England POV:
I walked over to the injured nation and decided to get all of the answers I needed.
"Listen, America, lad, I want answers as to why you wanted to die so badly."
"Well, let's see…" He was hoisted onto my shoulder with his good arm. "… I hate my life, everyone hates me, and I have no use in this cruel world."
"T-That's not true…" I stuttered.
"Yes it is. If you're so sure then prove it."
"You were the first one on the moon!"
"Oh yay, Russia was the first one IN space, Japan wouldn't have been bombed, there would be no Cold War, and you would have more land."
"Y-Yes, but-"
'No buts, I am just a weak nation who nobody cares about."
"You are anything but weak!"
"Who needed to be saved? Who is on someone else's shoulder being practically dragged along? Whose country is in ruins?"
"New York is fine…"
"No it's not, New York was my hope, my faith. Now I am seeing the cold hard truth. America was never meant to exist, it should be a British territory. Not some weak country everyone despises."
"We don't despise you Alfred, sure we dislike America at times; not Alfred. Why do you think we are here? If we hated you, we would all be at another world meeting, ignoring your dangerous situation. Now I am staining my uniform to help you."
"You only came so you had someone to insult at stupid ideas."
"What's your GPA?" He mumbled his answer so I asked him again.
"Well?"
"198…"
"That's a genius level! Why don't you present ideas with that?"
"Stage fright… I have come to every meeting with a well prepared speech, but I am too scared to say anything else… It usually comes out as heroes and Global Warming, so I decided to keep it that way so nobody would get hurt because of me…" We reached the outside and saw what was left of the Twin Towers again. Oliver and Alfred tensed as we walked over to the rubble more, obviously remembering things that happened. Wait, if Allen and Alfred share some pain… Does that mean they had double the amount of pain when it happened? If so then he was in much greater pain than the rest of us anticipated, and we just stared at him until we knew it wasn't a joke. What great family and friends we are… That made me think while we were heading to the portal. Why him? Why not a different country?
"We knew that he would be perfect because he wanted to die." Oliver said, slowing to my pace with a limp Alfred on my shoulder. Crap. I forgot that we shared thoughts sometimes…
"How did you know?"
"Al would come home and take anti-depressants, he would have random scars show up that were faint, and he always said that his 1p was depressed and wanted to die. Of course, at the time I thought it was a cover-up until I noticed that the scars would never show up raw, and he wore short sleeves. In fact he lost quite a bit of weight too."
"Ah, well I wanted to say good luck for what will be instore." America shifted in my grasp and weakly looked up, we were approaching the portal, and it had yet to open.
"Where's the portal?" He asked me and Oliver.
"I have no clue… It should be here…" He trailed off and looked around the rubble. He was mumbling something about cheap programming and re-wiring.
"Iggy, can you set me down so we can stretch?"
"Sure." I gently set him on the ground and cracked my now aching back. We knew that the portal issue was going to be a problem in the future, for now we were going to sleep the night, the skies were a blood-red and most of the nations were sleeping, including America. France and I inspected the other nation; trying to treat his wounds. He was still bleeding from where he lost his arm.