This idea came to me in a dream! Which is not nearly as crazy as it sounds! This one is going to be sad though, so if you have a problem with sad endings, then maybe you shouldn't read it...
And I don't honestly think this could happen, except in extreme circumstances. Gemina is helping me with this one because she's a good sister and I love her. ^^
I don't own Hetalia! end /AN/
England could only feel an empty sadness in his chest as they eased the door open, the silence in the house almost morbid in and of itself. He didn't want to see what he knew he was going to find, but he knew he couldn't just leave him that way.
No one was in the living room, and France murmured that America couldn't have made it up the stairs, so he had to be on this level.
The group moved slowly into the dining room, but it was empty too. Dishes sat unwashed on the table, and there were shards of dinnerware flecked with blood on the floor. A plant had been knocked down from its place on the window sill, though it was long dead, so it hardly made any difference.
England could only feel his dread building as they moved into the kitchen, which surely would be the worst of the rooms. He was quite right.
The cupboards had been completely emptied, and pots and pans were strewn across the floor. It appeared that bedding of some kind had been stuffed into the largest cupboard, and England's heart fell as he pulled back the blanket. But no, there was nothing there either, and England felt a brief relief until he remembered what he would end up finding.
There was only one room left on this level, as several members of the group knew. The den, America's favorite room.
It was also a mess, with pillows and games thrown everywhere, and it appeared that the game system had been broken. The corners of several of the pillows appeared to been chewed on extensively.
It was then that England spotted a tiny form, lodged in between a small table and the couch. He felt his heart give a lurch, and leaned over, carefully easing the still body out from its hiding spot. The other nations were watching with solemn expressions as England held the small form close, stroking its head.
France put a hand on England's shoulder sympathetically. "Angleterre, you shouldn't hold his body so close... It might make you sick." England ignored him, shaking his head.
He'd never thought such a thing was possible... But it had happened right in front of their eyes. In the course of a month, America had been utterly destroyed.
One month earlier....
England was awakened by a phone call in the middle of the night. What kind of idiot called in the middle of the night?!
"Hi England! It's America!" Of course it was, who else could it have been? England glared at the phone. "What do you want, you bloody wanker? What are you thinking, calling me in the middle of the night?! I was sleeping!"
"Oh. Sorry. Well, anyway, I just wanted to let you know there's been a kind of accident at my place..." America said, sounding slightly awkward. England raised his eyebrows. "What kind of an accident, America? What did you do this time?"
"Well, it's not a huge deal, but a supervirus was kind of released by mistake, so everyone over here is going to get a really bad case of the flu... I'm closing off my borders so it doesn't spread. I thought you might like to know," America said earnestly, and England could detect a hint of nervousness in his tone.
"Fine then. Don't do anything stupid and make it worse, okay?" England said, voice only very slightly concerned. America was too big to fall from the flu, after all. It would pass, and then things would get back to normal.
"Of course I won't! I should be better in a month or so, so see you then!" America hung up the phone abruptly, without waiting for England's goodbye. Which was just as well, considering what England had had in store for him.
England grumbled, getting back into bed. Of course America couldn't have waited until morning... Did he do everything just to be annoying or something? Well, at least if America had the flu, they would be able to get things done at World Meetings instead of listening to his ideas all the time. Or maybe they could just an intelligent talk, England thought, forgetting that there were plenty of other unreasonable people who came to world meetings.
In any case, he'd prefer to go to bed now. He'd rather not worry over America's problems just now, the superpower should have no problem getting out of it. He'd learn to be more careful from now on, if anything.
/AN/ Anyway, in case you couldn't tell, this isn't historically based. It's a future one, but not certainly not a likely future, in my opinion. America's calling everyone to let them know he's sick now...
Also, I just wanted to take a moment to salute any one of my readers who haved finished a chemistry course. It is difficult, and I fear I shall fail it!