AN: Sorry this chapter is so short but enjoy! And please review!

Squeezing Alfred's hand England quietly said, "You really need to take better care of yourself, America." He sighed, trying to keep calm. He just wanted to just bend over and embrace the younger nation, but the glass protruding from America's side kept him from doing so. "It'll be okay." He mumbled, trying to smile. "Just hold on, okay?"

America was hoisted out of the ambulance and onto a stretcher as he was wheeled into the emergency room. England quickly followed behind the surgeons, but only for a bit as they wouldn't let him in the surgery room.

"I'm sorry, sir." The doctor paused, "But you need to remain out here. We will come get you when we are done." Closing the door behind him, the doctor left Arthur standing alone in the hallway.

Sighing, England paced a few moments, running a hand through his golden blond hair. "Bloody hell, America." His voice choked at the end. "Please…please be alright." He sat down on a bench, staring at the surgery door…hoping…praying.