My first fanfiction! Be easy on me.

This story is about England getting sick and being taken care by various nation. Yepp I love everyone x England obviously. In this chapter I decide to feature America!

WARNING : English is not my first language A.K.A my grammar sucks

Enjoy


(言Α言) Bloody Birthday ([∂]ω[∂])

It was the fourth of July and the day had started very well for America. Everyone was enjoying his birthday party at the huge, crowded park. The American nation was surprised when England came, dragging himself with a rather long cane and blood was gushing out his lips. The rainy nation even brought him presents! Though one of the present seemed off for him. Seriously, a floating collar -though the gentleman claimed it as a unicorn- would be unsettling for anyone, right? America laughed heartily to himself.

After chatting for a bit, England bid him farewell and went back to his home. 'Of course he won't be in the party until the end. Might be dangerous to walk so far with that cane though...' the bespectacled nation's thoughts was cut when a certain wine loving country called him from the distance. America grinned at him and casually jogged back to where everyone was.

"What are you doing, America? The star shouldn't leave his own party, you kno-" France paused mid sentence, "What is that?" he asked, pointing at the flying collar beside the American.

"Huh, oh errr... it's England's present. He said it's a unicorn hahaha!" the superpower laughed, scratching his head uncertainly as he tied the collar onto a nearby tree. "Errmm, y-you stay here, okay?" he chuckled nervously at the floating collar. France snorted.

"Hmph, he came huh? How rare..." the French nation said in thought and America chuckled but nodded in reply, "And what's with the creepy present, geez" he added, sighing distastefully. The American could only laugh again.

"So, where is he?" France said, looking all over the place for a certain island nation.

"He already went home" America answered as he started to snack on some donuts.

"Ahh, he's so hopeless!" the country of love huffed, "Well, enough about that stupid eyebrows. Let's enjoy ourselves and get some wine, non?" he invited, dragging the younger nation persuasively. America whined as he was dragged away from the donuts servings.

The party was going to be held all day and was going to end with fancy fireworks at night. America was very excited and was determined to have a blast on that day but things just didn't go according to plan. It was when he was chased by Romano and Canada who was throwing chunks of cake at him, because Prussia just had to start a crazy food war. The American was having fun with it though, until he had to hide because more nations were preying on him since he was the birthday boy.

America panted lightly as he rest his back on the nearby wall and sled down to sit on the ground. He finally managed to escape them all. Though he was already covered in frosting and mustard. The junk food-loving nation was hiding behind a random building that was near the exit of the park. He wanted to catch his breath first before going into the battlefield again. America snickered when he thought of jumping on the pool after the food war. 'Hmm, a splash party with everyone sounded fun' he thought as he was about to run back inside the park when *splish*

He stepped on a strange red puddle.

America blinked.

Red puddle...

*splish*

It sure was red...

...

Blue nervous pupils followed the trail of the puddle to find a familiar figure laying prone on a giant red pool... of blood obviously. "What the fuck?!" America yelped, jumping a feet on the air for a second. He immediately turned white when he realized someone had been murdered on his birthday party. America muttered a train of curses as he fearfully stepped closer to the possibly a corpse figure until a light of recognition came on to him. He would never forget the owner of that mop of blonde hair and the huge eyebrows.

"England?!" he gasped in shock. The American was instantly on the unconscious nation's side and he could see some red liquid oozing from the corner of the Brit's lips.

"Shit! H-hey, England, you okay, dude?" he asked, poking the motionless nation, "C'mon, dude, wake up! Wake up!" and England stayed immobile.

"Fuck"

He flipped the prone Englishman and laid him on the unstained ground. When he finally got a good look on the Brit whose front was painted red with his own blood, America cringed. The smaller blonde's complexion was incredibly paler than usual, but America was glad he still heard shallow breathing. "Oh my God... What do I do?" he whispered, holding his head in horror. He knew England's health was somehow affected on the fourth of July, but he didn't know it was THIS bad. This was the worst!

America was about to call a cab to bring him to the hospital when England stirred and opened his eyes. "...Ah...America...?" he called out.

"England! Oh my God! Are you okay? Geez, you just gave me a scare, y'now! Look how big that puddle of blood you made over there. I mean that's a lot of blood, man! Any normal human should've been dead-" the burger loving nation blabbered on, his arms flailing frantically beside him.

The Brit continued to passively stare at him, face expressionless. He opened his mouth to speak but what came out was a bloody cough. Literally.

"Holy shit!" the bespectacled nation screeched. He propped the English nation in a sitting position and started to wipe the blood all over his pale face with his handkerchief. "Oh shit, England. I mean, is this normal?!" he said in between wiping the blood of the other's face.

