A/N: Hey everyone! I'm back with another funny drabble! I really should be working on a completely different yaoi fic right now but this idea just embedded itself in my brain and hatched a bunch of plot bunnies that wouldn't leave me alone! But I'll explain more about where this idea came from later! Just sit back and enjoy the utter uselessness of this fic! Thanks and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or anything associated with it. I'm just a fangirl with nothing else better to do in my spare time. Also Jason Mraz owns the song Remedy and the lines I used for the title of this fic. Oh yeah, I also don't own the brands mentioned in this or any other fic.

If you Got the Poison, I Got the Remedy

As soon as he found out his Iggy was sick again he ran to his house immediately at practically the speed of sound.

"Aww, poor Iggy! Don't worry! The Hero will help you!" The personification of the United States of America flashed his former guardian and current boyfriend a very heroic (or at least in his eyes it was!) smile and thumbs up to the bed ridden country.

"It better not be one of those bloody hamburgers you put on my head like last time!" Said the sharp tongued Brit in between his sickly pants.

"Nah, dude! I've got something better!" He said as he ran into the kitchen and didn't return for another half an hour. During that time England was dosing in and out of consciousness completely unaware of what was about to happen.

America crept in slowly to find England is still asleep. Being as careful as he ever will be in his life, he slowly places the bowl with the remedy that was supposed to help "Fix" England on top of his forehead while he was still half asleep.

England starts to feel a slight burning sensation, but being half asleep means he didn't notice as quickly as he would have if he were awake. The sensation grew hotter, however, and slowly started to bring him back to consciousness. As soon as it started to burn he was quickly awaken from his half asleep daze and screamed when a warm liquid awaited him once he sat up.

"What the bloody hell is this!" He screamed, wiping away the liquid enough so he could see America standing there with his idiotic, as usual, grin.

"Its Chicken Noodle Soup! I even made sure to get the quality kind! Progresso!"

"Why on earth would you put a bowl of that stuff on my forehead!" He said, flicking off a crinkle-cut piece of carrot off his cheek.

"Its supposed to make you feel better!" He said, as oblivious as ever.

"Yes….When you EAT IT!" He yelled.

"Aww, Well here, let me get that for you!" He said cheerfully as he walked over to the bed and proceeded to lick the broth off his face.

Epilouge

Tony was playing a video game when he heard the door open and close and feet shuffling into the kitchen.

"Whoa! What the fuck happened to your eye!" He asked in that strange alien voice of his.

"Dude, I don't wanna talk about it." America said as he went in the freezer to find an ice pack for his black eye.

The End

Tada! And there you have it! Yeah story has virtually nothing to do with the song. I just like it! And if it isn't clear what happened to his America's eye, well Iggy punched him. ^-^; It was weird because inspiration for this story came up today in class (AP Govt prep summer course that is -_-) when were walking down the halls and it smelled like chicken soup for some reason. We were at a college and was no where near a dinning hall. I never did find out where that smell came from… Oh well! Yeah I should be working on another story entirely but I wrote this in class so might as well post it, right? Check out my other stories, you'll probably like them and please Rate and Review please! Thanks!