was different, but they couldn't pinpoint where the difference was. It seems that Alfred had grasp the situation completely though.

Alfred lowered his head in disappointment; he had thought maybe Arthur would give him a chance to be... the hero to save him. Suddenly, he had an idea what to do convince Arthur to return to the conscious again. He stood up quickly, waving a goodbye to England and left the room, leaving the French duo to wonder their minds out. Before that, he looked him straight in the eye.

"Arthur... I'll be your hero, okay? So please let me make it all up for you."

Somewhere deep inside England's body, warmth bloomed slightly in the harsh cold.