WWIII

Chapter One:

S. America pov

It's been three years since World War 3 started. It's fucking stupid to fight like this over food but I will stand by my brother. I mean China bombed him first so fuck that ass. I had some respect for him but that went down the drain when he bombed my brother. Fucking attacking him like that was unforgivable. So now i sit here with my brothers. America hasn't been to well lately. Every day a new bomb is dropped on him. He barely has time to recover so its a wonder sometimes that he can even get up. Today though wasnt one of those days. When i got here England was leaning over him and crying. I'd asked if he would let give the three of us some time to talk. 

When America gets this bad Canada and I take over for him. So the three of us start talking. After a while Canada and i leave to give him time to rest. Waiting outside the room is India. I just nod to her and go to the kitchen to find the other, on our side of this war, sitting around the large table. Canada takes his seat next to Prussia and i go to the head of the table and start to explaining our plan of action. 

India's pov

I am making America chicken noodle soup in the kitchen for lunch. He wants me to make him hamburgers or go to mcdonalds but i'm not going to do that. He's so severely injured that if he were to eat unhealthy food it would probably make him throw up. I go back into his bedroom of his vacation home in Hungary. 

America slowly sits up and looks at me "What's you make for me this time? The usual i suppose?" He says softly. It was clear he was in pain. I was the only one who knew of the gashes and cuts all over his body. He made me swear not tell anyone which made me feel bad but what was i supposed to do? I'd thought about telling at least England but he's the that America want to find out the least. 

"Yeah i made you chicken noodle soup. You don't need any fast food in this condition. You're badly injured. And at that i need to check your wounds, so take off your shirt so i can check the wore severe ones first." I say. 

"Cant i at least eat first? So my food doesnt get cold" He says, pouting slightly.

"Yeah i just need to make sure that you're wounds dont get infected." i respond with pity laced in my voice at his condition. 

He nods slightly and starts to eat the soup id handed him. After he finishes he sits the bowl down and remove his shirt and turns so i could see his wounds. His whole back cover in cuts but the worst was one that stretched from his right shoulder down to his left thigh.

I apply medication to the wounds and replace the bandages, saying,"you should get some rest, ill turn on the teli-vision and give you the remote if you like?" 

He nods "Thanks India." He says and looks at me. then shifts so he was laying down. 

"Are you sure that you don't want me to tell England and the others? I'm sure all they want to do is help you." I ask him concerned. 

"I don't want to budden them more then i already have" he says and smiles slightly.

"Okay well ring me if you need anything. Okay?" i say turning on the teli-vision and and giving him the remote and walking down to the kitchen to see what Merica was up to. 

S. America's Pov

I finish explaining our plan as India comes into the room "Hey, How is he?" I ask what im sure all of us had been thinking about to some extent.

"He's fine, up there resting watching the teli-vision." She responds

I nod and sigh softly 'wish he'd tell me more. I know full well that he's not doing that great but i cant just say that.' I think then turn back to face the others "Alright so England, Romano, Spain and i are going to head to China to see what information we can dig up" 

"Yes Ma'm" I hear them say. 

I turn and head to my room to get my things ready. 'I wont let America fall. No matter what it takes'