America POV

Other countries came to visit the next day. A few came while I was sleeping, but they stayed for a while after I woke up. Britain stayed with me the whole time, only leaving when he had to.

A week passes, and Britain's driving me home. He insisted, since I was 'likely to lose consciousness at any given time for a few minutes.'

"America?" Britain asks.

"Yeah dude?"

"Do you remember when I called you my hero?" I don't have to look at him to tell he's blushing. I smile widely.


"What were you going to say? You never finished your sentence."

"Uh, I-I don't remember." It's not like I was gonna tell him what I was gonna say. I turn my head so I can look out the window, and hide my small blush.

"You sure? 'I know you won't admit it, but I…'" He waits for me to finish my sentence. He remembered it word for word though.

"I dunno. Thought escaped me." I easily lie.

He sighs. "Alright." He sounds a bit disappointed.

"It's not my fault I don't remember." I say a bit defensively.

"I know."

After a few minutes, we get to the hotel he's staying at (since the meeting was in Spain, so we're all there), and he brings me up to his room to stay with him until he's positive I'll be safe on my own.

I turn the TV and sit down to watch it. I flip through the channels before stopping on something that catches my interest. Britain orders some food then sits next to me.

"What are you watching?" he asks after a minute.

"Not really sure. It's in Spanish."

"That's obvious."

"I think that guy's the bad guy." I tell him, pointing to the TV as the guy comes on. We watch the show for a while before Britain leaves to go pick up the food. I take the time he's gone to go take a shower. It's nicer than taking one at the hospital.

A few minutes later I'm sitting on the bed, which I realize is the only one, in shorts putting new bandages on my leg. I finish and get up to get a bandage for a small gash on my forehead, but Britain's in the doorway, staring at me with his mouth open a bit. I notice he has the food, so everything else becomes an afterthought.

I go up to him, grab some food, and mutter "thanks" before sitting at the small table in the room and start tearing into the food. When I finish, I notice Britain's still looking at me, and he hasn't moved.

I walk up to him and poke his forehead. "Move." He doesn't move after a few minutes of that, so I lightly whack his head with the cast on my left arm. That seems to work.

"W-wanker!" he says, glaring at me and going to the table to eat his food. I smile and get a bandage over the small gash. I go back into the room and hear Britain muttering something under his breath. I throw a pillow at him and he whips around at me. "What?"

"Whatcha doin'?"

"…Eating. What else would I be doing?"

"Mutterin'." I plop down onto the bed, but I wince as I land on my back. I had completely forgotten about the cuts there. I sit up and look over at Britain. "Iggy?" There's a slight whine in my voice.

"What? And I thought I told you not to call me that."

"Could you bandage up my back? I can't reach."

"Your back." His voice is softened. I nod. "Sure." He goes to get some bandages and sits behind me on the bed. He gently puts bandages over my wounds. After a minute or so, he starts shaking a bit.

"You OK dude?"

"I-I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"I-I'm sure America."

"Dude?" I look behind me and Britain has some tears in his eyes. "You all right?"

Out of nowhere, he grabs me in a hug. "Wh-what do you think g-git?"

"What's the matter? Are you drunk?" That's the only time I've seen him break down like this.

"No, why the bloody hell would I be drunk? I just hate seeing you hurt like this. It's terrible. There was so much blood. I thought you were gone." I give him a one-armed hug. He continues his talking. "Don't leave me again. Please don't. I-I-I l-love you." He gently squeezes me.

"I won't leave you. 'Cuz I'm your hero…and I love you too." I softly kiss the top of his head. He lightly blushes, then kisses me. I return his soft kiss until his fingers press onto a cut he hadn't bandaged. I break our gentle kiss, wincing a bit.

"What's the matter?" he asks. "Did I do something?"

"No. Uh, you didn't finish bandaging my back."

"Oh, I'm sorry." He sits behind me and continues to bandage my back. After a minute or so he finishes.

"Thanks man."'

"You're welcome." He gets up and gets the remote, changing the channel to some movie. He goes to change out of his suit.

When he's gone, time seems to slow, and I feel…like I'm…floating, in a way. I see black, then blood. It covers my vision; I can't hear, feel, or see anything but blood. I can faintly taste and smell it. "I-Iggy? I-Iggy?" From what I can hear of my voice, it sounds muffled and weak, unlike a minute ago.

When my vision clears and the blood is finally gone, I see Britain looking at me. He had changed into sweatpants and a tee shirt. I was leaning against some soft pillows.

"Are you OK? You zoned out again." he asks.

"Yeah. I'm fine dude."

"OK." He takes my hand and leans back into my chest. We watch the movie, but he falls asleep about halfway through. I start to reach over for the remote, but Britain holds my hand tighter. I smile at him and softly kiss the top of his head again before I fall asleep a few minutes later, holding his hand while he rests against my chest.