"Hey, America,"
Called Britain to his former colony after the meeting was over. America turned around to face the elder country as he was shoving his forth Big Mac into his mouth.
"You've been stuffing your face so much lately, I'm afraid you're going to kill yourself."
Swallowing the artificial beef, America gave him a funny look.
"What are you talking about? I'm way to into myself to something stupid like that!"
Britain shook his head, further explaining himself.
"No, that's not what I meant. You know, by heart disease or by choking."
"What?"
Questioned America, not believing what he had heard.
"Dude, I'm fine. Don't worry, 'Kay?"
Not wanting to argue, Britain sighed, still keeping a worried look on his face.
"Just…try to cut back on the fries, okay?"
"Will do!"
America chirped, giving his usual goofy grin. The two countries parted ways to go back to their own businesses.
Sitting in his recliner, America munched on potato chips; flipping through the channels of his TV. It's been almost a year since his old caretaker told him to stop eating so much, but America just couldn't understand what was wrong about it and those words still begged him.
"Britain doesn't know what he's talking about,"
He huffed, angrily surfing from channel to channel.
"I'm in excellent health!"
Involuntarily, America peered down at his stomach; stretched by relentless fast food abuse.
"Okay,"
He admitted.
"I've gained a few pounds, but I'm still perfectly fine!"
After a few more minutes; unable to find a program that held his attention, America grunted.
"I'll go make a sandwich since there are only lame-ass shows on."
Managing to get up, he began his journey to the kitchen when he suddenly hissed, grabbing his right arm with his left.
"Dude, what the hell?"
Then his chest became to tighten up, making it tough for him to breath. Gritting his teeth, America stumbled his way to the nearest phone, able to hit the speed dial button before he collapsed to the ground. The phone rung as he gasped for breath, unable to inflate his lungs, causing his head to start someone had picked up the other end of the phone, he struggled to bring the devise to his ear,
"Yes...Hello? What do you want, America?"
Spoke a familiar accent.
"…..Help…..Me…"
Heaved America before his vision blurred and everything went black. All he could do was listen to Britain's voice slowly fade away.
I should have listened to you, bro.