Hello once again, true believers! I got the idea for this while at home sick (If copious amounts of snot halting your ability to speak, making you puke [though that could have been the Nasonx dripping down my esophagus], and giving you headaches counts as sick) and figured, Hey! I' American (And proud of it) so why shouldn't I subject Alfred to the same horrors of sinus issus that I have to deal with? And so, this was born. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go cough up a lung.

America sat in his cozy bedroom with a thermometer in his mouth and a vaporizer humming next to him. The floor by the trash can next to his bed had used tissues all around it, and he blew his nose before attempting speech. "Man, allergies suck," he managed to groan before hacking loudly. "I hope no one else catches this..." He muttered as he went back to reading his latest book, "The Big Book of Illinois Ghost Stories."

Halfway through a really interesting chapter about Resurrection Mary (The basis for the 'vanishing hitchhiker' type of ghost), China burst through his bedroom door. "I heard that you were sick, aru!" the small man exclaimed. "So, I came over immediately, aru, to see if I can help!" America sighed. "It-HAAKACAKAKAKAKUHKUHHAAAA-ahem- It's just allergies," he croaked. China took no notice of his unwilling patient's words. "Now, let's take a look at you, aru?"

Yao scurried around the bed and started poking America. "Hey! Wha...WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?" The blonde demanded. Again, China ignored him. "Hmmm...This is very interesting, aru..." he said ponderously. "What? What's interesting?" "Hmmm...according to these signs, you have..." He paused dramatically. "Allergies!" America facepalmed. "That's..what..I..just..told..you..!" he intoned from between clenched teeth.

"I know just the thing to help!" the raven exclaimed before rushing back to the door and dragging a briefcase over the threshold of Alfred's bedroom door. He started rustling around in it, hidden from his curious patient by the end of the bed. "Ah, here it is, aru!" China exclaimed and held up a large, fossilized fang. "Ground-up Dragon's tooth is great for allergies! Now where're the mortar and pistle..."

America recoiled at the thought of having to injest a tooth (especially a legendary Dragon's tooth!) and threw back the covers, huffed out of bed, and with surprising force pushed China out his room, down the hall, and out the door. The smaller man stood there looking shocked and holding the fang. America thought about it for a minute, then reached out and grabbed the tooth. "When I'm better, the Dragonology Club'll LOVE to see this," he said before slamming the door in China's face, locking it, and huffing back to his room. "Hopefully he'll stay away," he said to himself as he studied the fang. He dropped the tooth on a small plastic bag. "And when I'm better I'll ask him about more of these."

Sooo...yeah, there it is. I personally love Dragons, Dragon lore, Dragon laguage, etc. and I know that Chinese people will actually grind up fossilized teeth that they think are Dragon's teeth and use such things as a basic cure-all, so I figured, Hey, why not. Oh, and The Big Book of Illinois Ghost Stories is awesome (Even if my little haunted town didn't make it in) and I do NOT own it. There may be follow-up chapters with the other Allies (or maybe even the Axis or Baltics or, well, etc. etc.), so if you like this, Review and tell me who to feature next. Skye Wilow OUT! *Disappears in a sparkly cloud of smoke*