Surprisingly…keeping France quiet was easy, as long as he was allowed to cook for America- since England's food was…well I think we all know ;D- anyways, France was willing to help out. But he was going to break the news to Canada and would, whether the two other countries wanted him to or not, America's brother did have a right to know after all.

So France was gone within the hour, surprising both England and America at his quick departure, but I'm sure if they had known what he was going to do…he wouldn't have been able to leave the house. So, without the other countries knowing of his plan, France left them in peace, trying to catch the soonest flight to Canada. No need to call, he always did like to surprise the quieter country, and what better way to make his announcement then with a dramatic entrance?

It was during the few hours Francis was away that Arthur practically smothered Alfred, not letting him do anything, checking on him every ten minutes, making sure he was absolutely comfortable. It was seriously getting on America's nerves…seriously! Like, he could handle himself! He didn't need England to be all smothering and over protective and crap! He had survived Ru-, Alfred shuddered, not even able to think of the name that had caused him all this trouble…and pain.

Finally, Alfred snapped, "Dude! You're not my mom! I need some space, jeesh..." America's sudden outburst startled England, who quickly retaliated, "You bloody git! Stop being so goddamn stupid! Your body's been through a lot and it needs its rest, I'll go make you some tea." The subject changed so rapidly that it left America dizzy, or was that just because he hadn't eaten in a while? He couldn't tell and had to close his eyes for a little while…just…a…little…while…

"HOLY MAPLE!"

With a start America's eyes snapped open, the room was filled with light, an angry brit, a Frenchie eyeing up his brother…HIS BROTHER. "M-Mathew…what are you doing here…bro?" Alfred tried to play off with one of his signature smiles, "D-don't fool around with me Alfred, w-what happened to y-you?" Oh the question itself was simple enough, but the answer? I think not.

Canada watched as his brother's face suddenly became blank, all the emotions closed off from his blue eyes. "I don't want to talk about it." The way it was said sent a shock wave through the room; America's voice was dark, filled with no emotion what-so-ever, and said in such a way that it held no room for questioning. This was new; perhaps America wasn't as back to normal as Arthur had first thought…

So for the next few days everyone was smothering America, France and Canada cooking all his meals-they refused to give him Mickey D's much to his annoyance- and England fussing over every little thing he did. Sure his body was still all achy everywhere and he still looked like crap, but was it too much to ask for thirty minutes to himself? How about some space to frickin breathe? Goddamn…

This continued for the next two weeks until Alfred was better and declared that he was going home…well, until England and Canada-his own brother- ganged up on him and told him it wasn't safe. Sure, it probably wasn't and crap, but he was sick and tired of being babied around! It had to stop, and he told them so, that if it didn't stop he would leave whether they wanted him to or not.

They made a compromise…America would have to take it easy and stay and they would give him space and not smother him as much. Oh yeah, and he was allowed to have Mc. Donald's. Couldn't forget his greasy, meaty, delicious burgers of heaven now could we?

Then, much to Alfred's despair, Canada had to go back to his home, France had already left a week before…not being able to handle the irate brit anymore. So Mathew left, leaving America slightly depressed, and Arthur hadn't been to comforting these last few weeks so it was surprising when he sat down beside Alfred on the couch. "You ok?" England's voice was soft, softer than usual, and when America looked into his eyes he started, they were a soft melted green, not the usual hard firm green color they usually were. They were soft and filled with kindness, compassion, and so many other unknown emotions, it caused a lump to form in Alfred's throat, to which he looked away and buried his face in his hands.

It reminded America of how Arthur had been towards him before the Revolutionary War, before he had decided he wanted to become his own colony…before Iggy had started hating him. It caused a slow ach in his chest, which caused him to groan involuntarily from the ache, even though it was quiet, England seemed to have heard it because he started rubbing Alfred's back soothingly. "You need your rest…" Arthur's voice trailed off as Alfred leaned against his shoulder; he started to run his fingers through America's dusty blonde hair.

America hummed in contentment as Iggy continued to play with his hair; it slowly lulled him into a deep peaceful slumber-something he hadn't had in many nights. England continued run his fingers through the dusty blonde hair, though he never touched Nantucket, he found himself eventually drifting off as well to Alfred heavy breathing. Not able to stay awake any longer, Arthur fell asleep snuggling-unknowingly- closer to Alfred on the couch…

Wow…This Chapter was rushed...and I wrote it differently. But I put some Fluffeh-ness in it!

*snickers* I'm just randomly bringing in characters here! So, dun hate on me! ('^-^)

Do you like it? Because I'm not sure how I think about this one…it seems slightly confusing… O.o