The Hero, Depressed?

Chapter 3: *One More Night*

((Hello again, sorry it's taking a little long.... My life sucks at the moment cause my bird of 12 years died on the 9th, my cat is sick with a infected urinary track which we're trying to help with home remedies, my mother lost her job along with my older brother and were getting threatened by our landlords to move if my mother can not come up with rent... So they are giving us till the middle to the end of December to come up with money to pay and with Halloween costumes, Thanksgiving food, and Christmas, and my 5-going on 6- year old sister's birthday on the 28th of October.... This is a bad time for money and, well, everything. So enough about me an my boring sucky life, HERES ANOTHER CHAPTER!! Only 2 or 3 more to go before I'm finished with this story. Told ya it was short. Anyway.... Yeah, ENJOY!!))

America dozed off through out the whole World Meeting. Ignoring everyone and everything except the throbbing feeling in his arm, enjoying it in fact.

Little to his knowledge, he was getting paged by a certain German on the subject that they were FINALLY discussing.

"America. America! AMERICA!"

America jumped looking at the speaker. "WHAt!?"

Germany physically face-palmed himself before speaking. "Vat's your idea on the subject? You haven't said a vord since I started...."

America looked at Germany once more before looking around and meeting all the other Countries eyes, his face flushing a bright, noticeable red. "Oh, um..... I-I don't know..." He said in a tiny voice as he looked down at his blank note papers.

"Vell.... Pay attention!" Germany snapped before continuing his lecture on the subject.

America watched for a moment before dozing off again till the meeting was finally over. He then glanced around, seeing Japan and Canada avoid him and his gaze all together. They're ignoring me. They hate me and how I annoy them all the time. Fine... See if I care... he thought fiercely as he looked around to see England holding his papers in one arm then to see his other hand reach in his pocket to pull out his keys.

America thought more, Maybe he's not mad anymore... Quickly America rushes over to him. "England! Hey!"

England turned around to meet sparkling blue eyes racing towards him then BANG.... Nothing but black followed after for the both of them.

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A moment or two later, America's eyes fluttered open with his head pounding and dull brown and violet eyes shining over him in worry as he winced in pain.

"America-san!?" The dull brown said.

"Alfie! You alright?" The violet asked with a bouncing curly curl.

"I guess.... Why? What happened?" America said in a groggy voice as he held his head up before sitting up.

"You ran and slipped on a pen... Ramming in to England, knocking both of you out cold for a good 15 minutes. You sure you're okay, eh? You look extremely pale and lost of color..." Canada said grabbing both wrists and slightly yanked him to pull him closer to get a better look.

America winced as his cut wrist was grabbed and pulled, reopening a few cuts so they began bleeding again. Probably from how much bleeding I did last night. he told himself before looking up. Do they really care? America thought as he stared blankly at Canada and Japan, who were now trying to get his attention, slightly enjoying the feeling of the running blood and the hope of no one seeing

"America-san.... Are you sure you're alright?" Japan asked in a worry tone, worried enough for his voice to crack with uneasiness.

Canada's voice followed but not entirely full of worry since he knew his brother was built like a rock. "Earth to America.... I think that hit was pretty bad."