Ch. 1

Prussia smiled evilly as he entered a room in the Königsberg Castle to reveal a room with a giant library filled to the roof with books. "It's time, Cuba!" a dark hefty skinned man came out from a book row and sighed. "What is it gran hermano?"(big brother) Prussia smiled wider and practically ran up to Cuba and put his arm around his shoulders. "Cube my old pal, it's time for us to make our move"

Cuba sighed "estás hermano de algunos de los grandes tan estúpido" (you're so stupid sometimes big brother) America is not dead cabron" Prussia frowned "I think you just called me an ass" Cuba rolled his eyes "Like I said America is-"

"Weak" Prussia said happily. "What makes you think that?" he removed his arm and walked up to a book and picked it out. "West has been talking about how America is really weak and that he hasn't been showing up to the meetings"

"Why is he so weak?" Prussia shrugged as he flipped through the book. "But I'll take it and here's the things we'll use" he showed Cuba the pictures and Cuba smiled "That's dark Prussia" Prussia chuckled "Yeah West was pretty crazy during WW II but his experiments are something to be admired"

"So are you going to do that to America" Prussia closed the book "Some of them, I want him alive when I take over the world" he said walking back to the entrance. "You better get prepared Cuba, we have a busy day tomorrow at the World Conference" Cuba sighed "I guess" then he disappeared into another shelf. Prussia smiled. Thank goodness he wasn't the only one who hated the young energetic America.

"Aaachhhooooo" America tried to inhale but his nose was too clogged. He started coughing and inhaled through his mouth. He rarely got sick but with everything happening in his home, He shivered from the cold, despite being under 3 blankets. He slowly sat up as a wave of nausea hit him. He felt something rise in his throat and the next thing he knew he had thrown up his breakfast, which was only oatmeal, all over his blanket. "3, 2, 1"

"ARE YOU OKAY AMERICA!" England yelled barging into the room. "Just a little vomit England" Crap round 2. He leaned over the other side and barfed some more. He wiped his eyes as his stomach heaved nothing. He felt tears falling down his face. He didn't mind a little fever of 105 but vomit was the worst. England ran to his side within seconds and put a bucket under his face.

"If you have to do vomit, use this" America looked up at a blurry vision of England's worry filled face. "I'm fine"

"FINE? YOU JUST VOMITTED TWICE!" America threw up "make that 3 times" America heard someone enter the room and rush to his other side. "Mon Dieu,. Êtes-vous amerique d'accord?" (my goodness, are you okay America?) America smiled weakly "I don't understand French" France smiled "Are you okay

America?" America nodded "I feel much better after that" he sat up, with England's help. Ever since he got sick England hadn't left his side. France ended up coming after awhile and even Russia and China had stopped by to ask how he was but England was over reacting to everything and it was annoying America. "Dude I'm fine" America said removing England's arm from his shoulders.

"Fine? You're far from fine America" America rolled his eyes. "I'm sick, not dying" Shit. He saw England's face go to pure horror. He sighed "I'm sick nothing more" England relaxed a little and America knew that this was going to be a long recovery. "Why don't we get those filthy sheets off?" France said carefully removing the stained sheet. America shivered again and was quickly covered by another blanket.

"England, I appreciate you doing all this for me but you need to leave sometime" England shook his head "You idiot, I'm not leaving until you're back to normal" America looked at France "Mind leaving with him? I really need some time alone and by that I mean me and my house…not to be rude" France smiled "I understand America, Angelterre let's get going"

"HELL NO YOU FROG! LET ME GO!" France waved as he dragged a struggling England out the door. America listened intensely until he heard the front door shut. "Finally" he got up and leaned against the wall for support. Damn the spinning room. He waited till the room got steady and continued his way down to his door. He finally made it out of his room and continued down the stairs.

"Why did Tony have to leave before all of this?" he moaned to himself, remembering his alien friend. If Tony was here he would have helped him through this place. "No! I need to get better! There's a meeting tomorrow!" he made it to his living room and collapsed on the couch panting and sweating. "Great Job dude, you made it down here!" he complemented.

He stood up, this time without the room spinning, and headed into his kitchen to see tea cups everywhere. "Geez England, clean up much" he used his little strength to pick up the cups and put them into the sink. "Need some help?" America groaned as a fairy, wearing a blue sparkly dress and matching shoes, appeared in front of him. "You're an illusion of my fever" the fairy sighed "I want to help"

"I don't need help!" he felt the room spinning and quickly closed his eyes until he passed. He opened his eyes and the fairy was gone "Good"

"Good what?" the fairy asked on the table now. America held his head "How does England put up with you guys. Go away fairy illusion" the fairy huffed angrily "I just want to help!" America sighed "I'm sorry, I'm just feeling really bad" the fairy smiled "I'm aware, I'm here to watch you while England's away" America rolled his eyes "That guy worries too much"

The fairy nodded "he does but it's only because he cares" America poured himself a glass of water "yeah" he drank a sip then put the glass down. Water made him feel better but too much and he would vomit again. "Hey, if you're a fairy, think you could make me better?" the fairy shook her head "Figured" he walked to the table and sat down. "You should go back to bed"

"Hmpf no way dudette, I've been up there too long" the fairy smiled "Well I have to agree with you there" she suddenly flew up and stared at the window. "What?"

"Someone's coming"

"Who?"

"I don't recognize him at all" America swallowed "Um, what does he look like?" America felt his stomach tighten and he heart speeding up. "He had short black hair and he's wearing a weird dress thing"

"What?...is he small sort of, girlish figure?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

America smiled "It's a friend" he slowly got up and headed to the door. "Wait a second America, you shouldn't do that" she said flying after him. "Relax dudette, I got this" he unlocked the door and opened it to reveal Japan