The sun felt blinding the next morning.

This is the day I die.

America thought those words to himself as he felt Russia shift and sit up on the couch, his pipe resting in his lap. There were nations spread across the house, most had found room on the floor near his TV. He could vaguely remember Italy staying up to watch Italian cooking shows and being yelled at from Germany who heard the complaints.

One eye inched open and looked around the room. America could see that half of the countries were still asleep but others had started to stretch and search for food. Hopefully they didn't find his Kit Kats stuffed in the bottom drawer…

Russia gently prodded at America to see if he was awake, "Hello Amerika. Are you awake? Today you get to have hole drilled in teeth. Would you like number for hospital?" Alfred ignored Ivan's lame teasing, pretending to be asleep until Prussia said "I can wake him up with some tickling by the awesome me!"

America immediately jumped up out of his pretend slumber, banging his head with Russia's at the same time. "Owowowowow! Dude, watch where you put your head!" He started tugging at his restraints again but sighed as he realized how pointless it was. England was already awake and watching America and Russia's quarrel with amusement. It was only a few hours before America's appointment and he was going to make sure America got there and got his bloody filling. Not literally, because getting a filling doesn't make your mouth bleed but his British nature took the best of him.

"Breakfast everyone!" it was nice to eat a meal with all of the countries every now and then. Germany helped Arthur set up some extra tables so that the once small kitchen table now had five appendages all lined up together and at one point going through the kitchen door to the living room. The nations found seats, sitting next to allies and enemies alike. Italy chose to sit next to his brother Romano and Germany. France was seated beside Canada and across from England. Ukraine was in the chair adjacent to Belarus who had managed to drag Russia into the chair next to hers. The tables were filled with smiling faces, playful laughter, teasing jokes to one another, and plates toppling over with scrumptious food.

America was handcuffed to his chair next to Arthur and Sealand, who had somehow sneaked into the house. He used his left hand to eat the eggs Spain had cooked and the muffins baked by France. England offered to help the others with the cooking but they said he had already done so much for them yesterday that they had to do something for him in return. Some countries took notice of how America looked up at the clock on the wall every five minutes, time rolling by on the numbered wheel.

"Hey, um, Iggy…can I go change? I'm tired of wearing this shirt for two days, heheh." Alfred's voice sounded tired and his laugh slightly strained. The room quieted to conversations barely louder than whispers as he left, England decided he could un-handcuff him since it seemed that America had finally accepted defeat. The American could feel the stares boring into his back as he walked from the room and up the stairs. It was truly a sad sight to see the usually loud and obnoxious country reduced to silence. The melancholy hung in the air even after he left. No one really felt like laughing or joking, many not even talking anymore, just looking at their plates as they forked their hash browns.

Xxxxxxx

America grabbed his favorite shirt that seemed to give him strength whenever he didn't have enough himself. It was light blue with a sketchy picture of Captain America on it. The style and way it was drawn made it into a very artistic and compelling shirt and he enjoyed the compliments people gave him on it. Letting his shirt pool onto his bed which smelled strangely like Germans and Prussians, he pulled the cleaner shirt over his head and let it rest on his shoulders. The fabric felt cool against his back and relaxing. Finding his favorite jeans that fit him just right and gave him a more slender look, he let them slide onto his hips after he rid himself of the jeans and boxers he had been previously wearing. The final touches of his outfit were the Gorillaz converse sneakers he owned and the necklace Iggy had given him before the revolution. It was something he held close to his heart. The necklace was mostly a thin metal string but hanging in the middle was a red-tinted star carved out of diamond. It didn't just remind him of the good memories he and England used to share, but it also resembled the fifty stars on his flag. The red shine it possessed made him think of the blood shed for his country and the believers living within his borders.

The revived smile that had made its way on his face faded as he heard footsteps coming near his room. He quickly opened the collar of his shirt and placed the necklace inside, hanging from his neck and touching the bare skin of his chest, slightly to the right of his heart. Alfred turned in time to see Romano open the door without a trace of a knock and say to him, "Er…England is waiting for you downstairs. Come down quickly."

The intrusion was a little confusing but America soon led himself back down the staircase with Romano already gone. As his foot touched the first floor of his house, he heard a loud cry of "SURPRISE!"

America spun around. It wasn't July 4th and he couldn't remember April fools day ever including makeshift birthdays. He saw all of the countries crowded around a cake placed in front of him that read 'For the Mighty America!'

America was dumbfounded at this celebration. It was only an hour before his appointment and they wanted to celebrate him for…being strong? England left the circle and put his arm over America's shoulder. "We all thought you'd want to be cheered up before the appointment. It was too strange to have the annoying America frightened so bad by a little cavity. This is to remind you of how strong you really are."

His former brother's words left him with an astonished look which soon grew small tears in his eyes. He wiped them away as he grinned at everyone gathered around him. "Dudes, I'm never scared! Heroes don't get scared! Hahaha!" his laugh wasn't faked as he hugged Iggy. "Should we watch Twilight again?" France offered which quieted the young nation. "Okay, so maybe I can be scared by stupid movies but other than that, I'M THE HERO!" the whole room laughed at that.

