Hey everybody! I'm so glad for all the reviews I'm getting for my story! I hope you all are enjoying the story so far! And, I'm pretty sure this is going to turn out to be a 4 or 5 chapter long fanfic...but we'll see. Anyways, I do not own Hetalia or it's characters. So, please enjoy! :)

Narrator:

It was around now a week or so since America was in the hospital, and around four days ago since America and Britain started going out, yes going out! But that was least of America's worries. Since he's been in bed for a week, his legs felt heavy and were starting to fall asleep. The problem was, he couldn't do anything about it.

Since he was 'blind' he couldn't get up without help. As long as he stands for a few minutes to get the blood running, he would fine. Britain on the other hand was worried about America. How was he dealing with the injury?

Was his eyes hurting, itching? When exactly does these bandages come off? Alfred's small scars already seemed to go away. It only seemed like there was only the bandages over his eyes, his beautiful blue-green eyes. A small blush covered his face as he stared at him. He's so darn cute. he thought happily.

The doctor came in then, smiling, "Good morning, Alfred. How are you doing today?" It was a girl today, apparently the guy had off.

Alfred tensed up, not knowing the voice. Arthur sighed, grinning, as he leaned forward and grabbed Alfred's hand, "It's alright Alfred. It's just one of the nurses." he explained kindly.

The American loosened up and smiled, "Oh...I see." he stated, then looking to the nurse. "I'm fine, but when can I stand up? My legs feel like they are going to fall asleep."

The nurse smiled, "Well, do you want to get up now?" she asked kindly. America smiled and nodded excitingly. "Alright, let me get someone to help." she said, starting to go out of the room. Alfred's grip tightened, making Britain flinch a little. He knew that Alfred didn't want another stranger.

"Actually ma'am, I'm going to help him." the British man stated, not really giving another choice. The nurse looked to him, surprised, and thought about it for a while.

Seconds later, she smiled, "Alright, I think that can work. We still need someone in here, just in case." she explained, quickly leaving the room to get someone. A minute or two later, another guy nurse came in.

"Hello." he smiled as he entered. "Do you know what you're doing?" he then asked.

"Why, bloody hell I do." Arthur exclaimed confidentially.

His eyes widened and his hands shot up offensively, "O-okay." he stuttered.

Britain looked over to Alfred and smiled, "Are you ready?"

America smiled and sat up, taking the covers off of him. He rotated his feet slowly to the floor and slid them in the slippers that were there. Alfred grabbed Britain's hand and the side of the bed, pushing himself up. His legs ached and he quickly grabbed Britain's shoulders, feeling like he would fall. "Are you alright?" Arthur asked, worried.

The American looked to him and smiled, "I'm fine. I just felt like I was going to fall."

"Alright." a deep blush covered the British man's face up to his ears. He was glad that the bandages covered Alfred's eyes, because his blue eyes...were so, cute and beautiful. He would probably blush a lot more...and Alfred would see it...Not like it would matter...Right?

"Could I try walking?" Alfred then asked. Britain looked to the guy nurse who thought about it. After ten seconds (it seemed) he nodded.

"You may." Britain smiled, but then it went neutral. He was responsible for anything that would happen right now. He had to make sure America, his America, would not get hurt anymore. Britain wanted to be his shield. He never wanted to let go of the small growing country, but he had to one day...He just had to. But he still wanted to grip on him when America left to be independent.

America nodded, and slowly took a step, while Britain stepped back as well. America then moved his other leg and smiled. "I'm walking!" he exclaimed happily. Arthur smiled, but froze when Alfred embraced him.

"Wha-what is it?" Britain asked, his face covered in red.

"It's nothing..." he said, tightening his hug, "I'm just so glad you are here."

Arthur smiled, and blush covered his whole face, "I'm...glad I'm here too." he stuttered, and it was true. Thanks to this small accident, he, the United Kingdom, is now going out with the United States of America. He was there for each step, in the past and now in the present. After a few seconds, a small cough sound came from the nurse. "The bloody hell, Alfred, you can let go!"

A small smile formed on the American as his arms tightened around Britain, making the Britain cringe a little. "Seems like you never change." Alfred smirked.

"Alfred...You have to sit down." Arthur told him, slowly leading him to the bed. The hold on his shoulders tightened a little more out of surprise. "W-what is it?" Britain asked, looking up to him.

"You surprised me."

"Oh, sorry." Alfred stepped back and the two moved to the bed. The bed stopped Alfred from going back anymore, but he was able to then flop down on the bed.

"There we go, now." Arthur smiled, looked to the inpatient looking doctor. "The bloody hell, you can go now." he shooed the doctor out. Arthur furiously closed the door after he was out and turned to the bed.

Alfred looked towards the sound of the door and tilted his head slightly. "Everything okay?" he asked worried.

Arthur looked away, blushing slightly "I'm quiet fine."

"Hmp." Alfred gave out a laugh, "Right." his normal smile appeared.

"Bastard, I said I'm alright, so I'm alright!"

Alfred sighed in agreement, "If ya say so Artie." A slick smile formed on the American's face, knowing the next reaction.

"I told you a thousand times, do not call me Artie!" Arthur stormed, anger strong on his face.

Alfred's smirk turned upside down to a pout, "But you luv it so much!" Arthur flinched, but somehow calmed down. His once angry face was kind once more as his lips slowly turned up for a small smile.

"You slick bastard." he smiled, sitting down next to Alfred. He then sighed, leaning in and putting his head on Alfred's shoulder.

"Long day?" Alfred asked.

"Hm..." Arthur answered.

"I see. How's your work going along?"

"Eh...I'll get to it."

Alfred smiled, knowing Arthur was taking time out of his schedule to be there for him. He reached down to lightly kiss Arthur's forehead.

The smaller nation looked up to him lovingly, "Is that all I get?" He teased.

Alfred laughed, "Of course not." The two met in a small, but loving kiss.