AN: Ahahaha I love Russia. Reviews make us write more! So please give us some!
The man slowly sauntered into the room, that psychopathic grin spread wide across his face. "You called, da?" He kneeled down to make sure that England was still alive but never broke eye contact with the new nation.
New World stared at the man momentarily as he quickly cut off his link to America. "What are you doing in London?" he scoffed, sinking a hand into his pocket.
"Oh you know," Russia smiled. "It's not every day so many Nations go missing and end up in London. I thought I'd join the party."
New World raised a single eye brow in annoyance as he slowly began to walk towards the window. Russia gave England a hard shake and the nation woke up. Sitting up he looked around and saw Peter near the window.
"Don't even think about it!" Arthur yelled, jumping up and rushing forward. But New World was much younger and quicker as he busted through the glass, diving five stories bellow. England popped his head out the window, looking bellow to see just an empty pavement. "How the bloody hell did he survive that?"
"Don't worry." Russia only grinned as he walked towards America's bed. "He will not go far." Sitting down next to the American, he raised his hands as he began to chant.
"Woa, what are you doing?" England quickly rushed in, pulling Russia's hands away from the American. He knew the two didn't have a very good relationship, and although he didn't think Ivan would kill Alfred, he didn't necessarily trust him either.
"I understand your concern, Arthur. But right now, all of the nations are in trouble." Pushing the man away, Russia placed his hand on the American's forehead. He then quickly broke out into a chant.
England couldn't believe his eyes as he watched Russia in shock. America's body was starting to glow as the stitching and wounds suddenly began to heal and disappear until his body looked brand new and youthful.
Ivan smiled as he pulled his hand away, sighing with relief. "He will be okay," the taller nation told him.
"Why didn't you bloody tell me you were Jesus!?" England quickly stood up, pointing drastically at the Russian.
"I am not." Ivan smiled. "My magic is simply better than yours."
"Why don't you use that more often then?" England belted out, ignoring the obvious insult. "You could have helped so many people!"
"Well for one," Russia commented, "It only works on nations, and two I can only do it once a year. I only have so many resources you know. Think about it almost as if my government bailed out America's government from country ceasing bankruptcy."
"Oh," England paused, still in disbelief. Shaking his head, he quickly ran to America's bedside, grabbing the nation by the shoulder. "America! Alfred, wake up!"
The young nation's eyes slowly began to flicker as he began to yawn. "Five more minutes, yo." He rolled over onto his side, hugging the pillow.
"Bloody hell, America!" Arthur yelled. "Are you actually healed?"
The young nation rolled onto his back, rubbing his eyes. "What are you yelling for?" He opened his eyes, looking around him. "Dude, am I in a hospital?" Sitting up, he looked at his arms filled with IV's. "What the hell happened, yo?"