Feddy jumped down the stairs, "Hey! Are we ready?"
She stared at all the countries gathered in their living room. Her face fell a little as she noticed one who wasn't there, "Is Britain comin'?"
America shook his head, "No, he always gets sick around this time."
She smiled, "Okay, shall we then?"
"Let's do it little sis!"
She smiled brightly at the other countries, "Thanks for coming, as you all know it's America's birthday today, so I threw this little party for him. Let's start by singin' the national anthem and eatin' cake!"
She burst out singing the national anthem. Once she was finished America dug into the cake. She stopped him after two slices, "Our guests need some cake."
"Oh, sorry everybody." He got plates and made sure that everyone had cake.
Feddy put a piece on a plate and wrapped it up. America stared at it, "What's that for?"
"I figured that once Britain felt better he might want some cake."
America smirked, "You're actually doing something nice for him."
She blushed, "I feel bad, and I ruined a pair of his shoes."
America messed her hair, "Sure little sis."
She looked outside; it was raining on the 4th of July. She sighed and grabbed her Bright yellow rain coat. She walked outside, rain splattered her face. She walked through the grass and mud, around the pond, and arrived at Britain's house. She knocked. The door opened, there stood Sealand and France. France smiled, "Ah, Feddy, have you come to keep me warm in this terribly cold atmosphere?"
"No. I have something for Britain."
Sealand smiled, "That's nice, considering what he's been mumbling in his sleep."
France snickered, "Yes, this could be quite entertaining."
She walked inside and pulled down her hood, she smiled at the beautiful decor, "He's got style, I'll give him that." Sealand showed her where Britain was, he was sitting up in bed, sipping tea. He stared at her, "Aren't you and America throwing a party?"
"Yeah, but I brought you some cake."
"That was thoughtful, thank you."
"I'm sorry I ruined your shoes."
"It's quite alright, as I've told you about 10 times already."
She chuckled and scratched her head, "Sorry."
He rolled his eyes, "Do you want to sit down?"
"Yeah, thanks." She sat down next to his bed. France walked in with some soup for him.
"Here, it will help with your fever." France set the soup down on the nightstand.
Britain stared at it, "I'm not really hungry."
Feddy picked it up and slammed a spoonful in his mouth, "Even if you're not hungry you should eat. When you're sick food may not sound like the best thing, but in reality it's gonna help ya more than any medicine."
France smiled, "She's right you know." After receiving a pointed look from Britain, France exited the room.
Britain stared at Feddy, "I really don't want anything to eat."
She held up another spoonful, "Too bad, because I won't leave until you've eaten it all."
He opened his mouth; she raised her eyebrows, "Fine." She did that until the bowl was empty, "Alright, you've eaten. I'll leave now."
Britain looked at her then at the door, "Feddy, what's your real name?"
"Huh? Oh, it's Ally Jones. What's yours?"
"Arthur Kirkland."
She smiled, "Get better... Arthur." She left with a brief goodbye to Sealand and a big hug from France. When she arrived back at the house America had started opening his presents, he picked up Feddy's, "Yo! Feddy! I'm gonna open it!"
She smirked still wet from the rain, "Go ahead ya big dummy!"
He opened it, "I love it!" He pulled out three hand guns and a rifle. Everyone else backed away slowly. Feddy laughed, "He's not gonna shoot y'all."
"Nope! Just Britain." America laughed.
Feddy smiled but didn't laugh.
Once everyone had left she looked at America, "You didn't have to say that."
"Say what?"
She glared, "That you were gonna shoot Britain!"
"It was a joke Feddy."
"I don't care, he's sick right now!"
"Look, he's my big brother, let me worry about him. You stay away from him."
"I don't have to listen to you."
"In this case, you do. I don't like how you act when someone mentions him. It's almost like you don't hate him at all!"
She gasped, "I don't hate him, he's just annoying!"
"Then that's something you two have in common!"
She shook her head, "I can't look at you right now!" She ran out of the house and to the bench that she had passed on her way to Britain's. She sat down, getting soaked with rain. She cried, why was her brother such an idiot? She felt a hand on her back, France, "Feddy, come on."
He led her to Britain's house. She sat on the couch curled in a ball with a blanket wrapped around her. She heard muffled voices, then another hand on her back. She looked up; Britain stood there, "Are you alright?"
He looked better, which made her smile, "No."
"Then why are you smiling?"
"It's healthy for you."
"I'll have to keep that in mind. Now, what's wrong?"
She explained that America had made her upset, though she avoided what about. When she was finished she sighed, "I was sitting on the bench when France came and got me."
"Well, you helped me, so I'll help you. You can stay here tonight if you wish."
She smiled, "That'd be great." He gave her tea and helped her calm down. Then he turned on the TV, they watched Dr. Who. Feddy ended up loving the show but she fell asleep, her head resting on Britain's shoulder.