Next chapter finally! I'm sorry it took so long. I'll try to be faster next time.

I don't own Hetalia. Disastrous things would happen if I did.

Oh shit. Why this? Why did he have to show up now?

The colour drained from my face, as England wheeled himself towards me, the others' gazes following him. My shoulder throbbed painfully.

"You honestly thought you could get away without telling me this? Any of this? Not that I should know that someone could be potentially out to kill me? Or that you were attacked because of this bloody investigation? No, I wouldn't think I should know any of this. What were you thinking? Are you some bloody idiot or something? Who's flipping idea was this? How could you even think I wouldn't 'flip', as you put it? You are the most-"

"We didn't tell you because we knew you'd do this!"

My voice had never gotten that loud. Ever. England stared incredulously at me. I felt my cheeks redden, and my gaze fell to my knees. I'd forgotten that I wasn't wearing my glasses. It wasn't like I was absolutely blind without them, it was just a little blurry.

"Everyone out. Now." England sounded pissed. My hands shook as I watched them leave. I could tell Prussia was watching me.

America closed the door behind him.

"Canada."

"I don't want to talk to you."

"Canada, look at me."

"It would help if I could see you."

I shut my eyes, the lack of focus was giving me a headache. I felt England slide my glasses gently onto the bridge of my nose.

"Better? Now will you look at me?"

"Arthur, please don't snap at me. I was trying to help you. I knew you were going to get mad, so I didn't tell you. I did this because it was too suspicious to overlook. I couldn't let it go."

"Canada, don't put yourself in danger for me. When I found out you were here, well..."

"I don't care. You helped raise me, I'm going to keep you from getting hurt. It doesn't matter, because it's a moral obligation for me to take care of you."

England took my hand in his, playing gently with my fingers.

"You are the most illogical, careless, insane... but sensitive younger brother I've had. Thank you... so much."

I smiled gingerly, and we sat in silence, listening to our breathing, until we heard a soft knock on the door. A nurse, with raven black hair tip toed in, and spoke softly.

"Mr. Kirkland, I just thought now would be a good time to take you back to your room. Both Mr. Williams and you need your rest. Have a good day, Mr. Williams."

England smiled at me, and said softly. "Will you be alright, Matthew?"

I nodded, and smiled back at him. I hadn't realized how tired I was. The nurse wheeled England out of the room, and laid down as the door closed behind them. My eyes shut, and I heard someone take a seat next to me. They began to run their hand through my hair, and this simple action lulled me to sleep.

The sun glowed off the white walls of the hospital, Prussia sleeping in the chair next to me. A nurse was writing on the clipboard that had hung from the end of my bed.

"Good morning Mr. Williams. You're being discharged at noon. Have a good day."

She left, her shoes making a shuffling sound on the floor. I shook Prussia awake. His hand smacked mine away, and he woke.

"Morning, Canada, how are you this fine morning?"

"Finally getting out. Otherwise, my shoulder and nose hurt like hell, thank you for asking."

We laughed. It was nice to finally feel relaxed. Prussia climbed on top of me, straddling my stomach, hands on my chest. "Well, can I, kiss it better?"

My cheeks flushed as I pushed him off. "Prussia, you're hurting me!"

He sat next to me, and stared down. "This really will be difficult, won't it? The next little while. Oh well, it'll be awesome, because I'll help you out."

"Thanks." I avoided eye contact. This was going to be awkward.

A knock on the door. "Canny, it's Am-uh, Alfred. Can I come in?"

"Y-yeah. Come in."

America burst into the room, a shopping bag holding what I could only guess was a change of clothes for me. his big, goofy grin practically giving its own light off. He tossed the bag onto my lap, and sat down on the end of my bed.

"Mornin' bro."

I stared at my knees. "I need to change."

"I'll help." Prussia said, loudly.

"Uh, that's okay, America, you can help, right?" I asked quickly.

"Nope... you have to get over it." America laughed. That evil, sadistic ass.

America left the room. Prussia helped me out of the bed, and quickly started to try undressing me. I stumbled backwards, trying to stop him. He pulled my boxers out of the bag, and tossed them to me.

"You want to put those on yourself first, or something?"

I struggled, managing to get them on. Prussia crept up behind me, and pulled the hospital gown off of me. He knocked my glasses off. I shivered in the cold room, and held my arms over my chest. If I could hide the scar, I was going to try. Prussia took each arm one at a time, pulling each into a sleeve gently. I pulled the shirt together, hiding the scar. Prussia was unfolding a pair of jeans from the bag. I took them from him, and pulled my legs through them. Prussia started to do up the button on my pants when my hand slipped, revealing the scar.

"What the hell?"

I looked away. I muttered quietly.

"What? Repeat please?"

"It's because of the accident. I didn't want anyone to know. It's the reason I nearly died. It was a piece of metal, it drove itself into my chest."

Prussia pulled me into a hug, soft enough to keep from hurting me, but tight to be comforting. "Did you think the awesome me would leave you because of something like that? That's completely unawesome."

I cried. I couldn't help it. I knew there were people who cared about me. "Thanks."

We stood there for a while, just hugging. It was amazing. Maybe things were going to get better from now on. Especially if we could all help England. Things can go back to normal.

"Now, where were we before we got caught up in this? Oh right, going to catch a psychopath. Sounds awesome. Let's go."