America opened his eyes and grinned. Just a few more days and it would be his birthday. First, though, he had sworn to do something for his brother's birthday. What could he get Canada? Maple syrup? No, he got him that last time.

America shrugged and jumped out of bed. He stretched and rolled his eyes when he saw England had gotten clothes out for him, again. America knew it was necessary some days, though so he put them on along with his glasses. After quickly running a comb through his hair, he put on his glasses and hurried down stairs. When he got to the bottom if the stairs, he slowed his steps.

America quietly walked to the kitchen and peeked inside. There was England as usual, sitting at the table and drinking his tea. America grinned and began walking quietly up to him. He raised his hands and took a deep, but quiet breath, when...

"You know I heard you on the stairs, right?"England asked, not looking up from the newspaper he had.

"Aw, man! Not cool!"America whined, walking around the table and sitting on the other side of the table.

England just chuckled in reply, turning to another page. America looked over and, finding the news boring, began to make himself breakfast. First he got all the things he needed, then he got eggs, sausages and bacon from the fridge. England always said that such a greasy breakfast was as bad as his hamburgers, but it was all to easy for America to coax him into trying some. After a minute the sound of sizzling food filled the air and America took an appreciative sniff.

As he cooked, America though over the last few months. It really was nice living with the one loved, especially since he still needed help sometimes. Some days he'd wake up and wonder how someone as amazing as England could love him. Those were the days when England would have to get him out of bed and take care of him the rest of the day, doing his best to show America he loved them. After it was over, America would do whatever England wanted to show how grateful he was.

"You know... You don't need to get me clothes everyday."America said nonchalantly as he sat back across from England.

"Oh, right. S-sorry. It's a bit of a habit, I suppose."England took a sip of tea to hide his blush.

"You're so cute when you blush."America cooed as he started eating.

"What! I am not cute!"England protested, blushing darker.

"Nah, you're right. You're not cute."England watched as America got up and walked around the table, bending down behind him to whisper in his ear."You're sexy as hell."

America kissed said appendage and watched with a grin as it turned red. He walked back to his seat and started eating as if nothing had happened. England sat there with a dumbfounded look on his face before shaking his head and taking an awkward sip of tea, his face as red as one of Spain's prized tomatoes. America mentally patted himself on the back, then remembered his plans.

"Oh, I just remembered. I'm probably gonna be out for awhile today."America said.

"If it's for Canada's birthday, it's fine. He should be getting new hockey equipment from us on his birthday."England was calm now and sent America a small smile from behind his cup.

"Alright! That means I can spend the day planning!"America fist pumped happily.

"Ah, well..."England became flustered, turning the cup between his hands."About your birthday. I-if you don't mind, I kind of had something planned."

"You... You're coming?"America asked, amazed.

"If you'd like."England looked away, scratching his cheek.

In answer America bounded out of his seat and to England's, picking him up with a hug and spinning him around. Eventually he put the older nation down, but didn't let go, choosing to nuzzle his neck affectionately. England smiled and patted his head. The days he was like this were the best. He hated the down days, as they called them, with a passion.

Whenever he walked into a room to find America staring blankly at the floor or wall, England felt like his heart stopped and would only start again when America seemed to notice his presence and looked up at him. He hated the rest of the time taking care of him, because sometimes he knew it made America feel even worse. Still, England would take care of him and wouldn't protest too much when America would drag him around town to make it up to him. Even if America didn't do that, he'd still take care of him. He swore he would never abandon him.

The few days before his birthday consisted of America trying everything he could to make England tell him what the plans for his birthday were. England staunchly refused, telling him 'it wouldn't very well be a surprise if I told you, now would it'. By the third day, America had given up and instead sat whining about how waiting for his birthday when he planned it himself wasn't nearly as bad. England just laughed and patted his head in reply. Still, America was extremely happy that England was even going to be there.

When America woke up on the morning of his birthday, he grinned brightly and turned to wake up England. To his disappointment his British lover was already out of bed. The sadness didn't last long and America jumped out of bed, hurrying to put on his clothes, obviously including his bomber jacket. He rushed down stairs and didn't bother trying to be quiet as he skidded into the kitchen. To his surprise England was once again no where in sight. He heard something from the living room and hurried over there to find something completely unexpected.

