The next day the Briton brought some flowers at a little gift shop, went to the main building of the hospital and approached the front desk where cheerful young woman was greeting people and gave them visitor passes.
"Excuse me; I'm looking for the room of Alfred F. Jones." The Briton said.
The girl faced her computer and scrolled thorough a long list of names; "Mr. Jones is in room 215 on the second floor." She said as she smiled brightly and handed him a visitor pass.
The Briton thanked the woman and proceeded upstairs to the Americans room.
America, who was lying in bed watching TV, turned and saw the Briton; "Hey England! What's up?" The American said cheerfully. "Come over here and watch TV with me, Superman is on!"
The Briton blushed and sat in a chair next to the bed; "How are you feeling?"
"Oh, I feel alright. Thanks for asking." The American stared at the Briton and smiled; "Are those flowers for me?"
"O-oh, y-yes they are" The Briton turned completely red as he handed the bouquet of beautiful and vividly colored flowers to the American.
Before the American could say anything a Nurse came into the room, placed a tray of food on the table before the American, and then left to serve the next person.
"What the hell?" the American said as he stared at the food.
"What's wrong?" The Briton asked.
The American looked up at the Briton and then back down at the tray; "I think she gave me the wrong tray, there's no hamburgers on here!"
"W-what? You git! Those bloody hamburgers are the reason why you had a heart attack in the first place! You have to try and eat healthier things like this." The Briton yelled.
The American chuckled; "Dude, you're overreacting, hamburgers taste too good to do that kind of stuff to me. As a matter of fact, they're going to help me get my strength back!"
"Stop joking around you git!" the Briton yelled; "from now on you have to stop eating hamburgers and start eating healthier food!"
Americas eyes widened in shock; "W-what? No more Hamburgers? B-but I can't last a second without them!"
The Briton sighed; "yes you can no stop whining and eat your breakfast before it gets cold."
America looked down at the tray before him and sighed. There was oatmeal, fruits, a glass of apple juice, some toast with butter, and a carton of milk. He sighed as he picked up a spoonful of oatmeal and then put the spoon in his mouth.
"Well, how is it?" England asked.
"Holy shit!" The American yelled
"W-what's wrong?" England asked
"Dude you have got to try this it tastes totally awesome! It tastes like apples and cinnamon. I love this stuff!" America yelled
England was glad to see that his friend was happy and was eating something besides hamburgers. "It's ok, I don't want any."
America ate the oatmeal and within seconds it was finished.
"That was so awesome. I wonder if I can get seconds!" The American laughed.
"Calm down, I doubt they'll give you seconds. I'll make oatmeal tomorrow and bring some to you" England said.
"N-no thanks! I'm fine" America yelled. The last thing he needed was to eat England's bad cooking to make him sick, it's bad enough that he's still recovering from his heart attack.
America and England spent the rest of the day talking and watching all of America's superhero movies. Despite the fact that America made England watch the Superman movie three times. England tried to put up with it as long as it made the American happy and helped him get his mind off of being in the hospital.
The next day when the Briton went to the hospital the American was lying in bed eating a hamburger.
"W-where did you get that from?" England asked.
The American turned at smiled at the Briton; "Hi England! There's this awesome movie on called Captain America! Come over here a-"
"Don't try and change the subject you git! Now tell me why you're eating a bloody hamburger when you promised me that you wouldn't eat them anymore!" England yelled.
The American was silent for a moment; "I-I'm sorry England. I promise that from now on I won't eat any more burgers." The American mumbled.
England sighed, took a seat next to the American and blankly stared at the television screen.
The room was silent.
Hours later; after watching a marathon of Batman movies the Briton went home and fell asleep.
