I felt like this was rushed- but there was no way I could have made it slower without making it less interesting. At least with my current skill. I hope you enjoy reading it!

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For a moment, America's world disappeared. He couldn't see anything, but he could feel. His stomach turned and twisted, causing pain to ripple through his insides.

"Al-"

"Al-d"

"Alfred!"

America slowly opened his eyes, standing above him was a very worried Canada, a some-what concerned England, and a confused France.

"Oh good, you're awake." Canada sighed

"What 'appened?" France asked

America was unable to answer for a bit, as his head was still spinning from his blackout. His stomach churned again and he let out a groan of pain and he closed his eyes. Canada and France helped him over to a couch and laid him down. All the countries were now in attention to the current situation.

"Vhat is wrong with America?" Germany asked

"I don't know." Canada said

"I don't know." England projected over Canada, "He just collapsed."

Italy put a hand on his forehead and then quickly took it off.

"He's really hot." Italy said innocently

"Is that so?" Russia asked

Russia walked over to the couch and sat down next to it. He de-gloved one of his hands and reached for America.

"What are you doing?" China asked not sure of what he was going to do.

"Cooling him down, da?"

Though America's family had their doubts, he didn't seem to want to do anything bad. Russia placed his hand on America's forehead. The pain on his face seemed to subside a bit, and he kept his hand there.

"Is just a common cold?" Japan asked, "Or something with his country?"

"I'm not sure." France said, "But I haven't heard anything about his country recently, have you?"

"No."

America opened his eyes again, slowly. His hand made it's way to Russia and knocked his from his forehead. Russia did not seem surprised and simply put his glove back on.

"Alfred, are you okay?" Canada asked

"Where am I?" He questioned

"At the world meeting." England told

"Oh yeah..."

America groaned again and visibly paled, if it was even possible to lose more color. Holding his stomach caught England's attention. He rushed across the room and grabbed the waste-bin. He placed it next to America in case he would need to... use it.

"I should go get a washcloth." Japan informed

"I'll go with you, aru." China added

The two Asian countries left the room in a hurry. China was worried about America, but was more worried about Japan. He seemed to be thoroughly troubled by what was going on.

"Kiku, are you okay?" He asked

"I'm just worried. It's not like Alfred to be sick."

"You're right, he's usually the hero. Though a bit arrogant..."

China didn't finish and left it at that. The two of them were able to get the washcloth and return. Nothing had changed much in the amount of time that they were gone. Alfred still laid down on the couch with most of the countries surrounding him. Japan put the cold washcloth on his forehead.

"Vhat could it be?" Germany asked

"I don't know..." Italy responded

"It must be serious, it's rare for a country to get sick."

America had almost completely blocked everything out. But that sentence was crystal clear. It couldn't be serious- there was nothing wrong in his country. Unless you include that... but all countries had that problem. America was a superpower, America was the Hero! He would be damned if he made people worry about him anymore. He slowly sat up, hand holding his head.

"Al, are you okay?" Canada asked

"Yeah Mattie, don't worry about it."

Canada didn't buy it, but let America talk his way out. He would deal with that later. America attempted to stand up. Though a bit wobbly at first- he managed.

"You wanker! Sit back down!" England yelled

"Don't get your knickers in a twist." America responded in a very bad English accent, "I just had a bad Hamburger is all."

"You eat to many of those!" Germany yelled

"Yeah, I'll lay off for a while." He responded, "But I think I'll head home early, you don't want half digested hamburger all over the conference room, do ya?"

"Ja, I think that's best."

America gave the best smile he could muster and gave Japan the cloth back.

"Thanks dude."

Japan bowed, "Anytime America-san."

America put all energy and concentration into walking out of the conference room, and shutting the door behind him.

"He's an idiot." Canada muttered

"Aren't all American's?" France asked

England gave France's arm a tight squeeze causing him to wince, "Now is not the time for stereotypes!'

Germany pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew that the meeting would most certainly not be able to stay on track now- not that it was in the beginning anyway. Italy tugged on his suit.

"Vhat is it Italia?" Germany asked

"Ludwig, you should dismiss the meeting." Italy said

"Ja, I think I should."

As soon as the words left his mouth, three nations disappeared out the door.

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America managed to close the door behind him. Almost immediately his legs turned to jello. But using the wall as support he was able to make his way down the hallway and towards the front of the building. All countries that had previously been out here were gone and in different meeting rooms. It was a relief to America- he would be able to take things slower.

Beads of sweat covered his forehead and his heart beat at an incredible speed. All the countries were curious as to what was wrong- well at least before he lied about the hamburger. But the truth was that America wanted to know what was wrong. He was usually never sick, and when he was it was never this bad.

A cramp ripped through his stomach and America crumpled to the floor. For a quick second he felt like his head was splitting in two- as was his insides. Burning on one side of his body, chills on the other. It was like his body was arguing with himself.

"Al!"

America turned his head to see Canada rushing towards him. England and France were behind him- but not running like Canada. Worry washed over his violet eyes as he bent down next to his brother.

"This obviously was not just a bad hamburger, non?" France pointed out

"You're obviously sick Al." Canada stated, "We need to get you home."

America's world was blurry, but he could still make out the concerned expressions of the nations. He was doing the opposite of what he wanted to be doing! America strained himself and tried to stand up.

"I don't know what you're talking about dudes... a hero doesn't get sick." He slurred

England sighed and poked at his shoulder. Before America could fall back over he caught him.

"You really need to get over your Hero complex and accept help when you need it." He stated

Canada and France appeared on both side of him and lended their shoulders. America was a bit hesitant at first, but consented.

"I'll drive." England announced

The four of them left the building at a slow pace. But it was still faster then what America would've been able to do by himself. It was still shitty outside, it reflected the mood perfectly. But now, not only was it cold... but it was raining to.

England unlocked his car and got in. France helped Canada get America in place and then went to the passengers seat.

"Mattie?" America asked

"Yeah?" Canada replied

"It's cold."

"Hold on a sec."

England took the hint and started to car, making sure to turn on the heat. France looked back as they drove to check up on the brothers. America had fallen asleep on Canada's shoulder.

"They're so cute." He commented

"Shh... don't wake America up." Canada whispered, only slightly embarrassed

"You do know where you are going, right Angleterre?"

"Of course I do! You don't think I know where my son lives?"

"Just asking."

The rest of the car ride was silent. The only noises that emanated through the air was the gentle sound of the car engine resonating with soft raindrops. But darker clouds could be seen up ahead. It was truly symbolistic.

As this was; the calm before the storm.

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I will explain later what is making America sick. It is something that is going on- rather something that has being going on. I'm simply taking something small and exaggerating it.

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