"Ve, ciao America! Buon compleanno!"Italy greeted, sitting by his annoyed looking brother on the couch.

"Oh. Hey, Italy. Hey, Romano. What are you guys doing here?"America asked, waving awkwardly.

"The damn eyebrow bastard said we had to keep you distracted today, so you get to come out with us."Romano answered, folding his arms.

America laughed and agreed to go out with them. First, they went to an authentic Italian restaurant, despite America's demands for McDonald's. Italy and Romano payed for the food, then dragged America to the next spot. They spent a couple of hours walking through the mall, then went into an arcade. After trying a few games they found that America was best at the shooting games, Italy was the luckiest with games of chance and Romano excelled at Dance Dance Revolution.

After that they got some lunch at the food court, then went window shopping and they even got Romano to play with the toys with them. America even ended up buying some legos to continue building his lego city. Finally, Romano checked his watch and announced it was time to go. America grabbed both their hands and pulled them out of the mall. When they got to the car, Romano hit him over the head in retaliation.
At the house, America jumped out of the car and ran into the house. He was confused when he saw nothing out of the ordinary. The Italian brothers walked in after, Romano shaking his head and Italy giggling. Italy grabbed his hand and Romano pushed him from behind, leading into the backyard. The moment the door opened, America was disoriented by a sudden blast of confetti and the word 'surprise' being yelled in various languages.

America's eyes widened when his mind registered what it was seeing. His backyard had been turned into a party paradise. There were torches set in a loose circle to keep mosquitoes away when it got late, a table covered with food, another one with his stereo system set up, streamers hung in his trees and bushes and a group of countries with England smiling shyly at the front. America stumbled outside as Romano pushed by him and him and Italy joined the crowd. Including the three already mentioned were, France standing with his arm around Canada, Russia towering over China, Prussia leaning on Germany's shoulder the best he could and Japan standing calmly by Spain.

"So, what do you think?"England asked, walking up.

"It's a smaller crowd than usual,"America began, making England scowl."But it's totally awesome."

"Let's get this party started!"Prussia yelled suddenly, making the countries close to him cringe.

America agreed wholeheartedly and the stereo was turned on full. England shook his head fondly as America whooped and headed straight to the food, but followed the American. The nations ate and danced and talked with America in the middle of it all. England had half expected to be pushed aside in the excitement, but America surprisingly kept him by his side the whole time. At one point he even convinced the smaller nation to dance with him.

When the music suddenly stopped and Germany called everyone to attention, America watched with confusion as all the nations moved to stand around the only clear table. England smiled gave him a supportive smile, then lead him to one end of the table and sat him down before moving to the other side. The other nations sat while England stayed standing.

"America, as I said, I had something very special planned today. This party was part of it, but now we'll show you the most important part. Every country here knows about the troubles you went through recently, some more than others, and we have all decided to support you. To show you how much we care, we've prepared a few words for you."England sat down then and Canada stood up.

"First, I'm going to say happy birthday, bro. Once again you're another year older and, of course, your party beats mine. Though, not much."Canada paused for a moment and smiled at France."When I first heard about how you were doing at the world meeting, I thought, no way. There's no way in hell my brother, my strong, older, super power brother, who was always happy, could let himself get like this. It was proved to me when I found you passed out in an alley in London."Canada paused for a moment, remembering how his brother looked, dirty, wet and utterly defeated."I was relieved beyond words when you opened your eyes. However, that relief changed quickly to worry when you were so... empty the following days. And when England told us to take you away, that he couldn't take care of you, I was mad beyond words. After that, I realized how amazing England was and how much he loved you to make taking care of you look so easy. When he came in the middle of the night to see you, I was ridiculously happy to hear you yelling at him."Canada chuckled wetly as he teared up."At that moment your angry, upset voice was the most beautiful I had ever heard. Now, even if you're not completely healed, you're getting there. I couldn't ask for anything better than that. I'll always be here for you, bro, even if you don't like it."Canada sat down, wiping away tears, and France stood, patting his shoulder.

