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"Let me go you git!" England screeched as America grabbed hold of his arms. America only laughed at his flustered state.

"What's the rush, Artie? You were probably just going to get some boring tea or something. The hero's here now!" America laughed again, holding England tighter as he thrashed violently once, but then began to weaken. To America's surprise, England's struggling was nearly nonexistent within just a few seconds.

"J-just…leave me b-be…" Finally, England gave in and let out a shuddering sob, leaning forward into America. The younger nation gladly accepted the weight, but knitted his eyebrows in concern. America had only been here for about a minute; had he really already caused England to cry?

"Arthur…? Arthur, what's wrong?" America asked, but received no response to either attempt. Though he had no idea what was troubling England, he knew he had to be the hero and comfort him. He was a bit worried that England would run if he released him, but America took the chance by moving his hands from England's arms to around his waist, and resting his cheek atop England's head. England himself didn't seem sure how to react, but when America forcefully pulled him against his chest, England choked out another sob and leaned into him heavily.

They stayed that for a few minutes; England still crying and America only listening to his friend's sobs, unsure how to sooth him. Had England not been crying, he would have ventured to call this very peaceful. After a while, Canada emerged from the still open doors of the conference room.

"Al…oh!" he said, gasping as he saw England. America lifted his head and pressed a finger to his lips, signaling to Canada to stay quiet and not disturb him. The northern nation nodded, and quietly made his way to America's side. Cupping his hand, he whispered into America's ear.

As Canada went through his explanation, America's expression ran through a number of different emotions, finally settling on shock. "Oh, Arthur…" he hadn't intended for England to actually hear that, but it slipped out after Canada finished explaining. England lifted his tear stained face to America, obviously still upset but a questioning look in his eyes.

"They didn't…" America began, "They didn't really do that to you, did they? I mean…" America trailed off. He didn't know what he meant, but had the slightest doubt if the other nations—his, and England's, friends—had really done this. Seeing the state England was in, however…

America did not continue, and England did not respond, either. When America felt England start to wiggle around again, he slowly relinquished his grip and allowed England to run away, into the endless hallways and rooms in the building. Both North American brother watched England flee around a corner and disappear, but neither followed him.

"Well, um," Canada started to say, gathering his thoughts, "We can't just leave him alone in this building. Why don't you go in and…deal with the rest of them? I'll go find Arthur. We can take him back to his hotel room, at least." America nodded, a serious and angry expression beginning to surface on his face.

"Yeah. I'll take care of them."

It didn't take Canada all that long to find England, but the actual search through the building was exhausting. He ruled out the elevators first; England would have known it was too easy to run into other people there. So, after inspecting the current floor, Canada climbed the stairs to the next floor up—the fourth floor. He would check the bathrooms, all unlocked and unused conference rooms, broom closets, ballrooms, and stairways, of course, on each floor and then dash up the stairs to the next. After about twenty minutes Canada found him; curled up on the dirty tile floor of a bathroom three floors up from the original meeting.

"H-hey Arthur." He greeted the other nation, panting from his running. England did not respond, only lifting his head to watch Canada cross the bathroom and sit next to him. England still had tearstains on his cheeks, Canada noted, and let out a small sigh as he flopped down next to him.

"So…I know you're upset—and you have every right to be—but I want you to know that Alfred and I aren't going to think any less of you because of this. What those others did was…a very dirty and cruel thing, and they're not going to be let off easy." Canada turned his head to England, who was now looking forward and slightly down, staring at the tile. "And I know it's been a really horrible day for you and everything, but we can't stay here forever, Arthur, and I'm sure you don't want to." Canada braced his hands on the wall behind him and stood. "If you come with Al and I we can take you back to your hotel room. We'll even help you find a flight home or something, if you want." Finally Canada drew a response out of England. It was only a slight nod and a 'hm' in confirmation, but it was better than nothing.

Canada smiled down at him. "Okay, just give me a minute." He turned away and took his phone out, dialing America, who picked up quickly.

"Hey, I found Arthur." A crackly sigh of relief came from the other end, and then America spoke.

"Yeah he's ready to go back to the hotel. Why don't you just dismiss the meeting? We can do this another day, I'm sure." America agreed and told Canada to meet him out front, by his car. "Okay, sure. Bye." Canada hung up and pocketed the device, turning back to England. He offered the other nation a hand with a smile, and England hesitantly took it. He was pulled to his feet with ease—Canada strength was comparable to America's—and then followed Canada out of the bathroom.

After only a few steps, England halted and discreetly tried to readjust his pants. Canada cocked his head at the motion, but soon realized England's predicament.

