Hours and hours pass. A near 10 hours then pass as England is asleep, then startled by the door to the room opening. He then sees the same nurse walk in looking like she's about to puke, and a bandaged up America as still as ever. "I-Is he ok?" England asks her. She sighs "Yeah he's fine. He just needs to sleep. He'll be awake and un-bandaged by tomorrow." "O-okay then." He says. She rolls her eyes and leaves. England gets up and goes over to America, beginning to cry. He then mumbles to himself, "I love you more than anything Alfred... I really do." He wipes the tears from his eyes as he then notices America's hand twitching. "Alfr-America?" He says. His hand twitches again. England sighs then kneels down on both knees putting his face into the side of the bed.
England then dozes off, "DUDE!" He hears then beginning to wake up. "America?" England says half asleep. He pulls his head up and looks to notice America facing the other way. "A-America? I can't believe your better already!" England says in shock. "Yeah dude I'm totally better!" America says turning around. England gasps. "Y-you look just like France!" His mouth drops. America laughs "dude you are hilarious!" He says. England doesn't reply and sits there with his eyes wide open and his jaw to the floor. America laughs hysterically. "I don't look like France! Dude! Why would I want to look like him?" "B-b-but..." England stutters. "Never mind..."
