Hello! I decided I'll continue this fanfiction. Enjoy and no rude reviews :3
America landed splat on a squishy floor, he was knee deep in what seemed like gastric juices and also bits of half digested food. He scrunched his nose in disgust, "ENGLAND! THIS IS FUCKING DISGUSTING, LET ME OUT!" England just let out a wasted laugh, "Hahaha, -hic- that tickles!" America punched the sticky walls, obviously pissed off at England.
He paused a moment to examine his surroundings, he could see faintly that the stomach walls were a pinkish color while the smell reeked of stomach juices and the pungent scent of scones and tea. America felt his skin tingle while his head was whirling, the whole "getting eaten by your brother and might be digested" was a bit too much for him. America fell onto the heavy juices and into what he thought was to be an eternal slumber. Little did he know, that outside England had fainted the moment he arrived home. So now we have two of our beloved nation knocked out, only one is literally inside the other.
*******Timeskip*********
Blinking, America woke up, for a moment he thought he'd died and went to Heaven but reality crashed down on him and found himself the same place he was last night, England's stomach. He felt movement from what seemed like above and heard a familiar groan, "What the bloody hell happened last night... Ughh... My head is pounding... I wanna die in a hole -_-" America glared from below, so England had woken up from his slumber. He could hear the tremedous beating of England's heart nearby and the rush of England's lungs were also quite loud. These sounds annoyed the American, they made him feel so tiny, so helpless.
Suddently he was pushed back, America assumed England was doing something from above. His assumption was proven correct because about a minute later, some boiling liquid landed on top of him, America growled, "Not only am I stuck here, but now I have to eat Iggy's cooking?!"
America punched the walls again, making them lurch forward as he heard England's voice vibrate all around him, saying, "Ughh... Now my stomach hurts, this morning keeps getting better and better." America crossed his arms, "Well at least you're not the one trapped in a stomach with icky hot tea!" America felt England move, knowing that the nation probably didn't hear him. He heard England say, "I know what helps and upset stomach, a bath usually does the trick!" America's eyes widened, "No, no! England! I'm not going to be trapped inside of you while you're bathing... Besides who even takes a bath nowadays besides Japan and China?" America snickered, "Probably 'cause you're an old man."
America felt more movement, causing him to tumble forward, suddenly the stomach felt odd, like it was being slightly compressed. What sounded like water swished from the outside, he knew that England was taking his bath... Naked... With him inside. America blushed slightly, this was the only time he was grateful for being inside the other's stomach.
He heard a splash and some light movement, causing America to roll backwards. The stomach sloshed, America realized that the tea had already been digested. Would he be next?
America soon figured out that all that moving was England getting out of the tub. Suddenly a loud grumble from underneath him was to be heard. America jerked back in fear what it could be. He felt slight pressure on the other side of the wall and figured out that it was England's hand.
He heard England mutter to what he thought was himself, "*sigh* I must be hungry, I'll fix myself something to eat -.-" America punched the walls again, "Nooo, Iggy, your food is gonna poison us both!" England just continued the fix up some english food, while America was now wondering if England had pretended to forget about him and if this was some kind of twisted torture.
