AN: Whoo... Drama! Love me some drama! Please review!
England raced through the streets of London not caring who he ran into along the way. Sherlock and John tried to keep up with the nation but fell behind as they couldn't run as fast.
He skidded to a stop as he reached the doors of the hospital. He rushed inside and didn't stop again until he reached Alfred's room. He threw the door open only to be met with those red eyes.
"What's up homie?" New World asked, his voice taking on a scary imitation of America's voice.
Over the new nation's shoulder however, Arthur could still America, lying motionless on his hospital bed. He was pale though, paler than he should have been. And skinny too. He hadn't been that stick thin since the great depression.
"Stay away from him," England growled, his hands balling into fists.
"Really?" New World asked, looking the other nation over. "You honestly think you can fight me? I've already absorbed most of America. With his strength already combined with most of mine, you are a bug under my boot."
"I'll do whatever it takes to make sure that he stays safe," Arthur retorted, his anger bubbling to the surface over the fear he felt at seeing the new nation once again. "Alfred is my brother. I'll protect him no matter the cost."
New World blinked and suddenly England doubled over in pain. He coughed and blood trickled out of his mouth. Peter watched as the older nation slowly died. Germany's power did have its fantastic advantages. "After I take you two all I have left to take is Japan, China, and Russia. Then I'll control the major countries of world."
"You called?" a voice asked from the doorway. New World and England looked up to see a tall man with violet eyes standing in the doorway.
"Russia," England whispered right before he passed out.