The sane world that no one understands - Chapter 2

I woke up. Wait? I woke up? I never wanted this. I wanted to stay "dead". I was ready to say good bye forever. I looked around myself. I was in a hospital room. I slowly shifted in my bed. I had tubes and IV's in my arms around me. Everywhere hurt like hell. I could already tell that I had several broken bones. Unlike being numb on the cold cement, I can feel every little moment I made. I'm hurt physically and emotionally. I know it and I won't admit it to the others. They'll just use it against me because it was used against me before. I looked down to the ground them back up to the door, where I saw Canada standing. His eye's were wide and he stood there still. Probable shocked that I'm still alive. I began to pull some of the IV's out. "I don't need this."

"Y-Yes, you do. Alfred, keep them in." Canada quickly came over to me and stopped me from what I am doing.

He looked as if he didn't sleep for days. I looked at his eyes. They looked baggy and dark. "Fine." I stopped trying to pull out the tubes that were attached to me. Realizing that he's been worried sick about me. "Alfred ..." Canada looked down to the ground as he trailed off. After a moment of mumbles from him, he looked up to me with watery eyes. "Why?"

I knew this question was coming but I was still shocked to hear it so early. I looked away, thinking of the possible answer for what I have done. Really, I couldn't exactly explain why to Matty. I wanted everything to stop ... the pain ... the memories of him. The one that died that one night, the one that tortured me for years after years. England ... Arthur, he was the one that won the Revolutionary War, not me. He kept me locked up and hurt me in every way he could from his ability. I've forgiven him, silly for me to say but I have. I love my brother, he loved me as a brother too. I could still see it in his eyes, even if they were filled with evil. I snapped out of my thoughts, turning my head back to Canada, I answered him. "I don't want to lie to you but I don't want to tell you the truth either."

His eyes widen in disbelief. "America, you ha-" I cut him off.

"Don't call me America!" I screamed as I put my hands over my ears. I hate that name ... America! I don't want to be that. I don't want to be anyone. I want to be nothing. That's the reason why I jumped in the first place.

He grabbed my hands and removed them from my ears. "Sorry, I forgot. But Alfred I wanna know why."

I stared at him for a minute. "I-I" I was going to tell him a little bit of the truth but France walked in. He came right up to me bed. He looked angry, upset, but releaved at the same time. "Canada, can you give us a minute?"

"Sure." Canada got up and left the room that I woke up in.

"America, what were you thinking?" France outburst as Canada shut the door. "I can't believe you did that! I leave you home alone for one night and I find you on the ground in the middle of the night!" He started to breath hard as he yelled at me.

Tears rolled down my face within seconds after the yelling. Since Arthur died, France knew something was wrong with me. He knew I would have problems letting go or whatever he calls it. He knew that this could happen and yet, he still killed my brother. ... So many things I wanted to say at once. "Stop calling me America!" I hated telling France everything. He makes me tell him what's going on with myself, he's even having me live with him till he thinks I'm better. I'm fine though, I have my special reasons to act like this. I jumped out of my hospital bed but instead of running away like I planned. I fall instantly to the ground in unexplainable pain. My legs gave out before I took a step, my tubs and IV's flew out of my somewhat bloody skin, I was gripping onto my bed to keep myself from falling anymore. My eyes watered, realizing that I was trapped in here till I healed.

France walked to me and crouched down to my level. "You see what you have done to yourself?" He questioned me.

I nodded slightly, I just want back up in my bed now. Afraid that he might hurt me. I closed my eyes as he stood up next to me. I shivered with fear at the thought of him hurting me. I then felt a pair hands on my waist. I opened my eyes to look at him. I gave an unsure smile. I then got back into my bed with his help. ... I think I've pushed his limits a little to far but I'm thankful that he doesn't exactly slap me for messing up either.