AN: This chapter is so short... Sorry my loves! But reviews are love!

England watched as America passed out again. Arthur stood up, his chair flying back in his anger. The frustrated nation paced back and forth at the foot of Alfred's bed trying to collect his thoughts.

Someone shot America's plane down. From inside England's boarders. With a missile. And no one told Arthur.

Who the fuck would do something like that? Sure America had his troubles with other nations. Alfred was loud and tended to speak his mind with no verbal filter what so ever. But to attempt to murder the young nation. Well that was something that was unthinkable.

But the scary part was that no one had told Arthur that a missile had been shot within his land.

England glanced at America, who had stirred in his sleep. "I will get to the bottom of this Alfred. I promise. Even if it kills me, I'll make sure you're safe, no matter what."

With that Arthur grabbed his chair and sat back down knowing that he was going to help America every step of the way.