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A THIN LINE between love and hate

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A/n- Happy Halloween! Im dressing up as little ridding hood, and my bf is the wolf! cute eh? I hope you enjoy the second chapter! I enjoyed writing it. It might get a tad bit serious on chapter three and four (I was listing to E nomine after all) I'm gona start writing chapter five soon, It a rule for me to be at least two chapters ahead after I post. More reviews give me more energy! Nuff said.

Enjoy the show!

CHAPTER 2: sickness:

"What happened?" Japan sat on the edge of America's bed. Never did America look so pale and sickly. His dirty blond hair was scattered all over the pillow in a tattered mess. Every now and then, Alfred would wince and England would lightly wipe his cold sweat from his forehead.

"I don't know," England said bitterly. "I just don't know. He was doing fine this morning. You know Japan, it seemed like it was impossible for him to get sick."

Japan scanned over his wrist watch: it was 8 o'clock. America has been unresponsive for a good four hours already. After he fell, everyone thought it was best to cut the meeting short and they went home to their own countries, the only ones who stayed behind was Japan and England, America's only friends. Kiku stood up, "Maybe it is best if Canada-san and Mexico-san watch over him?"

"How can you say that?" Surprised, Japan and England looked at each other, then at the door. Italy was at the door way holding about five hamburgers in his arms. The delicate and emotional Felicianowas on the verge of crying, it seemed he never left either. "How can you say that Japan? England? Alfred has never left our side! Whenever one of us was sick he was the one who would be there!"

Japan tilted his head and thought about the time he was sick and Alfred stayed –no, forced- over. Despite Kiku's efforts to convince him to leave, America nursed him back to health, slightly against his will. "You're right. I'll look after him."

"No," England couldn't allow it, besides if he went home, his mind would always wonder and he wouldn't be able to get anything done even if he wanted to. "He will be under my care."

Kiku sighed, "If that is what you wish. Let us be on our way Italy-san, England-san has this."

"But!"

England patted Italy on his back and gave a sad but assuring smile. He gently took the warm hamburgers from Italy. "I'll give this to him when he's better. I'm sure he would be very happy to know that you cared." He placed the hamburgers in the refrigerator and sat down in the chair by America's bed. He had made two cups of tea, even though he knew America preferred coffee. It was then that Japan and Italy took their chance to leave. They waved goodbye, both not saying another word, and Japan took his coat off the hanger.

Looking back, Japan saw England hunched over in his chair, he never seen anyone look so tragic. He regretted leaving like this. But it's for the best, he assured himself. Secretly he really didn't think he would handle seeing his good friend Alfred in that state.

Once they where gone, Arthur took out his book. After a few minutes, his mind wandered away from the story and he couldn't bring himself to read anymore. England put the book down, glanced around to see if anyone was around, and ran to the refrigerator. Without thinking he placed one open hamburger on Alfred's forehead.

He watched. No response from Alfred. He was sleeping silently, cheeks red from the sickness.

He stared.

"What," angrily he grabbed the patty and flung it on the ground. "What am I thinking?" With the end of his heel, he stomped on the hamburger, until it turned to pink mush.

"That Yankee's ignorance must be rubbing off on me," Alone and feeling slightly defeated, Arthur sat back down in the chair. For once his invisible friends were silent. After about an hour, Arthur turned to America. His features reminded him of the little boy who he loved so long ago. Loved? No, he meant cared for, like a father. Reaching out, Arthur patted away the dirty blond hair from his face.

"Ni-hao!" The shrilly hello echoed of the Office walls.

Startled, Arthur's book fell from his lap. Ah, how he never had a moments' peace…

"Yes, China?" England said, reaching for his book.

"I'm glad you're looking out for America." China was still in his formal uniform and he carried a bright yellow backpack slumped over his shoulders. "He hardly has any friends. His big mouth and always interfering in peoples affairs has made him a hated person, aru."

"So why are you here?"

"Oh? Aru? That's because my boss told me to come!" China's face became ominous, something that hardly ever happens to Yao. "Oh I couldn't let America die after he owes me a zillion dollars."

"You know what would make him feel better?" Without anyone noticing, France had conveniently wiggled himself into the conversation. He was sitting on the edge of the bed next to Alfred's feet.

"W-why are you here?" England could feel his pulsating vein pop right out of his temple. "Why do you people just keep showing up? Don't you know he needs his rest?"

Francis tried his best to give a convincing sad and concerned look. "I only wanted to give him his favorite toy! I saw it in the trash can when I went to visit him the other day; I know that must have been a mistake because I gave it to him on his birthday. And no normal person would throw away such a precious gift." He reached inside his vest and pulled out a long erect man organ, three times the size of any normal human.

"Wow it looks so real~" China poked at it, although somewhat horrified, he was amazed on how realistic it was. "It even has veins popping out."

"He is sick you loon! Not hot and bothered for sex." England yelled then tried to calm himself. Alfred lay in bed gasping, his eyes shut and red all over. His knuckles white from clenching the blankets so hard. China moved closer and felt his forehead.

