"Oi, England!"
America bust into England's room, pouting comically and folding his arms.
"What's with you ignoring me, huh! I haven't even pissed you off today!" America said.
"...Shuddup..." Someone mumbled.
America faltered, truly seeing his surroundings now. England's room looked perfectly ordinary, save for the untidy bundle of United Kingdom blankets on the bed. Huh. That's usually tidy. I'M supposed to mess England's blanket up... Well, seeing as how HE left it untidy, I'LL tidy it!
Grinning, America grabbed hold of the blanket and pulled, hard. A loud thump startled America, who was holding the blanket in his hands. What was that?
"Ow! What the hell was that for, you bloody wanker?!"
"England?" America blinked, staring at the blonde wincing man in pyjamas on the floor.
"Yes, it's me, you twit!" England yelled crossly. "And I'll be taking that!"
He took hold of the blanket in America's hands, and tried to take it back. Tried.
"England, I know I'm stronger than you, but that's just pathetic! Sealand can pull harder than that!" America teased, grinning cheekily. Scowling, England let go of the blanket and attempted to sit up, but ended up crashing down again and cradling his head in his hands. America blinked at England's strange behaviour.
"Hey, what's up?" America asked.
"Nothing." England replied shortly. America laughed.
"Says the dude who can't even sit up! Come on, tell! Otherwise I'll just keep doing this..." America said, and proceeded to poke England repeatedly, much to England's annoyance.
"I'm ill, alright? Stop poking me!" England shouted, feebly whacking America's hand away. America's face fell.
"Aw, my little England's ill!" America said, hugging England sympathetically. England glared at him.
"I'm older than you." England muttered, but America didn't appear to hear. Instead, his face lit up as he thought of something.
"I know! I'll take care of you! Doctor America to the rescue! I'll be your hero in your time of need!" America said excitedly, hugging England even harder, making him struggle to breathe. His angry protests were muffled in America's shirt, and America could only distinguish two words: 'Not...You...'
"Well, who else is there? Nobody else will take care of you as well as your hero!" America claimed. England looked at him witheringly.
"You don't even know what a cold is. Why don't you- achoo! -get France? At least that frog knows how to- achoo! -care for the ill." England suggested, wiping his nose.
"France isn't here, he's gone to Canada's for a while."
"China?"
"At Russia's place."
"Japan?"
"He's with the Axis somewhere."
England fell silent. America looked at him expectantly, smiling. England sighed in resignation.
"...Fine. But I do expect to be well by the end of your 'caring', America. Not worse off."
America grinned from ear to ear, his eyes shining. He hugged England happily, then stood up, his hands on his hips and his chest puffed out proudly.
"Never fear, your hero Doctor America is here! Armed with my trusty injection and sexy nurse's outfit, I'll save you! Wait... Scratch that part about the outfit... Unless you like sexy American nurses?" America added cheekily, trying to get England to laugh. They DO say laughter is the best medicine! Though personally, I think burgers are...
"Yeah, whatever. Just- achoo! -help me up." England muttered, holding up his arm tiredly. America blinked, stunned. Either he's really, REALLY, ill, or he actually likes sexy American nurses... Shrugging, America bent down and hoisted England up and over his shoulder, laughing at England's yelp of terror.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing, idiot?!" He yelled, weakly bashing his fists against America's back and kicking his legs wildly.
"Helping you onto your bed, of course!"
He knelt down beside England's bed and laid the angry Englishman onto it.
"Don't ever do that again." England growled. America threw the blanket over him, accidentally covering his face.
"Sorry!" America laughed, adjusting the blanket with a smile. England scowled, curling up into a ball and burying his face in the blanket. America tucked England in, cocooning his feet in the blanket so that they became warm.
"How about I read my patient his favourite story?" America suggested.
"And that would be...?" England asked warily.
"Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, of course!" America said. England was quiet, and then responded with '...Okay.'
"Alright, then here we go! Lemme just find it... Ah, here! Now let's delve into the magical world of Harry Potter... You ready, England?"
"Just get on with it, America." England mumbled.
"Alright, alright."
"'... News?' Asked Yaxley. 'The best.' Replied Severus Sn-"
"SNAPE DOES NOT SOUND BLOODY AMERICAN!" England yelled, looking horrified.
"Doctor America can't help being American!" America yelled back, pouting. England flopped back down onto his bed.
"Fine. Continue. Just... Try to sound more British, okay?" England requested. America nodded, a playful twinkle in his blue eyes.
"'News?' Asked Yaxley. 'The best, for that is the only sort of news befitting a British gentleman! Don't ever ask such a stupid question again, you bloody wanker! Now, go make me some hot Earl Grey tea with some bland, tasteless scones.' Replied Severus Snape." America read innocently.
"AMERICAAAA- ACHOO!"
A/N- Hi! :D Thanks for choosing to read about Doctor America and his (unfortunate) patient England!
This is my first time writing a Hetalia fanfic. The first time I tried to was on Independence Day. I was gonna write a real tearjerker about America leaving England. But then... Internet happened. Or... Failed to happen XD I wrote a whole load, but my internet broke down and I raged at the story for a while XD
So, I hope you decide to stick with this story! I hope it was good enough! ^.^' But be warned for sporadic updates... I have a tendency to do that. Hopefully I'll have some more updates for this story though! :D
Oh, and like I said, this can either be classed as UsUk romance, or UsUk friendship. I like both, so I couldn't decide which one to go for XD Take your pick!