WARNING: This chapter is filled with ridiculous amounts of cavity-inducing fluff that may be very crappily written. And the main pairing is boyxboy. You have been warned.

Chile stared in horror at the screen in front of him. This wasn't happening. Not at a World Meeting. Not today, of all fucking days! But sure enough, the words kept flashing at the bottom of the screen, taunting the Spanish man in bright red. "There will be minor earthquakes throughout the London area. Do not panic. They are minor and will cause no damage."

Don't panic. They're minor. No need to panic. No need to panic his ass! It took a minute, but eventually he snapped out of his state of panic (forget the goddamn notice!) long enough to dart down the hallway and grab Brazil by her wrist on her way back to the meeting. The girl turned around, looking surprised. "Chile? What are you doing here? I thought you were already in the meeting room."

It took a few seconds for him to calm his breathing down before looking her in the eye. She froze, knowing instantly that this was serious. "There's going to be minor earthquakes all afternoon." He said in rush, feeling the blood run from his face as the true horror of this began to sink in.

Brazil's eyes widened in understanding and worry. "Go back to the hotel, I'll come up with something." He nodded in thanks and ran back the way he came.

Brazil sighed as she watched the man run off. He was normally so composed, it was disheartening to see him in such a state. Brazil shook her head: she could bother with that later. Right now she had to come up with an excuse. "He got sick? No, the others would've known if he'd been showing symptoms…attacked by llamas- that's moronic." She frowned to herself as she walked towards the meeting room and four more hours of hell. "Hit in the face with a football, how the hell would I explain that? No wait, I've got it!" Brazil smiled to herself and continued on her way.

Peru grinned as Brazil walked by, too buried in her thoughts to notice him. Earthquakes, huh? Great, it'd been far too long since he'd had an opportunity like this. He pulled out his camera and headed back towards the elevators.

-Continental-

Chile had been in the hallway on his way to his hotel room when the earth began to softly rumble. He froze, wishing intently that he wasn't on the first floor of the building. He probably wouldn't be able to feel this on the higher floors. Chile shook his head, and shakily pulled out his card. He swiped it and dove into his room as soon as the light flashed green. He kicked the door shut with his foot and dove onto his bed, pulling the blankets up over him and curling himself into a makeshift cocoon.

The earth underneath him rumbled ever so softly as Chile curled himself up even tighter, unable to stop a muffled sob at the base for the orchestra of destruction he'd heard just a few years ago. The sound of crashing buildings, screaming, sobbing, blood, pain, death. His people were scared, his people were hurt. And so he was scared and hurt as well, forced to lay in a hospital bed for days unable to do anything but scream and sob. It had been horrifying, and he could never again stand the ripping feeling of the earth, no matter how "minor" the killer was.

There was quiet for a time as he lay there, curled under the covers. His body heat had long since made it near unbearable, but he wasn't leaving until the earthquake stopped.

Eventually it did, leaving him shuddering for a few more seconds before Chile realized what had happened. He was on his feet in an instant and darted for the bathroom, where he proceeded to puke his guts into the toilet. He groaned, seeing fish and chips come back up wasn't an appealing sight in the slightest. Another wave of nausea took the man and he continued to retch until all that came up a slimy yellow substance that he suspected might be pure stomach acid.

He groaned and collapsed on the toilet, too tired to move. His arms kept his head from falling into the water, but aside from that there was little he could force himself to do right now.

"You look like shit." All Chile could manage was a groan at the sound of that familiar voice. Peru. Of course.

"How did you get in here?" He managed to croak out. "I didn't give you a key."

"You didn't close the door all the way." Peru said in response, frowning at the sight of his long time rival laying defeating in a hotel bathroom. "Seriously, though. Brazil said it was bad but I had no idea."

"Take your pictures and go away." Peru stared at him. Did Chile really know him that well? After a minute of silence he sighed and shook his head.

"I can't just leave you like this, that's completely against the rivalry code of conduct." Chile froze.

"Huh?"

"Hold still."

"HUH?" With a yelp he didn't know he had the strength for, Chile found himself lifted into Peru's tanned arms. Peru held him aloft, smiling slightly as Chile realized he wasn't in any position to fight back and fell limp in Peru's arms. "If you try to carry me outside like this I swear there's going to be war."