"You know Arthur, sex is known to cure so many things." Francis eyes flickered, and then looked like he caught on a dirty little secret. "Don't tell me….YOU wanted him all to your self did you? I get it now, that's why you wanted to take care of him."

His jaw fell, England was so flabbergasted by France's nonsense that his patience was becoming dreadfully thin. The French man managed to paint a pretty image that was all too clear in his mind. Alfred all naked under the sheets of his bed, and he dressed in some comedic nurse uniform. And how he would take advantage of...

"No! I'm not you!"

The French man started stroking his stubble on his chin, he leaned close to Arthur and whispered, "Remember when he was so young and innocent? I taught him many things. Like how to suck a –bleep- and he was all nice and ready for my long, hard -bleep-."

"Prepare yourself because…I'm going to KILL you!" Arthur roared and grabbed the Frencie by his neck, this time he had gone too far. And if what he said was true?

"Tell me, why does it anger you so?" France knew he had pushed the line a bit…even if he said the truth, a smirk formed on his beautiful lips, well partial truths.

China pushed them apart. He knew France and England always fought each other, but sometimes he wished they would just grow up already. "We have bigger things to worry about. While you both where arguing, I took his temperature. I will tell you now, it is much more serious then it looks. If he doesn't get cooled off soon, he can seriously damage his brain. He could forget things."

France lay down next to America, and poked his cheek. "Can he forget being an idiot?"

Something snapped in England's mind. This fever was bad enough that he could forget things? What if America forgets him? Arthur couldn't even comprehend the feeling of being forgotten. Being hated is better then not feeling anything at all, right?

"No…I won't let that happen!" England pulled the blankets off of Alfred. Without waiting for help, he threw the unconscious America over his shoulders and ran past a stunned France and China. Arthur ran blindly across the halls. The whole place was a huge office, but sometimes it looked more like a hotel. Every now and then, countries would stay the night before any important meetings.

The only bathroom in the complex was locked. Arthur knocked once, breathing hard because America was overweight, then began kicking the door hard with the heel of his boot, it wouldn't budge. Angrily, he shoved again, this time successfully knocking the hinges off the door. China was right, America was extremely hot. How did he not notice it before?

"This bathroom is occupied. As it is after all, the reason for it being locked." Russia was sitting calmly on the toilet, his pants in a pile by his feet. He was in the middle of reading the newspaper.

"Sorry, emergency." England ran towards the bath tub. He turned the facets on cold and waited for the tub to fill. Alfred gasped in pain and he was drenched in sweat. "Don't worry America... I won't let you DARE forget me."

England jumped into the tub clenching onto a sick America. The freezing cold was enough to shock England's nerves and after a few seconds Alfred's sickly body already managed to make the water warm. Splashing the water all over the floor, England sat up and gently held America's head, keeping his mouth above the water. The dramatic move seemed to be working, America looked a tad bit better; his skin wasn't so red and he stopped wheezing.

After a few minutes, America opened his eyes. Never did England feel so glad to see these sparkling blues. There was confusion written on his face.

"England?"

"Uhh," England coughed, suddenly feeling nervous. "Are you okay?"

"No…something smells terrible in here." America scrunched his nose. His body was numb. And he was fully dressed in a bathtub with England. Could the day get any worse? A pain shot up his spine.

Of course it could.

"That's because this bathroom is occupied." Russia repeated blandly, he never moved and continued his business as if no one was around.

It was only when Alfred mentioned the odor did Arthur become aware of the foul stench hitting his nostrils. "Why are you here? The meeting is over. Don't you have your own home to shit in Russia?!"

"Yes, but the office seats have a nice cushion to sit on. I can stay on for hours and my butt won't be so sore."

"It isn't normal to be in the bathroom for hours." America said, he was feeling terrible and Russia's stench made him feel worse.

"Don't worry," he licked his finger and turned the newspaper page to the funny comics. "I'm almost done."

-Meanwhile-

"Should we have left them alone, China? Lord only knows what that sex addicted freak England would do to my little brother."

Francis hadn't eaten anything all day, but he spotted some cold hamburgers in the fridge, so he helped himself. After a few minutes he tossed the four wrappers in the trash can. It was better then not eating anything at all. "Damn it tastes crappy, and I feel even worse then I did before…how does he eat these things?"

China sighed; he left his yellow backpack on the bed for England, inside there was special herbs for America. "I did all I could, aru. It's up to England now to take care of him."

France and China walked out into the hallways. The sun had long settled down onto the earth. It was getting late, and they both needed to go home. "Hey China, is it me or did something walk in here and DIE?"

"It's probably a skunk or something, aru." China said, holding his nose.

To be continued! (maybe)

A/n-I slightly remember reading about how Korea was angry about Hetalia but why I don't really know. Supposedly they even made death threats to the manga-ka. I guess because of the stereotypes. Personally I don't get offended, they are cute stereotypes I think, and some of them are true, for what I experienced anyways.

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