((HALLO! haha sorry I kinda abandoned my other fanfic. I got bored with it. But I promise this one will be good! I am adding a few head canons in here, so sorry if the storyline seems odd. Anyway like I said this should be a consistent fanfic because its usuk, and that is my ABSOLUE FAVORITE SHIP MEGA OTP RIGHT THERE. Its just so perfect ^.^ so yeah, have fun reading. Updates may be a little slow cuz lets face it I take forever to write anything. ENJOY~))

Another blasted world meeting. This means being shut in a room full of bickering, obnoxious countries from all over the world, talking in their thick accents. Usually, the United States was one of the most rude. But today, America did not want to deal with it. Russia had declared war on him a month ago, and he was practically in ruins. He was getting beaten, and bad. He hadn't told a single country, however. Russia had threatened to end it all with the blink of an eye if America tried to tell the others. So, he had no help in this war. Soon, though, someone would find out. He had to tell someone, for his people. Maybe today?

Possibly. Alfred thought to himself as he rolled out of bed. He looked at his clock, which read nine-thirty. The meeting was at noon, tomorrow, and he had to travel to Japan for it. With a sigh he grabbed his glasses off the night stand and put them on, blinking a few times at the dirtiness of the lenses. He never really cleaned his glasses, in fact he really didn't care. He turned to his dresser and pulled out a pair of tan dress pants, tan suit and green tie. He then trudged into the bathroom to go clean himself up.

God, what's the point? He asked himself, looking at his reflection in the mirror, drained of any sort of motivation. He sluggishly proceeded with his morning routine, brushing his teeth, getting dressed, combing his hair... Once he was done, his eyes fell upon his reflection in the mirror. He studied his own features; icy blue eyes, golden hair, what used to be tan but now pale skin. He was a mess. He stared at himself for a solid ten minutes, never shifting his gaze. He jumped slightly when his cell phone suddenly started to ring. He fumbled with the phone to answer it, and pressed it to his ear.

"Yo."

"Hello, git. Are you coming to the meeting tomorrow?" A familiar British voice asked.

"Ah, hi Iggy. I don't know. Probably." A smile grew on Alfred's face.

"I told you not to call me that! ...and, well, I was wondering if, perhaps, we could travel there together? Since I'm here in America."

Alfred made a face, "Sure but...why are you here?"

"Th-th-that's not important, you twat!" Arthur exclaimed.

"Yeesh, okay okay. You in NYC?"

"Yes. I'm actually on my way to your house now."

"Oh. Okay dude. We can just leave from here, then...isn't the meeting in Japan?"

"Mhmm. I assume you can get tickets for the plane?"

"Well, I only have one ticket, but I'm sure I can make something work."

"Alright. Thank you. I'll see you in a bit, then. Bye." And with that, Arthur hung up the phone. Now Alfred had the motivation to go, his best friend was going with him. Wait, best friend...? Sure, Arthur was Alfred's best friend, but did Arthur really look at him as a best friend? Well, if he traveled all the way to New York, just to go to the meeting with him, that surely confirmed their friendship, right? Alfred sighed and put on his bomber jacket. He started to pack his duffel bag full of hamburgers and clothes for the trip. Once finished, he waited by the door for Arthur.

Arthur walked quickly down the streets of New York. He decided to travel with Alfred because he knew he was troubled by something, and was quite concerned. He planned on staying a week or two in this bloody country to make sure Alfred was alright and comforted. He really didn't like to admit how much he cared for Alfred, even after his independence. In a way he wished he could show that he really didn't hate Alfred, but after so long of him believing so, Alfred would never believe it.

Ha, what am I thinking? Arthur wiped the thoughts from his mind and lowered his gaze to the ground. He looked up when America's house came into view. The house was rather pleasant, not to big but not to small. Arthur pulled his scarf tighter around his neck. It was getting cold, even though it hadn't started to snow yet. Winter was just beginning. He looked as his breath turned into visible vapor in front of him. Soon he reached the door of Alfred's house, giving it a soft knock. The door swung open, a tall American standing in the door frame, head tilted slightly to the side.

"Hey," Alfred greeted the Brit in a hoarse voice.

"Hello." Arthur gave a slight smile. "You ready to go?" he asked, looking at how the American was dressed. No winter clothes. "Are you going to be warm enough in that..?," he added.

Al looked down at his clothes. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Let's go." He stepped outside and closed the door. "I have warmer stuff in my bag just in case." He reassured.

"Well, alright." Arthur cleared his throat and started to trot in the direction of the air port. Alfred walked next to him, staying unusually quiet. What was he supposed to say without giving his secret away? But if he was too quiet, Arthur would surely suspect something. He thought about various lines for a minute or so but was interrupted.

"Something bothering you, Alfred?" Arthur was looking at him now, worried about how quiet he was. Alfred was always loud and obnoxious. Now Arthur knew that something was wrong. Something really bad.

"Huh...? Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine!" Alfred laughed nervously.

Arthur shot him a look, "You're a horrible liar." He scoffed. Seriously, what was bothering him so much that he couldn't even say?

Alfred's breaths turned shaky, and his smile quickly faded. "I..." He couldn't. He couldn't dare let his secret get out. His people would be in danger, and there would be nothing he could do about it. By now he had stopped walking and was just standing there on the side of the street, Arthur standing in front of him. Everything seemed to be quiet and distant now.

"Are you going to give me an answer?" Arthur asked in a soft voice after several moments of silence. Alfred was just staring him in the eyes, his mouth opening but no words escaping.

Alfred snapped back to reality and quickly shook his head. "We can talk about this on the plane maybe. But for now I can't tell you..." He whispered, looking around. That's when Arthur understood that this was a serious problem. He gave a blank nod. The two then continued walking into the brisk winter air, completely silent the rest of the way to the airport.

The plane didn't have many people on it. Not in first class, anyway. Alfred and Arthur sat next to each other, Arthur nearest to the window. The plane hadn't taken off yet and some people were still boarding. Arthur was anticipating Alfred telling him his problem so he could set off to help. He wanted the old America back, not this gloomy and hurt man. It was eerie, actually, seeing how horrid Alfred seemed. He sighed and tapped the American's shoulder. Alfred turned his head to look at England.

"Are you ready to tell me what's bothering you yet?"

"..wait for the plane to take off. Then I promise I'll tell you. Okay?" The American asked, forcing a smile.

"Okay..." Arthur returned the smile and placed a hand on Alfred's shoulder. "What ever it is that's bothering you, I'll be there to help, alright?" he said in a kind and reassuring voice.

America was shocked, but in a way relieved. Arthur would really help him through this? He could've never imagined that him of all people would help. Didn't Arthur hate his guts? But then again, he wanted England's help more than anyone else's. "Thanks, Iggy." he said in almost a whisper.

"You're welcome," Arthur turned back to the window, his hand still grasping Alfred's shoulder. He really did want to be there for Alfred... showing compassion every once in a while couldn't hurt, right? Right. He was only insinuating his lo-

Wait. No! That could never happen!What the hell was he thinking? As if. Even if he really did love Alfred, its not like he would accept him anyway. Arthur wiped the ignorant thoughts from his mind. He focused more now on how the plane was starting to leave the ground. Good, now Alfred was going to tell him, and he could get things back to normal. The American shifted his gaze from the ground to Arthur, who turned his head and made complete eye contact between the two.

Arthur started, "So, about that proble-"

"Russia bombed DC and declared war on me." Alfred interrupted coldly.

(( OHHH cliff hanger XD next chapter will be up sometime today or tomorrow.))