"I... I don't know..." England started to say before breaking out into weak chuckles.

"Wha- Why are you laughing?! This is serious!" the American scolded, fixing his crooked glasses nervously.

"You're covered in cream..." the Brit replied as his head began to sway sideways.

"Yeah, well, you're covered in blood!" America held him closer, so the other could lean on him, "See, you're unsteady. You've lost too much blood!" he exclaimed. The brit went silent for awhile as the American blabbered on and on.

"Dear me... I'm sorry, America..." England finally told him, eyes downcast in disappointment, "I wanted to celebrate your birthday... like everyone else..." he confessed, wheezing all the while. America melted at the confession.

"Well, that thought alone made me happy! You don't have t-" the younger nation reasoned but England continued to speak.

"I swear, I'm over this... this bloody date's curse-" he coughed more blood. The bespectacled blonde winced as the older nation struggled to contain the blood on his quivering hands.

America looked at him with a troubled, sympathetic face. He couldn't imagine what the smaller blonde went through to just get here from England. Was he even in condition to board a plane? How did he bring his presents? The Brit was obviously pushing himself through all that. Oh yeah, where was the cane he used when he came here earlier? Did he just randomly take it from a street? Can he still eat a burger? What if he can't? Oh, how horrible! Now that he mentioned it, he was quite hungry for some burgers. Okay, now he's starting to get off topic.

"Okay, just stop talking already! I'm bringing you to the hospital" he stated as he began to lift the English nation with his arms.

"No, no! It's fine, I'm fine!"

"No, you're not!"

"No- for heaven's sake America! Can I just rest in a hotel or something?" England requested, "This is... not that bad! It's normal for me... I think..." he trailed. America gave him an unconvinced stare.

"Just look at all those blood! Look at your clothes, man! That shit's anywhere but normal!" he berated the older.

"Look, I can't spend the day laying on the hospital!" England sighed. 'It makes me feel like a failure all the more...' he continued inwardly.

"But..!" the taller blonde argued.

"It will get better tomorrow, like always. I promise..." England mustered all his energy to look earnest at the other blonde.

America stared hard at him but surrendered when the smaller blonde finally looked away with a miserable, defeated look. Before he could reply though, he heard distant voices calling him. Seemed the food war was over.

"America!"

"America, where are you?"

"I'm sorry, was my party idea too awesome for you? Kesesesese~!"

*sounds of frying pan hitting*

"Stop hiding, we're done playing!"

"Come out already!"

"America?"

Immediately, England gripped America's suit to get his attention. The bespectacled blonde looked at him in response. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Well, I... I don't want them to know I'm here... like this!" England muttered, "Go and continue your party, lad... I'll go get a cab to-" he suggested but America begged to differ.

"Oh, no you don't!"

"Ameri-"

"I can't leave you here like this! What kind of hero would that make me?!"

"Oh bloody hell- This is not the time-"

"What hotel, dammit!"

"Ugh... listen to me for once, will you?"

"No! I'll let you stay at my house. C'mon, I'll take you there"

"Agh, you're-"

England sighed in defeat when the taller blonde lifted him up and began jogging out the park, leaving him no choice but to dangle on the American's arms. America called a cab and put the Brit on the backseat gently. The driver was all but calm when he got a good look at his passengers. Both nations understood though, with one of them covered in cream and sauces and the other with blood. Anyone would freak out. "Whoa, are you alright, sirs?" he asked, glancing nervously at his two occupants.

Since England gave the American nation a look that said 'If you take me to the hospital, I'll kill you', America quickly offered the driver an assuring grin and told him that they'll be fine. He stated a destination and the cab departed. On the way to his house, America made use of the time to announce his temporary departing from the party to his friends. He excused himself saying that someone needed a hero and it was very urgent and it might take a while. So, he told them to enjoy his place on this special day without him. A lot of them protested and complained but America only shrugged them off, telling them that he'll be present for the fireworks display. That seemed to calm them down for now.

When they had finally arrived, America helped England walk to his house. The Brit was so weak from being anemic but he still managed to walk slowly with the bespectacled blonde's and the driver's help (he got a tip from England for being court by the way). America brought him to the guest room and lent him a shirt and a pair of pants. They were too big and looked baggy on the smaller blonde and he complained a lot about it but the American nation only chuckled in amusement before tucking the other on the bed.

"Rest for a bit. I'll get you something to eat"

"Ugh, I told you to leave me alone... What about your party?"

