Alfred woke up with a pounding headache. The memory from yesterday was a blur, did he drink last night?

He couldn't tell, but what he did know was that he wanted to get rid of this hangover ASAP. Alfred looked around, apparently he was sleeping on the couch, he forgot that he locked his room and hid his keys on his necklace. Maybe whoever carried him home gave up on finding Alfred an extra room and dumped him to where he was now. He reached out his hand to the coffee table where his glasses were located and put them on. The house was mostly quiet. Everyone else was still sleeping, save the people in the kitchen. Alfred carefully walked in. There he saw Leon and Yao talking to each other sipping tea.

"Good morning," he said as he grabbed the instant coffee.

"'Sup," Leon said while China just noded glaring at Alfred.
Alfred smiled. For some reason Yao blamed him for the way Leon acted. Maybe because the two hung out often.

"Hey Leon do you remember what happened last night? I can't seem to remember," he said. "When I woke up I was in my bed with a hangover. "

"Oh, Matthias and Gilbert passed around beer, when it was late we took the key from Francis and found everyone on the floor or wandering around."

Alfred blushed. How could he have let this happened, in fact why did he take the beer? He was underage for heaven's sake! "Then? Where did you find me?"

"I believe you were by some trees asleep," Yao said. "At least it was a lot better than Arthur, he was a pain to deal with aru."

Alfred smiled, he remembered how sometimes he had to carry the angry Brit back home.

"Sorry about that. Well, good thing today is a free day, everyone can just sleep away their hangover."

"I suppose but what do you expect us to do aru?" Yao asked.

"Um..." Alfred never thought out what to do today, he wanted to finish up some work with Tony about alien relationships with earth. "There's a zoo, I have some tickets I don't need you too can go or something. "
It was a weak suggestion but that was all Alfred could think of, he never got to really know Yao but one sure fact was that he loved animals.

"If you don't want it, I can take you to the movies or something..."
Yao just smile. "I'll take the ticket, thank you. What time does it open?"
Alfred looked over at the clock. "In an hour but you have to take a bus to get there so I suggest you should leave around now when there is less people."

Yao nodded and left the room while Leon gave Alfred a rare smile. "Thank you Alfred, we'll be back before dinner." As he walked off to Yao.

"No problem, Leon. See you soon!" He waved watching the two walk out of the door.

Alfred sighed as he opened one of the drawers and took out a box. He was glad that he had pills for a headache. He was planning on leaving them back at his apartment in New York but Tony insisted in case of an emergency. Now Alfred was going to have to call the alien to thank him.

More Nations came downstairs. Alfred handed them a pill and a bottle of water as they went back upstairs, most likely to go back to sleep.
Maybe Alfred should go back to sleep, the pill was starting to take effect. Alfred stumbled to the couch, grabbing the pillow laying down.

He yawned.

He hoped he could get a good sleep.

"You are pretty boring you know. Make friends with everyone, what are you a middle school kid?" America laughed.

"This is coming from a guy with two friends and a long waiting list of people who want you dead." Alfred's retort burned hatred in his eyes.
Right now he was standing in front of the person he hated the most. The person he wanted to kill.

America laughed again. "What makes you think that they are friends? For all you know they can be faking it, just like you when you made me."

"So what?" Alfred shouted. "I don't care, if they pretend they care. I don't mind. Besides at least I'm more likeable than a soda sipping dumbass like you."

"No, a soda sipping dumbass like us." America corrected. "As a nation, you are slipping. Haven't you felt what was going around? Why didn't you answer the call from your boss? While you were having fun...everyone else was..well I suppose you can see that for yourself. Face it Alfred. Without me you will fade before you have the chance to stab yourself with a knife. Have a good day." America laughed walking off.

Alfred looked down at the white floor. He blinked and looked around. Where was he? Was this like a part of his mind or something? Alfred also thought back to the words America said. Something was wrong with his country. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Focusing on the emotions of his citizens.

Red. That's all he couldn't see.
Screaming, crying, terror. Everywhere.

What happened to his country? What is going on? It was only a few days, who did this. Alfred screamed as a handful of citizens fell to the ground. Nearby a small body clutching a stuffed dog lay on the floor motionless. No this can't be. No ..no NO.
"Al."

His country is fine, this all must be a dream. Something that America set up so he will feel bad. That's it.

"-red."

But why won't it stop? Why can't he wake...

"ALFRED ."

Alfred gasped, opening his eyes, coming face to face with a worried Tino. He screamed and fell off the couch.

"Alfred! Are you ok!" Tino asked, helping the American up. Alfred groaned, as he heard laughter. He looked around. All the Nordics were around the couch. He was back at home. Not with America. So maybe all of that was a dream. Alfred closed his eyes and quickly opened them as soon as he heard screaming.

It wasn't a dream. He was dying.

"Hey Al, you ok?" Mathias asked. "You've been acting funny for a while now."

Alfred automatically nodded. "Just a bad dream," he didn't want to burden the Nordics.

"Alfred, you're crying," Berwald said.
Alfred hands went to his face. He was right, he was crying. Why?

Maybe it was because he was scared. Maybe because for once he didn't know if he would be able to wake up tomorrow. What will happen to his brother? His family? His country?
Alfred wanted to kill himself. That was the whole purpose of the vacation, a chance to redeem himself for what America did. But now for some reason feared death. Alfred didn't want to die, he was scared of what was going to happen next.
Alfred sniffed as he attempted to get the tears to stop.

"Big Brother, you can clearly see that he is not ok." Lukas said.

Alfred regretted what he did next.
He launched himself at Mathias, holding on to him as tightly as possible. "Don't let go,"he said sharply as he tightened his grip.

Mathias froze as he hugged the younger nation. "Alfred?"

He couldn't remember the last time he really hugged someone. It must have been before the Civil War. It felt nice and warm.

"So, Alfred what was that dream about?" Emil asked.

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it," he said as he pulled himself away."Anyone up for some games?"
Alfred wanted to forget that episode. He thought the Nordics would to so he spent the next 8 hours with them playing games. It was fun, Alfred really enjoyed it.

Emil won karaoke, while Lukas beat everyone in Just Dance. Alfred did well teaming up with Berwald in Fifa and Tino killed everyone in Band Hero. Mathias didn't win anything, but after Tino suggested playing monopoly, Mattias made sure that everyone payed for his hotel.
Alfred yawned at 11, maybe he should hit the hay early. He could hear America laughing at him.
Yup, he went to sleep so America would shut up.

"Well, I'm going to sleep, thanks for a great day, goodnight."
Everyone said goodnight, as Alfred started walking up the stairs.

"Wait Al." Mathias said.

Alfred looked down. "What's wrong?"

"If you need someone to talk to come to us alright."

"Ok!" Alfred smiled, walking back to his room. He look at the number at his wall and ripped all of it out.
"Who cares anymore?" he mumbled going up to his bed for a dreamless sleep.