"Oh…yeah. S-sorry we don't have anything to help you right now, but the sooner we get back the sooner you can change, right?" A light blush played across Canada's cheeks, and he tried his hardest to give England a reassuring grin. England nodded back and the two continued on.

The elevator was luckily nearby the bathroom, and England had dried his tears enough as to not look strange when they stepped on. Canada punched the 'Down' and 'Floor 1' buttons and the elevator began its descent, only picking up one woman on the fifth floor and then America on the third, who only nodded to both of them in greeting. None of the three said a thing as they traversed the lobby—Canada on one side of England and America on the other—and made their way through the parking lot to America's rented car. With America in the driver's seat and Canada and England in the back, they began the trip back to the hotel. Canada, tired of the silence, broke it right before England put in his seatbelt. He knew that England was still upset, and wasn't going to let the blonde clam up and isolate himself from everyone this time.

"Come here." He said, grabbing England around the middle and pulling him across the back seat. England sputtered at first, but soon settled in beside Canada—the boy's arm protectively around his waist and his own head against the boy's shoulder. Canada leaned his head on top of England's and then took the other nation's hand and began stroking his palm. "Arthur…you need to relax. I don't blame you, but you've been stiff as a board this whole time. Just breathe…" Canada said, closing his eyes and relaxing his own body, willing England to do the same. The man took a shuddering deep breath, but it didn't do anything for him. Canada only continued stroking his palm and America, once they had reached a red light, reached around and patted his knee a few times.

Gradually, Canada realized, England did relax, slumping against him and allowing his eyes to flutter shut. Before he knew it, they had arrived at the hotel and Canada was forced to rouse England.

"Arthur…hey, Arthur, c'mon. Let's go inside." Then Englishman cracked open his emerald eyes and blinked up at the hotel out of the window. He stretched his arms and clambered out of the car, and the moment he stepped onto the sidewalk Canada's arm was back around him. He glanced over to the Canadian briefly, but did not reject the contact. Canada only gave him a tiny smile back, and the three proceeded inside.

America soon left the two to go to his own room after Canada assured he would take care of England. The two blonde nations proceeded up the elevator—Canada's arm still securely around England—and made their way to England's room. Once by the door, Canada spoke.

"Well…do you, um, want me to stay? I can go back to my room if you'd like some privacy or—"

"No." England interrupted abruptly, looking Canada in the eye, "I would…rather that you stay here. I'll only be a few minutes." Canada nodded, removing his arm from England as the blonde swiped his key card, and followed England inside. The room was dark, but England did not move to turn on any lights. Sunlight streamed in through the blinds, though, so Canada caught sight of his whole room. It was only a basic room, one bed, a dresser, and a desk; perfect for just one person. England hurriedly made his way to his suitcase and grabbed another pair of boxers and some loose pajama pants before motioning for Canada to have a seat and disappearing into the bathroom. Seated at the desk, Canada crossed his arms over the wood and pillowed his head on them, letting his eyes slip closed as he listened to the shower run for a few minutes. He wasn't sure why the other nation had wanted him to stay, but he would have nonetheless. England's own scent mixed with the scent of the hotel room, comforting Canada and reminding him of the past—the good times in the past, at least. When England stepped out of the bathroom—shirtless and hair still damp—Canada lifted his head to see a light blush, though it might have been from the heat, across England's cheeks.

"Sorry." He mumbled, moving to the bed and yanking a plain white t-shirt over his head, "Forgot my shirt…" With that he trailed off, leaving the two nations only staring at each other.

"So, would you like me to leave now? I'm sure you're exhausted…"Canada offered. England paused for a moment, but then shook his head, crossing his arms and looking away. He didn't want to be alone. "Oh…well, you could come back to my room? I mean, you must be hungry. I have food there and we could find you something to eat. I might even have tea, too." England raised his head at this and, after considering it for a moment, gave a slow nod.

"Yes, I'd like that." Canada smiled and stood, moving to open the door as England grabbed something before following him. When England joined Canada in the hallway, Canada noticed the older nation's slippers. He almost giggled, but suppressed it, and led England up a flight of stairs and down another hallway to his own room.

"You got the Presidential Suite?" England asked when he realized where he was being led. Canada laughed, embarrassed.

"Yeah, actually, I share it with someone, so…"He explained as he swiped the card and entered the room.

"You share it? Well you could have told me that before—"

"Hey Arthur!" Came the cheery voice of America. England stepped inside the room and, lo and behold, America sat on the couch, soda in hand and already changed into basketball shorts and a t-shirt. England relaxed.