"I'll go when the firework display starts"

"You can't do that...! Your guests-"

"They're fiiiine. I told them they can explore my awesome country all they want before the fireworks"

England huffed and glared at the retreating American nation's back. He didn't want to be such a hassle. He came here in intend to celebrate and congratulate America on his birthday, not letting the boy missing his own cake and ditching his friends only to take care of him! His hero complex could be a distraction sometimes... Scratch that, not sometimes, it's actually all the time. England had to make this right. He had to make America leave him alone somehow. So England closed his eyes and attempted to sleep.

America was in the kitchen, thinking of which food he should give to the British nation. He was supposed to give him something that could add extra iron since the older blonde had lost some blood. The superpower nodded in confirmation before flexing his right arm and started roasting some steak. When it was ready, he put it on a plate and began walking to the guest room.

When he came in the room, he didn't expect the sight that greeted him. England was sitting in a slouching position with his hands covering his mouth. His hands and face were equally dripping with blood. The blanket and bed sheets were tarnished with angry, blotchy red stains. They both stared at each other in eerie silence. America felt like he was in some gory horror movie as he stared at the bloodied bed and the bloody faced Englishman.

Meanwhile, the blonde on the bed didn't know how to explain himself or if he even needed to explain. See, what happened was; when England was trying to sleep, laying on his back, he suddenly coughed up a lot of blood, staining his face first before he sat up and began continuously coughing and spilling blood all over the bed. He winced as he finally decided to break the silence with apology.

"America, I'm very sorr- GUH!" and blood spurted out his lips once again.

America screamed. England cursed.

...(言Α言) x ([∂]ω[∂])...

Sounds of a random American movie filled the room as America sipped his coffee, watching a pale blonde on the finally clean bed slowly munching on some steak he just made for the third time that day. The first one fell on the floor in a feat of terror. The second one was attacked by another wave of blood. The third one though, America decided to feed the Englishman by himself while the anemic man should just focus on eating and watching the movie.

The American learned that the Brit seemed to get worse whenever the television showed anything related to the fourth of July; like parades, shows, or when someone said "Happy birthday, America!". Since it was impossible to avoid them, America had to put a random movie on for the English nation to watch.

England was scowling at the basin on his lap as he chewed the steak on his mouth. Apparently, America thought the Brit should hold onto a basin so when he coughed up blood again, he wouldn't make a mess. The junk food lover also decided the food shouldn't be placed near the island nation and since it was impossible to eat with the food far away from you, the bespectacled nation decided to feed him. So there was England, holding onto a basin while being fed by the taller blonde. The hero fanatic also seemed to think the movie would distract him from making any further protests.

However, what bothered England the most was the fact that America wasted his special day on him. The younger blonde might not show it, but he might be feeling bummed out by this occurrence. England felt more and more guilty and pissed as the time goes. He snapped his head at the American and began to speak.

"Alright, chap, that's enough!"

"What? You barely eat half of it!"

"Not the steak, you twit! You should get out there, eat your cake or join a parade or somethi-ommph!"

The Brit glared poisonously at the American as he thrust another forkful of steak on his mouth. "I told you already, it's fine!" America chided, feeling unappreciated.

As England tried to retort more, America quickly shoved multiple pieces of steak so he wouldn't dare. Then, the Brit's mouth were full and his cheeks bulged so much that he looked like a hamster. America chortled loudly while England was straining to chew. Amazingly enough, the British man managed to gulp them all down much to America's delight. After finishing the steak though, England demanded for a cup of tea much to America's dismay. He didn't have tea.

"Ehh, I don't have tea. How about coffee?"

America was sure the Brit would viciously refuse and he was just asking for a chance of miracle that England said yes. So, America got up to get ready and find some tea from the store before stopping dead on his tracks when he heard the Englishman's answer.

"Alright, then. I don't want coffee though. Do you have anything else?" the island nation asked. He didn't want coffee because it would keep him from sleeping, and making America go out to buy him tea on his birthday didn't stand okay with the Brit.

"..." America slowly turned around and faced the other, disbelief etched all over his face. Did England really just asked if he had anything else other than tea?

"America?" England tried again. 'Don't tell me he only got coffee!' he cursed inwardly.

"Uhh, I got no tea..." the superpower repeated unsure. England let out a long sigh.

"Yes, I'm aware. I was asking if you have anything other than tea or-"

"What the heck! England, you don't want... t-tea? A-are you really that sick?" America stuttered, "I'll buy you some, alright? Maybe you'll feel better after some tea-"

"What, no, no, it's quite alright! I don't really want to drink tea, anyway" the Brit lied. America's face turned white.

"OH MY GOD! A STORM MUST BE COMING!" England jolted when the younger nation suddenly shouted.

"The bloody hell?" the British man blurted.

"THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! ENGLAND DOESN'T WANT TEA!?" the junk food lover put his hands on his head, looking at the blonde on the bed with wide eyes.