"You're so suspicious, even when you're half dead." Peru said in response, carrying the other man out of the bathroom and back over to the bed. "You dug yourself into a cocoon under the covers, didn't you?"

"Shut up."

Peru shrugged and set the man on the bed, stroking his hair back with one hand. "Better?"

Chile sighed. "Yeah. Thanks."

Peru nodded. "Well I couldn't leave a man down like that. It's just rude." Chile rolled his eyes, then his eyes shot open and he stiffened. Peru frowned as he also felt the faint rumble of the ground underneath them.

Chile whimpered softly and began curling in on himself, grabbing at the comforters to pull himself into another cocoon. "Oh no you don't." Peru muttered, sitting down on the bed and grabbing hold of Chile before he could resume his earlier position. "You need to calm down." Ignoring Chile terrified squirming he pulled the smaller man into his lap and grabbed the TV remote from where it lay on the floor. "How about some Spongebob?" He looked down at Chile, who was continuing to squirm. But there was no chance of him overpowering Peru in his already weakened, hysterical state. Peru wrapped one arm around Chile's head and forcefully turned the man's head to the screen as Peru turned on the show. "Watch."

Chile, by this point, seemed to have realized he wasn't going anywhere, but his mind was still clearly swamped with panic as he did something he'd never do under normal circumstances: he continued to try and hide. Only this time, he tried to do it by squirming even closer to Peru, whimpering slightly. The other Latin American blushed, forcing his eyes as well as Chile's onto the sight of a pink starfish shouting that his name was Patrick to confused customers over the phone. Normally this episode was one of Peru's favorites, but the man in his lap was being very distracting.

He sighed. "Would you rather watch something else?" He asked Chile, craning his neck to face him, and instantly freezing in shock at what he saw. Chile eyes were wide and brimming with tears, his cheeks red from the fight he'd been putting up. Peru just looked at Chile for a minute before sighing and gently petting the other man's soft hair. "Shh, calm down. It'll be over soon, I promise." He whispered in the soothing voice he usually reserved for his hermana. It had comforted her through all the poverty and horrible leaders, and sure enough it was slowly calming down a hysteric Chile as well.

There was quiet for a minute as Peru whispered gentle, comforting words and Chile slowly calmed down. Peru's smiled slightly at the sight of Chile's face, the fear slowly loosening its hold. "Are you okay now?" He asked as the earthquake finally died. Chile nodded, apparently recovering his sense as his face slowly turned red. Peru couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. "Stay here, I'm going to go get some sleep medicine. Hopefully you'll be able to sleep through the rest of them." He hesitated for a moment, then pulled something out of his pocket. "But until then, use this." Chile's eyes widened at the sight of the metallic orange object.

"Peru…" Chile muttered, staring at in shock.

"Take it." Peru said, holding out his beloved iPod. "Don't worry, I have a clear pair of ear buds." He pulled them out as well and stuck them into the iPod before placing the buds in Chile's ears. He set it on shuffle and 80s music began blasting through the shocked man's skull as Peru stood up. "Well, I'm gonna go find that medicine. Be back in a flash!" And he walked out the door.

-Continental-

Later that afternoon Brazil walked out of the meeting, feeling quite pleased with herself. Her speech had gone well and she had a date with Liberia later, which pretty much translated into hot sex with no strings attached in both their books. She was walking down the hallway, thinking about whether to wear the tiger striped panties or the frilly bra (they did not go together at all) when she suddenly found herself pinned to a wall by a rabid Hungary.

She shrieked before Hungary covered her mouth, a delighted glint in her eye. "I don't know if Chile fed you that story about food poisoning or you were just covering for him, but guess who also wasn't at the meeting?" Brazil didn't need her to say it, they both knew exactly who Hungary was talking about. Brazil smiled at her fellow yaoi enthusiast as Hungary removed her hand from her mouth and gave the latino a pleading look.

"I'll set the cameras up."

Leberia is an African nation that I picked at random and hermana means sister in Spanish (Peru's little sister is Bolivia), just FYI. Anyways, yeah. That's chapter two. The name of the chapter is the fear of earthquakes, which, in case you haven't noticed, Chile has a rather severe case of. The fluff in this chapter…it's…I think a part of me just died. I have absolutely no sweetness left in me to write this author's note. o.e Until next time.

-Hero of the Dark