"Oh, well. I guess that's fine." England moved past Canada and sat on the couch next to America, who gave him a smile that reminded England of an excited puppy.

"He wanted something to eat, Al, so I brought him back here." Canada explained, moving into the kitchen area.

"Naw, I don't mind! I'm glad to have him here." America called back, and the proceeded to chatter on to England about whatever came to his mind. England realized they were probably both trying to keep him distracted, but he didn't mind—the boys only had good intentions. With America talking, England took the chance to turn around and see the whole room. A large desk and several chairs sat at the opposite end of the room, papers already strewn all over its dark wood, and a large grandfather clock was pushed up against the wall behind it. A hallway behind him seemed to lead off to several other doors—bedrooms, perhaps—and the room to his right that Canada had disappeared into was no doubt the kitchen. Finally, the wall nearby the desk was not really a wall at all, but a large, floor length window with a view of the city. Canada then returned with two cups of tea and a plate of biscuits. "Complimentary from the hotel." He explained. England thanked him and added cream to his tea. America took a biscuit covered in butter.

The three continued to talk, but in a much quieter tone. The constant 'tick tock' of a large clock nearby along with Canada's soft voice began to lull England to sleep, and before he knew it his head was against America's shoulder, only half listening to the brothers talk.

"I think he's asleep, Mattie." America whispered with a chuckle. England gave a sleepy "No 'm not…" which didn't help convince the two at all. America chuckled again and maneuvered his arm behind England's back. In one swift motion, America was standing and England was in his arms, bridal style. He thought to protest, but decided against the action when he realized how tired he really was and how comfortable America's arms were.

"Hey, you can sleep here for a while, okay? I was thinking of going back to sleep, too, 'cause the meeting is dismissed until tomorrow." America explained, and began walking towards what England assumed was a bedroom. Behind him, he heard the clink of dishes and realized Canada was cleaning up. "He'll probably join us too, in a minute."

America nudged a door open with his shoulder, and England glanced around the room. His eyes widened slightly. "There's only one bed." He stated plainly.

"Yeah, but it's a big bed." England did not look placated. "Well, y'know, Matt and I wanted a huge room, but then we realized that the Presidential suites only had one bed, so we decided to just share it. It's not like we're together or anything, and we used to do it when we were kids, anyway. It's really no different now." America set England down on the edge of the bed, and stepped back a bit, looking down at him. England had the same expression from when Canada asked him if he had wanted to be left alone—arms crossed and eyes diverted. A thought clicked in America's mind. "You're not…uncomfortable with it, are you?" he asked, lowering his voice, timid. England made a noise in the back of his throat, but America couldn't interpret its meaning. He waited another minute and England finally answered.

"Well I…It's just that…" England heaved a sigh and looked down. "I don't know…"

America's brows were knitted together, just staring at England, when Canada entered. "What's wrong?"

America turned to him. "He doesn't want to share a bed." Canada made a soft 'oh'.

"It's not that." England exclaimed, snapping his head up. "I'm just...unsure!" Still not knowing what to say, America looked to Canada.

"Well, you know, if you don't try you'll never know." Canada said, kneeling down to England's level. "Arthur…You know we'd never do anything like that to you, right?" He gave England a warm, loving gaze. "We care too much about you to do something like that, especially if you don't want it. Right Al?" America nodded, also kneeling down. The three just looked at each other for a moment before America yanked them all into an embrace.

"Stop making everything so emotional, Matt. Gosh." America exclaimed, and Canada wrapped his arms around England and America, too, with a laugh. Somehow, England found a chuckle escaping from his lips as he pressed his forehead against America's chest. The three remained that way or a minute before America released them and clambered up on the bed with England. He somehow tore back the comforter and slipped under it at the same time, and then pulled England up with him, throwing the other man's slippers off before pulling the blanket up again. Canada left for a moment to change, leaving England hugged from behind by America, the younger nation's nose buried into his hair. He could feel America smiling, and it made him want to smile the slightest bit, too.

Canada returned in a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt, and giggled at the two nations' positions. He saw England's ghost of a smile before it disappeared, and slid into bed beside the other two, facing England. Propping himself up on his elbow, he leaned over and gave England a peck on the forehead before settling down on his pillow. England blushed, but waited for Canada to close his eyes before he reached under the sheets and took Canada's hand in his own. Canada's lips quirked up the tiniest bit, but his eyes stayed shut. Snuggled warmly between the two boys, England soon found himself drifting off.

"Sleep well, Arthur." He heard, but wasn't exactly sure which of his boys had said it.

I promise I'll get back to EBP sometime. I'm doing another kink meme fill at the moment, but I'm only about half way though it!