Everyone then proceeded to dig into the cake decorated in red, white, and blue frosting and little sprinkles shaped like stars that coated the layers of delicious fluff. America got it all over his face and grabbed a handful of the cake which he shoved in Russia's face while saying "That's what you get for making fun of my cock yesterday!" Russia set his cake down and slowly raised his pipe. "Oh really? Why don't we settle this with pipe against cake, da?" Russia made snowballs out of his own piece of cake as he chased the giggling American around the room, other countries chuckling at the two childish countries. It soon turned into a cake-ball fight with the other countries joining in.

Italy was making the vast majority of his team's cake-balls since he was very good at mass-producing things such as his white flags. Japan was busy making a catapult out of forks and spoons left around the used plates dumped onto tables lining the walls. Germany was practically shooting the balls at the other team with his hands.

Canada and France worked together on making their pile of cake-balls since neither felt like ruining their clothes. America, China, Russia, and England were all on the front lines of their cake battle field. It was a great way to spend their last remaining hour before America's dreaded appointment. But the battle had to end at some point and the countries all started to clean themselves up.

America still didn't want to go the stupid appointment but was a little less reluctant now. Russia saw his reluctance in his eyes and walked over to the American. "What do you wa- Hey! Put me down!" Russia picked up America bridal style with strong hands. No matter how much America struggled, he couldn't get out of Ivan's grasp. "Let us walk to appointment, da? That sounds fun. I will carry you because I am nice. Ha ha!"

Alfred was a blushing mess but didn't argue. The two nations, plus Canada, England, and France, walked out of America's house and headed towards the dental office a few blocks away. People stared as they walked by but either Russia didn't notice or he was just plain stupid. Heroes aren't meant to be carried! Alfred's necklace bounced against his chest with every step the Russian took. When they finally arrived at their destination, America was desperately wanting to get out of Russia's arms and away from the embarrassing situation. France took a few pictures before America had the chance to step back onto land. These will be perfect for blackmail! Honhonhon~

The group walked into the place and sat in the waiting room, America fidgeting in his seat. When they finally called for him he walked nervously up to the door leading to the room filled with dental machines and moving chairs. The place where he would also be getting his filling.

America straightened, raising his head and looking forward. He could feel his necklace tracing over his heart. There wasn't a chance that America would be scared at this moment. He was tough and strong. If he wasn't, then how could Captain America exist? How could he face his people if he was frightened by a mere filling? He didn't need help from anyone. He was the one who helped and saved others. The independence he had fought for which shattered the love bound between his former brother and himself reminded him that he didn't depend on anyone and he could do this alone.

His foot was halfway through the door when he felt a thin yet firm hand clasp his. Alfred turned and faced Arthur who was wearing a gentle smile. Even though he had made his resolve, it wasn't fake when he felt his heart lift and warm the diamond upon his chest. The two walked through the hallway and into the room he had been assigned.

England lowered America onto the chair and didn't leave when the dentists came into the room. Hand still wrapped around Alfred's, Arthur looked down at America's face. "I'm here. I won't leave you and I won't let anything hurt you."

He wanted so desperately to be Arthur's little brother at that moment. His hand tightened around England's.

"I know, Iggy. My big brother is always here for me."

Xxxxxx

When they all had finally left the dental office, America breathed in the fresh air right before Russia grabbed him again and slung him over his shoulder.

"What? Dude, I'm not escaping! Put me down!" "Hahaha! But it is fun to watch you squirm! Please, struggle more as I carry you to house, da?" America rested his head on Russia's back. There was no use in fighting the big guy and he was too tired to anyways. His eyes looked up at the nations trailing behind them. Canada was holding his furry companion while he talked to no one in particular about how much fun the week had been and France was busy secretly decorating England's head with roses. It was kinda funny how England didn't even notice.

Arthur was smiling at America as he walked alongside France. He felt that the bond once broken between him and his former colony had been taped back together. There were still subtle cracks in places and it didn't look the same as before…but it had been repaired. It had new features and maybe when looked at in a different light, it could be even more beautiful than the first.

America had been busy watching England's smile but quickly noticed the cards fall from England's pocket accidently. "Hey, England! What are those?" France plucked them from the ground and showed a perverted grin. "Would you like to see, America? I think you would enjoy these pictures! Here!" "Wait! Those are mine, you bloody git!"

France jogged up to America who was still slung over Russia's shoulder and handed him the pictures. "Oh! These are from last year's Halloween Party! Hahahahaha!" America flipped a picture to look at the next. His face went from childishly giggling to mortified.

"…WHAT THE F-"

End.

~Well I got my filling today. NOT. FUN. They numbed my one tooth (which hurt a lot when they did it) and started drilling the hole in my teeth. At first I was like "Mm, kinda stings a little. I-is it supposed to hurt this much? Ow. Hey! OW! THIS HURTS! STOP DRILLING!" they hadn't given me enough Novocain or whatever they use to numb people so I was feeling what is was like to have a hole drilled in your teeth for a few seconds. Like a boss. But, no, seriously, it hurt. I'm afraid to eat now and am starving lol xD I made sure to include stuff about the Halloween party pictures in each chapter if you can find them. Also, I'm sorry this didn't include any rated M stuff like I hinted at. I was halfway through this chapter and thought "The way this is going, it would look pretty stupid to go from childish fun to smut." But I will tell you that it was going to be with Russia, not England. RUSAME! Ha ha ha, da?~