So, possibly the only reason I'm writing this right now is because Megavideo won't let me watch anime for an hour xD so I'm contenting myself with writing a fanfic~ Enjoy!
America sat still for a long time, eyes glued to the screen in front of him. Characters flashed past through a half-woven plot, but he wasn't focused enough to catch on to what was happening. His stomach ached and, though he had eaten four times to try and rid himself of the ache, there was no curing it. His head pounded mercilessly. It was a feeling he had never known before. The oddest part of it all was his nose. His nose dripped lazily and, no matter how hard he tried to rid himself of the pool of mucus collected in his nose, it always settled back.
America watched the television fervently, hoping to distract himself. His struggles came to no avail. The feeling he was experiencing was, if not discouraging, annoying. He couldn't shake it. His heart pounded in his chest as he wondered what it could possibly be. He felt pathetic. And a hero should never be pathetic.
"What should I do?" He asked Tony. "I've never felt like this be-be-," America's words were interrupted by an earth-rattling sneeze. "-fore…" America sniffled.
America's alien friend, Tony, gazed back silently.
"You're absolutely right!" America pumped his fist, "I'll call England!"
Tony blinked and focused his large pupils on the television screen, ignoring America's chatter.
America picked up his phone and dialed England's number absentmindedly. He twirled the phone's cord in one hand and watched the television. His nose dripped, but he ignored it as he awaited England's answer impatiently.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW EARLY IT IS!" England's yell echoed through the room and through America's already-pained head.
"Ow…" America winced. "England, I need your help."
"My help? You need my bloody help? With what, dare I ask?" America held the phone away from his ear as England's voice snapped through the line.
"I think I'm dying." America blinked.
England's voice settled down to little more than a whisper then. "…What?"
"England, I'm dying." America's voice shook as his words sunk in.
The thought only occurred to him just then, but it made sense to America. He had never felt this way before. He couldn't imagine the feeling being anything less than Death riding on his shoulders.
"America?" England asked quietly.
"Yes?"
"I'm coming right over."
oOo