Okaay! Here's the next chapter. "Surprise!". Erm. So! You get to find out who the person asking Iggy whats wrong is!.
I'm using Human names in this chappie because they are out in the open, Mkay? XD
"W-What do you mean whats wrong?" England asked.
"Well, you're kneeling on the floor and sobbing" The boy laughed. England wiped his eyes, the boy had reddish-brown hair, amber eyes- he didn't know how he knew that since they were always shut, and a blue uniform.
"What are you doing here, Italy" England asked the country.
"Vee~ I was dreaming about pasta and wanted some, but I woke up and saw you there. Oh! I forgot, I was going to ask doitsu for pasta, Bye!" Italy said, limping off trying to find Germany. England sighed, Even though Italy could be slightly annoying at times, He certainly brightened peoples moods. England stood up and looked around the room. The other countries were still asleep. and maybe being attacked, Thats when he remembered about Canada. He raced out of the door,well, dragged himself,
through the hallway and out into the streets, well, he nearly had gone out to the streets. But he ended up tripping over somthing.
"Ame- Alfred?" England said. America was propped up against the doorway.
"A-Arthur?" America said. "I thought you were mad at me.." he said.
"Oh, I AM mad at you Alfred. But no matter how annoyed I am, you are still MY Brother, even if i'm not yours" England said, looking down to the dirty ground.
"Arthur. Just because now I'm a hero, and I'm independant now, Doesn't mean I don't like you! I don't hate you but honestly, Is shouting really a way you treat heroes, old man?" America said, with a faint grin on his face.
"I'm not Old. You're not a hero, stay there i'm going to get Matthew" England said, standing up and walking away. He could hear the faint calls of "wait, Arthur!" or "Hold on!" but he just walked. Not wanting to be embarrased and cry over spilt milk. Of course, America was just spilt milk, to him. Always keeping the milk in the fridge, wanting to save every last peice of it. But when its empty, there is nothing you can do. And if you spill the milk, if you drop it or knock it over, or maybe don't pay attention to the date, the milk would be lost and you would have to throw it away and forget about it, no matter how much you love the brand. Thats what he had to do with America, He didn't pay attention to America enough. He should have stayed at America's for longer, or maybe had America live with him? Though America was still fast at growing. But the thing was, He didn't want to let America go, so he kept the milk in the fridge, even though it was way past its use by date.
"Wait up!" He called over to England, who was far in the distance now. He sighed. America hoped his brother would be okay. He waited for them to come back, slouched up at the entrance to the building, His body ached-which could only mean one thing- his country was being attacked again. Of course, as the hero, he should be able to do anything to stop it. But after all.. it was Iggy's idea he thought. America ried to pull himself up when he saw someone running to the building.
"A-Alfred!" The voice called. it was England.
"Oh.. Arthur, hows Mattie?" America said, forcing a smile onto his face before the pain of being attacked made an expression on his face.
"Hang on" he said. England ran into the hospital to put Canada on a bed, when He came out he lifted America in a bridal position and laid him down on the opposite bed.
"Um-" America said, England shot him an evil glance. "Wait-" he started. England looked at him again. He heard them talking, well, England and Canada anyway.
"Are you ok, Canada?" England said. The boy nodded slightly. America sighed and burried himself in the scratchy pillow. He thought about why England was mad at him, then he remembered.. "one and only brother" he thought to himself. Wow, that must've made Iggy sad. America sighed, He didn't mean to say it to England like that, he was just annoyed and wanted to heroicly save his bro.
"Eng-" America said, but was cut off by another sharp glance. America looked over at his former brother. England looked slightly more fragile then he usualy does for a titchy person like him. "England listen to me!" America said, Receiving a few sharp glances in the process of it. He heard England sigh.
"What do you want, Git?" England asked.
"Is canada ok?" America said, looking round England to see Canada.
"He's fine, Now go to sleep" England glared at him, his emerald eyes shone through slits. His bright, sparkling emerald eyes, beautiful emerald eyes.. America thought. wait.. WHAT am I thinking? he said to himself, realising what He was saying. He looked to England again, but he had started pulling the curtains round. He'd done Canada and asked the other awake nations if they wanted their curtains drawn. He smiled sweetly and said goodnight to each one.. accept for Belarus because she was freaky. He finally came to America, but no words came out of his mouth. England kept his soft lips pressed together and his thick eyebrows were pointing downwards. Amerlica stared up at England, But he just turned and walked away. America looked down at his sheets, they were all battered and worn out from previous users, washed and cleaned to the best they can be. He listened as Englands footsteps stepped out of the door with a thud.. it didn't sound like footsteps though. America couldn't move an inch, but he had a feeling the thud, was England.
Okay, sorry this took so long xD I had major writers block so I decided to write another story (Restart) whilst trying to recover from writers block! I still have writers block actually, so I would really appreciate it if I had some ideas from the nice little veiwers, da? =D
Well.. Bye for now! hehe.. xD
Since I have writers block, don't expect the next chapter any time soon :/