Wake up! Alfred!

Chapter 7

While Germany rambled on about things he didn't understand, Alfred struggled to stay awake. It's not that he was bored or anything, it's just he'd basically stayed up the whole night before too excited to sleep. Yawning widely Alfred rubbed his eyes, unaware of the curious and suspicious looks the other countries shot at him.

Luckily for the American, Germany hadn't noticed the boy's lack of attention. Probably because Italy had promptly passed out seconds into the meeting, and was currently snoring loudly. Romano rolled his eyes with annoyance, but there was no way he'd wake up Italy. Help the potato bastard? No way.

"Next we have the situation dealing Vith (with) Amer-!"

Alfred woke up a bit at this, lifting his head from where it had been resting on his hand to give the German a startled but curious look. He was on the list of things to discuss at the meeting?

"What situation?"

Everyone seemed to freeze at the question, only making the boy even more curious. What was going on? But no one met his gaze; even France looked away when Alfred turned to ask him what was going on. Not willing to give up, America pondered a way to get someone to answer him. Then he realized there was one person who couldn't turn down any question he asked.

"England? What's he talking about? What situation? Is something wrong? Why didn't you tell me?!"

As he spoke the Americans voice grew more panicked, he didn't know why but if his people were in trouble Alfred knew he had to help. Standing after the last question, Alfred no longer cared if Arthur answered. He had to help!

"America?! Wait!"

Ignoring England's panicked cry for him to return, Alfred run towards the door with full intent on helping his people.

"Can't wait! Can't stay! What if they need me?!"

Alfred called over his shoulder, not slowing down as he wrenched the door open. Before a sudden pain shoot through his head, groaning America held his head. 

'What's going on?' 

Was this because there was something wrong with his country? Swaying a little unsteadily on his feet, Alfred's vision started to blur.

"...E-England... help me..."

Alfred whimpered before collapsing on the floor, everything was going dark as the far away sound of a chair falling to the floor echoed in his head.

"America! What's wrong love?!"

England demanded, sounding very scared though he covered it in anger. Also really far away, struggling to keep his eyes open. Alfred couldn't quite make out the Brits face, only the green of his eyes was getting through the blurry image. Once Arthur seemed to realize that, he pleaded with the boy.

"NO! Don't close your eyes love! Please try to stay awake!"

This scared Alfred slightly, was he dying?! Why was England so scared? His eye lids just felt so heavy; slowly America stopped fighting the weariness dragging him into a comforting darkness. A pair of purple eyes stared sadly at him from behind the green of Arthur, why did they seem so familiar? Alfred thought before the blackness took over his vision completely.

(To be continued...)