"It's not like that, you git! I just don't want to trouble yo-" the older nation reasoned but the younger disregarded.

"I-I-IT'S OKAY, ENGLAND, THE HERO WILL SAVE YOU FROM THIS PLAGUE!" the American yelled.

"L-look, can I just drink some orange juice perhaps?" England said, attempting to calm the other down but it only made America gasp in horror.

"Oh, bugger! Fine! Just give me the sodding coffee!" the Brit exclaimed and America exploded.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ENGLAND?!" he screamed.

As America was nearing to hyperventilating and fainting on the spot, England finally felt crept out enough to let the frantic nation buy him tea. Never had America ran as fast as he had, never had he threw money as fast as he had, and never had he made a cup of tea as fast as he had. In a flash, England was sipping a cup of tea on the bed. The sight relieved America to the core of his sanity.

England noted to himself to never tell America that he doesn't want tea.

...(言Α言) x ([∂]ω[∂])...

It was 20:12 PM. The fireworks display was going to be held at 21:00 PM that night. America was sitting on a chair he put beside the guest bed where a pale Englishman was sound asleep. For the past hour he had been sitting beside the sleeping man, wiping trails of blood on the corner of his lips everytime it streamed. It kind of freaking the American out though, the fact that England was still oozing blood even when he was asleep. He frowned as he remembered what England had said earlier that day.

"It's the date. It had cursed me until this day. There's nothing I can do about it, lad"

"I just have to overcome it. And I will, I promise"

America sighed. At least the blood had stopped somehow. He checked the time on his wristwatch and found out it was time for him to go to watch the fireworks with the others. He won't be coming back until midnight. America gazed at the sleeping British nation's face and smiled, "I'm holding onto that promise, ya hear?" he said quietly before walking out of the room.

The power nation double checked to make sure his attire was awesome enough, trying various poses in front of the mirror before grinning in approval. He peeked through the guest room for a bit to bid his leave to a still sleeping England before rushing to his car keys and drove off.

Later that night, England woke up to the sounds of explosion, music, people singing and shouting outside. He sat up and realised he was alone in a dark room. "America...?" he called as he rubbed his eyes and glanced at the window. Immediately, colorful sparks of light bombarded his face. The blonde blinked as his green eyes reflected the night sky full of bright vibrant explosions. 'Oh, it's the fireworks display already' he thought to himself, realising that America must've gone to watch them with his friends.

The Brit smiled as he began slowly walking closer to the window and watched the fireworks. Blue and sea green shoots straight up before shattering into thousands of sparks, blazing yellow and purple scattering around, sparkling scarlet pouring like waterfall and glittering silver showered the night sky. It was beautiful until dark crimson splattered and blocked the view. England blinked, feeling something warm sliding down his chin. His fingers raised to touch the corner of his lips and sure enough, he saw red.

America went home on 5th of July at 01:00 AM. He was still drunk with excitement when he went inside the guest room to check on England. He giggled silently as he saw the light were still off. 'Still sleeping, huh?' he thought as he strode closer to the bed to find... no England. Huh, that wasn't right. Did he leave already? But America had the house key. America darted his eyes across the room until he spotted a strange lump on the floor near the window where the night sky glowed.

It was hard to see since the room was dark so he walked closer to inspect the lump until *splish*

America paled as he felt some sense of de javu. With trembling hands, he flashed the lump with his phone lighting and just as he feared, England was laying there in an awkward position on a pool of his own blood.

"Fucking hell!"

That night, America finally brought him to the hospital.

...(言Α言) x ([∂]ω[∂])...

One week later...

England sighed for the umpteenth time that day as he struggled to follow the energetic American in front of him. "Alright, what's next, captain?" He asked sarcastically after he reached the superpower.

America, with jumbo burger on his left hand and jumbo ice cream on his right hand grinned widely at his British friend. He couldn't believe England would actually be willing to treat him all day long as a compensation for missing out on his birthday party because of the Brit. "Man, this rocks! Are you sure about next, England?" he said before licking on his triple chocolate ice cream, his blue eyes twinkling in delight.

England scowled. He was now holding two large bags full of burgers, one bag of hot dogs, a box of game consoles, and another box of PC and PlayStation 4 games. "Yes, but can we please put these in the car first? My arms are failing me" he asked, glaring at the American.

America was tempted to carry on so to let England struggle helplessly carrying all those stuff but his hero instinct decided to let him rest.

"Okay, but first let's take a selfie!" he stated as he leaned on the now angry English nation. The contact made the already unsteady England lost his balance as he found himself falling backwards with burgers flying out of the bag when America posed and snapped their picture.


America's part done! LOL

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