Hi! I'm aphfan101!

This is my first story and I'm really nervous. Hope you like it!

I do not own Hetalia.

After their vacation week, all the allies were on their way to a meeting. As America was walking to the conference room, he saw France. He hasn't seen France since he caught a cold. He ran towards the Frenchman.

"Hey France!" America shouted, "What's up dude?" France turned around. He knew the voice of his American friend very well.

"So, did you do anything during vacation," America asked, "or were you sick in bed too."

"Oui mon ami," France replied, "I caught your 'orrible cold."

"Uh...sorry dude," America responded with a shrug, "I know it was bad. I was coughing the whole week!"

"I 'ad it a lot worse," France said angrily, "I was throwing up the whole week!"

The two allies walked into the conference room. China and Russia were already there talking about their vacation. "I couldn't go anywhere," China told Russia, "my vertigo was so bad, I got dizzy everytime I tried to walk."

"Da, I had a 39 degree fever the whole week," Russia replied, "and I never get sick."

"Dude, how can you have a 39 degree fever!" America asked. He was shocked. "How was Russia still alive? What a creepy dude."

"America," France said laughing, "39 degrees celsius is like 102 degrees farenheit."

France and Russia were laughing histerically. America looked at them angry. "How the hell was I supposed to know that," America yelled at them, "I don't use that stupid metric system!"

France and Russia ignored him and continued to laugh. While America was yelling at them, China piped in.

"Has anyone seen England?" China asked with concern.

"Last time I 'eard from 'im he was bragging that he wasn't sick." France said in a snobby voice.

"He didn't catch the cold, lucky," Amercia added.

Just as America finished his sentence, England hobbled in coughing. He was more pale than usual, and looked like he hadn't gotten much sleep. He looked light-headed, and could barely walk. He plopped down on the floor, and closed his eyes. He had his hand against his head and sniffled.

"No, not lucky," England said in a sick voice, "I hab your stupid code." "I'm dizzy, I hab a fever," England complained, "I'm dired, coughing, sneezing-"Before England could finish, he was interuppted by a cough. The allies all stared at him worried. America gave England a big hug. He felt bad his British friend was sick. Afterall, it was his fault. He had spread this.

"Why don't you go home," America said sweetly, "we'll do this meeting another time."

"Really, thank you, but dhere's one more dhing," the brit said as he tried to get out of America's arms, "your jacket, it smells like fast food."

"Yea...so..." America said in confusion.

"France's nauseu," England said running to the toilet, "I'm gonna throw up."

Poor England. Here's some translation if you didn't understand:

hab=have

code=cold

dired=tired

dhere's=there's

dhing=thing

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-aphfan101

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