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Britain:

The cold wind blew past me as I ran. Where was I running to? Well, the hospital because silly America was there. Why was he there? Some accident happened. What happened? I have no idea... But that was the least of my worries. My hand reached for the hospital door as I bolted in. The nurse jumped and looked to me.

"Are you visiting someone?" she kindly asked. I walked to her, a little out of breath.

"Yes...Al-fred..." I barely voiced as I was trying to catch my breath.

She smiled, "I see...please sign in and then go to room 202." I nodded, quickly signing in and fast walked to the elevator. When inside, I quickly pushed the 2 and crossed my arms as I shifted my weight to my right; tapping my left foot. The doors opened and I walked out, looking for a sign to point me to 202. There!

A sign that had 200-250 and an arrow pointing right and 251-299 with an arrow pointing the other way. I turned right, searching for 202, which was the second room to the right and quietly knocked on the closed door. Seconds later, a man, which was one of the nurses, opened the door.

"Come in." he whispered, greeting me inside. "He's still asleep." he told me as I walked to the bed.

"How is he?" I asked, looking to the bed that held an injured, resting America. The doctor seemed to freeze for a second, looking like he was searching for an answer. "Answer me god dammit!" I barked.

The doctor's eyes widened as his pointer finger hit his lips to tell me to be quiet. I crossed my arms, still looking for him to answer. "He...It looks like he's going to not be able to see for a while." I looked down to Alfred's face, his eyes were covered with bandages, and his face had a few scratches here and there.

"I see." I grumbled, sitting down on the cushioned seat near his bed. The doctor nodded and left the room, only to pop his head back in.

"Oh! I forgot! He might want to know why it's dark. Don't tell him today since he's just waking up. And also, try not to freak out. He might not register your voice right away." I look to him and nod to say I understand and he leaves. I sigh, looking back to Alfred and a smile slightly formed, but went neutral as a small grunt came from America. "America?"

Another grunt, showing he was somewhat awake. "America, are you awake?" I ask.

"N...Yeah..." he softly said, yawning afterwards. I smiled, happy to see him okay. "What happened?" he then asked, stretching, "And why is it so dark?"

I somewhat froze before answering, "You just got in a small accident and you -"

"Are in a hospital?" America cut me off.

I gulped, and moved on to the second question. "It's night time." I lied, "and since you were resting, the lights are off."

"What about the window?" Alfred's head moved around, seemingly looking around the lighted room.

"The blinds are closed." I lie, then bit my lip. I hated myself so much. I was lying to America, my Alfred.

"By the way, who are you?" Alfred then wondered, looking towards me.

Just as the doctor said, he didn't register my voice. I opened my mouth to answer. "And where's Arthur?" my eyes widened as I noticed he asked where I was. I felt heat at my cheeks and smiled.

Not minding the heat, I decide to answer. "I'll go get him." I say, since it would be hard to explain I was Arthur. I get up and walk to the door and waited for a while to close the door.

"Arthur?" I walk over and sit down.

"What is it, Alfred?"

"Where are you? It's so dark in here...Why can't we get some lights on?" I wanted to say everything, but I knew I couldn't. I quickly thought of an explanation.

"The doctors believe it will give you a headache, since you just woke up." I fibbed; my stomach turned ever so slightly. His arm then started to search for me, patting around on the bed and then around the sky. I sigh as a smirk appeared and I moved my chair to the bed.

I took his hand, "Here I am..." I voiced softly. His hand grasped mine as a smile appeared on his face.

"I'm so glad you are here..." he smiled. I smile, the heat returning to my cheeks. We started talking about how life was in Britain and soon it was dark. The sound of small snores was a signal that America was asleep.

The doctor then came in, saying it was past visiting hours. "Doctor, can't I stay here?" I ask, hoping it would be okay. "I want to be with him when he wakes up." I explain before I get his answer. He smiled and nodded, leaving the room and closing the door behind him. I smiled as I lightly put my head against the back of the chair. Before I knew it, I dozed off.

"Arthur..." I barely hear my name as I awake. "Arthur." I open my eyes and straighten my neck. The room was fuzzy, and I blink a couple of times to clear my view. "Arthur." I look over to America. Was he dreaming? Or is he awake? "Arthur..." Alfred's arm moved slowly on the bed, searching for me. I smile slightly as I move my hand towards his. "Arthur!" sorrow in his voice now.

"I'm here." I lowly said, grabbing his hand. He grasped it.

"Arthur." he smiled.

"What is it What's wrong?" I wondered.

"I had a weird dream...And you were in it." he explained, his smile went neutral. He then yawned and moved his hand to his eyes. I quickly grabbed his hand, for I felt it was too early for him to know about his real injury.

He looked to me, "What is it?" he asked, worried.

"I...I had a dream as well..." I stuttered, not knowing if I was fibbing or not. His worried face changed to a kind smile.

"Really? Tell me about it." he smiled, excited to know about it.

"Only if you tell me about yours." I insisted, smiling.

"Alright, alright." he agreed.

"Well, I'll tell you what I remember, okay?" he nodded and I continued, "Well, I remember there was me. I was searching for something, going through halls. But I didn't open any of the doors I passed until there was a door at the end of the hallway...I opened it and then there was light. That's when I woke up." I explained.

"Interesting." America pondered and then smiled. "I guess I have to tell you what I remember for my dream...huh?"

"Yes..."

"Alright...Let's see. We were in a house, you on a couch and I...I don't remember what I was doing...I walked to you and when I went around to your face, you were crying. I tried to call to you, but you just kept crying. I thought the hero would save you, but that's when I awoke..." he said.

I smiled, "Well, I'm not crying...So, I'm fine."

"I know you are because your with the hero!" he smiled in return.

"Yes, I guess so..." I agreed, still smiling. I wished that I could see his blue eyes...and I wished he could see soon. It was getting hard to keep the truth away from him.

Alright...Chapter 1 is done! ^_^ Silly computer thought Arthur was author...Sorry for any confusion before!

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