" Joyeux anniversaire, Amérique. Another year older and still just as beautiful."France started off with a wink, earning a glare from England and chuckles from America, Spain and Prussia."I have known you as long as Anglettere has. I fought with him over you and then, if I am being honest, helped you become free to get back at him. Still, those were not my only intentions. As soon as I realized the way you felt for him, I knew you had to become equals. As the years passed and I noticed how far Anglettere kept you from him, I bemoaned his stubbornness. Because, even if he didn't realize it, I could see that he was falling in love with you and fighting it every step. When I learned of your condition, I was concerned, but not overly surprised. After all, I got the same way for awhile after I lost my dear Joan and Anglettere himself was like that when you left. When the one you love is gone or you believe they want nothing to do with you, it can't be a very hard thing to bare."To a few countries' surprise, England actually looked ashamed at the mention of Joan D'Arc."When I learned England was the main cause, I knew there were two things you needed. Anglettere and to have life brought back to you. Then you two ridiculous lovers proved me wrong by yelling at each other and falling asleep together, somehow fixing everything."France looked annoyed and a few countries laughed."Still you are getting better and I am happy for that. I will always do my best to help you, no matter what."

After France was Russia. Even though it started good, the burly man wished him a happy birthday and, to America's happy surprise, thought if him more as a sparing partner than an enemy, things eventually went downhill. The two got so mad that everyone feared another fight and skipped to China who lectured him about being more mature. Then Italy was next and he eventually started rambling about pasta, which made Germany shut him up. The strict nation wished him a happy birthday and told him to be strong.

Romano was next and he just said something about him being 'not too much of a bastard'. Spain laughed and wished America happy birthday, cheerily offering his help if America should need it in the future. Next was Prussia who skipped the well wishes and told him to continue being awesome even though he'd never be as awesome as him. Germany sent his brother a glare, making the albino laugh obnoxiously before sitting down. Japan stood up next, wishing him a happy birthday and politely offering his support, though he grew a bit scary when he asked for the latest games he'd let America try. Finally, it was England's turn.

"Well, first of all, happy birthday, love. I have to say, you really have grown up wonderfully. I can't deny how proud I am of you."England smiled, a light blush on his face."This is the first time I've been to one of your birthdays and I really wanted to make it special. Judging by the look on your face, I believe I did a good job. Even though thinking of you revolution still hurts a bit, I think I understand your reasons better and I've come to accept it. After all, we wouldn't be were we are to day if that hadn't happened. The only thing in our past I regret is causing you so much pain. When I found you in your room that day, my heart broke in a way it never had before."England grew teary eyed at the thought."Even though I didn't know why at that time, I was determined to help you. Even though it was hard and a bit strange at times, I kept on. But when I learned it was my fault you were like that, my heart broke again. After all, how could I be good for you when I caused you so much pain? It took causing you more pain to finally realize that even though you're most vulnerable to the ones you love, they're the ones who keep you strong. I promise to stay by you and keep you strong, no matter what. Even if we end up on different sides of a war, I will continue to love you. I'll love you forever, even if you come to hate me. I'll always be here for you, America."

By the end of the speech, tears were rolling down many nations faces. America wiped away his own and walked around the table to hug England, who was also crying. Next he wrapped his arm around Canada pulling him into the hug.

"T-thanks you guys."America addressed the whole group."You have no idea how much this means to me."

After that, a sobbing Italy and a teary eyed Spain joined the hug. Prussia actually laughed in a way that wasn't annoying and clapped him on his shoulders. Russia smiled in a none creepy way and tapped America lightly on the head with his pipe while China wished him good fortune. France gave him a rather flowery, literally, congratulations, while Japan and Germany stood st the edge of the group, smiling slightly. So, maybe America wasn't healed, maybe his relationship with England wasn't perfect and maybe America had the strangest friends ever. All in all, he figured he was a pretty lucky person.

Here is the epilogue. I hop you like this wonderful chapter and that it is fluffy enough for you. The things I wanted the most out of this was to show how even though he's getting better, he's not completely there yet. Second was fluff. Cause who doesn't want fluff? So, once again, France kinda became the comic relief. Really, it's just so easy for me to right him that way. ^_^ Well, this is it. Broken is officially finished. There will be nothing else to do with it. I think it's been wrapped up in a nice neat little bow. If you guys have any ideas for another good fic you'd like me to write, I'd be more than happy to hear it. I don't think I'll be able to think of anything as good as this for awhile. That's all! Bye guys and thanks for reading my story!