Québec twiddled her thumbs in the hospital waiting room, occasionally glancing up at the worried faces of her family and her uncle's friends. On October 29, 2012 at about 8 pm Tropical storm Sandy hit the USA, causing damages worth at least fifty billion dollars. Sandy also mildly affected eastern Canada, including Québec. When some thing like this happens to a country, their corresponding personification is affected. Quebie and her Papa were fine for the most part, only getting mild colds from the incident. America was another story.
The 29th had been a relatively normal day. Everyone knew Sandy was going to hit America, but he wasn't worried because they said it was only class 1. That day he had decided to visit his brother and niece, bringing MC-y D's. The three were in the living room talking, laugh. Quebie had disassembled her burger, and ate it piece by piece. Canada had smothered his in maple. They were having a good time when America started coughing. And coughing. And coughing. His brother got up and checked to see if he was okay. Then America started coughing up blood and water. Quebie ran to call 911.
An hour later, Canada and Québec were in the hospital waiting room. As well, Britain, France, Japan, Germany, both Italys, Prussia, China and Russia, had all flown in. No one asked how they all had gotten there so fast, or why Russia was even there. Since America had been at Canada's house, the hospital he had been taken to was The Ottawa General Hospital. Everyone was very worried. No one spoke. Everything was quiet other than the sounds of the pacing Britain was doing, the sobs from Veneziano, which were muffled by Germany's shoulder, and a slight cough from the Canadians. Eventually, Quebie spoke up.
"Um, Japan-san…can I ask you something?" her voice sounding loud in comparison to the un-nerving quiet.
"Nani? Oh sule Québec-chan. What is it?" he seemed to have been lost in though and her question snapped him out of it.
"In 2011, when the tsunami hit, what was it like? I know the facts, but what were you feeling at the time?" she asked. Japan paused for a moment, the when China put his hand on his friend's shoulder Japan looked up.
"Well, in tluth, I was scaled. Not fol myserf, but for my peopre." His voice was barely above a whisper. This was on of the few times he showed any emotion. China gave Japan a hug. Everyone understood why she asked. It was quiet again. A few moments later, Britain spoke.
"We shouldn't be too worried. This is America after all. Knowing him, he will back on his feet in a week, yelling about being a hero and eating burgers 'til he's fat." There was a mumble of agreement. No one said anything else. At about midnight, a nurse came out. Everyone was asleep. She walked over to Canada and gently shook him a little.
"Excuse me. Are you Matthew Williams?" she asked in a quiet voice. He nodded. "Your brother asked for you." He carefully removed Prussia's head from his shoulder, and followed the nurse. When they arrived at America's room, Canada felt as if he was about to cry. America was very pale, and sweaty. His blue eyes seemed a shade or two darker, and he was hooked up to a pulse machine. That being said, America looked expectantly at his brother, and wore his signature goofy grin.
"Hey, bro. Sorry to wake you up so late. How is everything?" Canada smirked slightly.
"Everything's great. My obnoxious brother is in the hospital, so I don't have to deal with him right now."
"Wow, harsh." America commented with fake insult. The nurse walked away at that point.
"But really America, how do you feel?" she said, sitting next to his brother on the bed. Canada put is hand on his brother's, frowning at how cold it was.
"Like shit. Like someone hit me with a tropical storm." America chuckled, which turned into a cough. The Canadian's frown deepened. "How 'bout you?"
"I'm fine. Just a little cold. It's nothing."
"And the kid?"
"She's a little dizzy, and has a cold, but she's fine. She's really worried about you. Everyone is."
"Everyone?"
"Dad, papa, the former Allies, the former axis and their brothers. Even Russia came…for some reason." The two laughed, and this time Canada was the one who ended up coughing. The elder gave him a look. "I told you. I'm fine." Canada said firmly. America let it be. The two talked for a while, until the sick American fell asleep.