USUK: Things never Change: Chapter 1 (Rough Starts)
Cough cough. Pounding head ache, scratchy and sore throat, exhausted and body aching. England slowly got out of his bed as all his symptoms slowly came and took their toll. He had felt like he was getting sick a few days ago, but he stubbornly ignored it, which was not the best choice at all. He was paying for it now.
He slowly got dressed simply, pants and a dress shirt, he didn't feel like putting anything else on. It was morning, he wouldn't shower, he didn't have a appetite so he wouldn't eat, he was tired but he wouldn't drink his morning tea, nothing was working for him today. The worse part was he had to go to a whole day world meeting… hooray.
He slowly went down the stairs, almost falling down them, and tried to find his keys on the front door table. It wasn't the best idea to be driving like this was it? Apparently, he didn't care and managed to drive to the meeting place, at least it was in London instead of Beijing or Moscow or somewhere where he would have to take hours to get there. Maybe luck was on his side?
Then again, probably not.
The meeting was the usual, complete and utter ruckus. Everyone was loud, only making his head ache worse. France annoyed him and tortured him, but he was too sick to even put up an argument. America's laughter made him feel like his head was going to explode. Eventually, he put his head in his arms and fell asleep on the edge of the table. He didn't do that often, maybe one or two times out of his entire life, he was just so bloody tired.
He woke up to someone shaking him. He peeked up and everyone was gone, the meeting had ended and he had slept for most of it, only actually awake for the first twenty minutes. He looked at whoever it was who woke him up. Canada stood there with a hand on his shoulder and Kumajirou by his side.
"England. Are you okay?" He asked with a worrying tone. England blinked a few times and finally woke himself up completely. He moaned and sat up in his chair. "England?"
"Hm? Y-yes I'm fine." England yawned. "I um, fell asleep."
Canada giggled a bit, "I noticed. Do you want me to drive you home England? I believe your home is on the way to the hotel I'm staying at."
"That's not necessary, I'll drive myself home." England closed his unused notebook and stood up, "Thank you though."
"England please. It's no problem for me and you seem too tired to drive yourself home, I don't wanna see you get into an accident or something."
"I drove myself here, I can drive myself home."
"If you can't, you could end up hurting one of your citizens." Canada noted. Damn, got him there. England couldn't stand his people getting hurt over things he did, he wouldn't risk it.
"Alright fine, only because your insisting though."
Canada smiled. "Of course. Come on, lets get you home." He picked up Kumajirou and left for the parking lot, England following behind slowly.
The ride was short, England would of made a conversation with Canada but he was just too exhausted. Canada knew that and he drove in silence, not radio, no humming, simply focusing as England slipped in and out of consciousness, he kept falling asleep and every time the car stopped, he snapped out of it. Canada looked over and checked on him at almost every red light, he wanted to drive himself home?, he thought.
He pulled up to England's house and helped England out of the car. "I would stay with you but, I have a flight to catch."
"Huh? You said it was…"
The Canadian gave a little smile "Sorry, I lied." He went out of his way just to help me?, England thought. He liked that about Canada, always helping, but most of the time, he felt bad because he could never pay the Canadian the favor back. "Hold on one second," Canada took his luggage out of the car and dug into one of the pockets. He took out a bottle of pills and gave them to England.
"It's cold medicine." He said. "It should help with the head ache and any stuffiness eh?"
"O-oh. Thank you." England put the bottle in his pocket. "Thank you."
"No problem." Canada started to walk away.
"Your walking to the airport?"
"No, just to the town. I'll get a cab there, don't worry too much eh."
"Just be careful."
Canada smiled, "I will. Feel better." A few moments later, Canada was gone and England went inside.
It was a little past dinner time, it was getting dark out. He had went to the meeting at 10 o'clock. It ended at 5, it took another hour to get home, so he had slept for almost 8 hours, a full night sleep. But, he still felt exhausted. He took his shoes off and went into the kitchen. Dinner would be nice.
He took out a can of soup and poured it into a pot. He then took a seat at the kitchen table. He rubbed his temples and relaxed a little. His body was stiff, guessing it was from sleeping at the table. The soup cooked as he took out two pills and swallowed them, then gulped out a cup of water that was on the table. It wouldn't work right away, he knew that, but it would work.
He finished cooking his soup, slowly blew on and ate it, then put the bowl in the sink. He then slowly went up the stairs and to bed. He didn't really get undressed, he started too but his body wouldn't listen to him and he simply flopped onto the bed. He pulled the blanket up on him and got comfortable in the bed, even putting the pillow over his head to block out any possible sounds. After that, he simply fell asleep.
Hours later, sometime around midnight, he woke up for no reason. He moaned, moved around a bit, and tried to get back to sleep. Sadly, he could not, which was only frustrating as he moaned more and louder in his frustration. Suddenly, he heard a huge bang from downstairs. He jumped up in his bed and quickly got up. He heard a crash the next time. He reached into the nightstand draw and took out a revolver he had just in case anyone ever broke in, guess there was finally use for it.
He quietly slipped out of his room and went down the stairs, quiet as a mouse. He had his revolver loaded and ready to shoot. He turned toward the living room and saw a broken vase on the ground, he liked that one too. He carefully went in more and started hearing whining, a voice coming from behind the couch.
"oowwwww," it whined. England slowly approached the couch.
He quickly turned and pointed the gun at the "suspect".
"….Wait… Its you?" England said lowing his gun.
Thank you~
I do not own the characters used in this, nor do I own the anime they are from. This one is a little short, but its just a beginning, the next chapters would probably be longer.