Mortality, My Worst Enemy

Chapter Two: Caleb

"Vow, no vonder you beat everybody jou fight against," Germany said shocked. America's skill was beyond his own comprehension. America snorted as he laughed.

"Dude, Prussia taught me everything I know. Bayonets and rifles kinda run along the same line for me. They have the same physical structure and Prussia was an excellent teacher when he taught me how to aim. It's all the mechanics of modern tech that make rifles more dangerous," America explained, hugging his albino friend. Suddenly, America was the America they knew and loved, "I'm sorry I kinda turned dark there for a second, but in all honesty being stereotyped as stupid was beginning to aggravate me. You'd be surprised how much you find out when you aren't stuffed with your own ego,"

"Was that a jab at me Alfred?" England asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"What do you think Captain Crumpet?" Alfred teased, making everyone laugh. England just sighed, chuckling softly as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"I think you're a witty little pain in my arse," England smiled softly at his son.

"Whatever, I'm totally not. Anyway, I gathered you all here because I want to help a friend. You guys heard before when I said I donated organs?"

"Yes sweetheart, and that is incredibly sweet of you," Finland rubbed America's head. Sweden patted his back and America chuckled.

"Well, these past few months I took up a new hobby. I honestly didn't expect to grow too attached, but I did. I've been donating bone marrow to the local children's hospital, which is why I've been exhausted as all Hell," the nations smiled fondly. That was just like America to do something so selfless, "Well turns out within a few days my marrow was matched with some little boy, a cute little kid named Caleb. I always hung around the kids, he and the other children couldn't leave the hospital much because of treatment," America had a dazed look in his eyes as he stared at the clock, 11:50, "Once I was matched with him, I met his mother. Nice lady, her name's Claire. She was so happy when she found out her son had been matched, the tears literally flew off of her face. Her husband is overseas serving, right now I'm pulling some strings to get him home to say goodbye," the countries all seemed to notice how sad America got towards the end.

"Lad, what do you mean 'goodbye'" England asked. They all worried for America, as his sapphire eyes began to glisten with unfallen tears.

"Tiny dude only has a few days. It really sucks, he's not even six years old. That's why I'm doing this," he gestured to all the nations, "he wants to be me for a day. I told him I worked with people from around the world and tried to solve problems. Figured it was better than saying that I was a politician. His eyes were so bright when I told him that," Alfred wiped a single tear from his eye, "Might as well make the little man happy for his last few days. Do you think you guys can handle being a bit more gentle on him? He's a strong boy, but not as strong as yours truly," Alfred winked as he flexed, trying to hide the hurt in his eyes. The other nations were heartbroken, especially the motherly nations: China, France, Finland, Belgium, and Hungary. But they all nodded as the clock struck noon.

Suddenly, the door opened. A very beautiful lady with bleach blonde hair, which was done in a french braid, and soft grey eyes entered the room. She was wearing baby blue scrubs and wore no makeup. Her nails were done in a French manicure, perfectly almond shaped. She also wore a necklace around her neck, with a piece of purple sea glass as the pendant. She wheeled in a small boy with curly, strawberry blonde hair and sparkling hazel eyes. He was a pale boy, with red freckles along his rosy, plump, cheeks. He had a bright smile on his face, despite looking so frail. The other nations put on a brave face, especially America. He walked over to Caleb and crouched at his side.