Disclaimer- you know the drill not mine blah blah blah

Warnings: mentions of suicide, Prucan, and language

England picked up the phone with a growl, "Goddammit Frog! I swear if this is you I will take my sword and shove it up your ass! It's too early for this and frankly I bloody want to kill you! Now stop calling me you fucking-"

"Arthur?"

England froze at the voice, "America? Why the bloody hell are you calling me right now? It bloody better be important because if it's about wanted to put more McDonald's in London I'm hanging up right now because-"

"NO! Don't h-hang up! Oh God please don't go!"

England felt his blood run cold at the desperation he could practically feel in the american's voice. His mood suddenly changed, "Alfred? Alfred what's wrong, love? Are you okay?"

"N-No. N-not okay a-at all..." came the shaky voice on the other line.

England began to panic, "What's wrong? Are you hurt? Is it the economy? I knew you were feeling under-the-weather because of it but is it really that bad?"

A shaky laugh suddenly turned in a hacking cough and England heard a loud crash. Suddenly there was a sob. And another. And another. And suddenly Alfred was full-blown wailing and crying and screaming on the other end so loud that Arthur had to hold it away from his ear.

Arthur was beginning to hyperventilate, "Alfred?" he tried to scream over the american's pain-filled ones, "America what's going on?"

Suddenly Alfred stopped mid-scream and a hoarse voice that was practically a whisper replaced the sobs, "...I-I'm so sorry Arthur...I tried I r-really did...but-but I can't take it anymore...it's hurts" Alfred ended in a whimper, "I-I thought that I could avoid it but I can't...I'm so sorry" Alfred's voice was getting weaker and Arthur had to strain to understand him, "I-I think I did alright..." he sounded tired, "but..."

There was silence and Arthur found that he was getting dizzy from breathing so fast, "...I don't want to die Iggy...I-I want to stay with you...but I can't...I have to go...goodbye..." suddenly there was a clatter and the line went dead.

Arthur's world stopped...the grandfather clock in the corner suddenly began to toll...he could breathe again and scrambled madly for his car keys and bolted out the front door in a panic. In his haste he forgot his jacket but he could care less. In an instant he was speeding down the road towards the airport at a speed that most certainly illegal.

Getting his ticket and running toward's his gate he quickly whipped out his phone and began dialing Matthew's number. He had called Alfred's house and cell about a million times before giving up.

"M'hello?" Arthur, already in his seat (that was fast), pulled the phone away from his ear and blinked a few times befroe responding.

"Prussia? What the hell are you doing with Matthew's phone?"

There was a rustle and a yelp of pain from the Prussian, "Sorry about that, I'm here so what's wro-Gil stop it and go back to sleep." Arthur shivered and shook his head to rid himself of the mental image that was sure to give him nightmares for several days. "It's Alfred he-" Arthur gulped and felt his throat close up. What was he supposed to say? He really hadn't though about it...

"Alfred's in trouble and I can't seem to reach him...he-" Arthur felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, "he was screaming and crying and said he was going to die and oh God-" Arthur covered his mouth with in hand to muffle his quiet sobs. There was a louder rustle now and there was a loud thud in the background and a cry of 'What the fuck Mattie!' and a surprisingly loud screech of 'Get dressed right now Gil!" Arthur had to hold the phone away from his ear at the noise from the usually quiet Canadian. "I'll be right there Arthur-where are you right now?" Arthur tried to compose himself but was failing miserably, "I'm on a private jet on the way to his plantation in Virginia." "Right, that's his favorite house, I'll meet you there." A click and the Canadian was gone.

America had several-no- countless houses in every state but for some reason he love his house in Virginia the best. When asked he said it was for sentimental reasons.

The plane ride was only filled with the tap-tap-bing! of England's phone as he sent texts to as many countries as he could. He just couldn't hear another click of the end of phone call. It sent him into tears.

When he arrived Virginia it was noon and the birds were quiet-everything was. It was as if they were all mimicking the American. Silent as death. No! He couldn't think that way! Alfred could not be dead! Countries couldn't die unless they were dissolved or their nation was destroyed! The only other way was...Arthur suddenly froze at the gate to the Alfred's plantation...suicide.

The englishman tore into Alfred's house in a screaming frenzy, "AMERICA! AMERICA WHERE ARE YOU! AMERICA! ALFRED! AL! ALFRED! ALFRE-" he had reached the American's room.

England felt sick when he saw him lying limp next to his bed. In one hand was the phone...and in the other, a bottle of pills.