Omg haaaay there beautiful. Sorry I've taken so long to update, apparently my teachers really just wanted to given us at least 5 tests each week, with about 4 projects due this week as well... A

Oh and shoutouts to:

MiyatheEarthninja: I bet if you hugged America he would very much appreciate that :3 I just checked...and I'm made in China too :0 I'm just kidding...I'm not made in China... I'm made in 'MURICA

MichiGangster: Omg thank you so much :3 And...kudos to you for having an idea for where its going :D

StarkidWolf: Woopsies, didn't know I'd actually make anyone hungry by saying that x3 Oh my..thank you so much for saying that!

Iggy's Duckie: Omg wowie wow I love your username. And thanks for the feedback, I'll think about adding him at some point..I think it could be interesting! Don't worry... I'm not the biggest fan of IggyPan or AmeriPan. .

America96: Isn't it kind of ridiculous how some people get so upset over something like a correction? I mean it's not like you said something mean, you just made a historical correction, I'll never get mad at that :3

SailorCheesy: I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not, but I'm assuming you aren't, so thanks for reviewing that ;D

Onarwhal: Ohohoho of course I would! I mean who cares if we don't know each other at all...let's get married! xDD

wOWIE WOW WOW i love your username :33 And a bunch of people in the reviews are saying Canada...so there's a possiblity I might add him to help for a bit or somethin'...(for DrWhoisCanda. My phone won't put your name like everyone else's)

Ricato: Ricato...you are just too nice :D! And thank you so much for your suggestion :3 I was having such a hard time figuring out who to add, but I think now Canada will be added at some point...

Guest: Maybe I'll add him too :3 Idk, that could be fairly interesting if helped England out or something...ERghhh so many ideas!

Misguided S (or Misguided Shinigami, whichever you prefer): Omg, wow that is the nicest compliment someone has ever given me :3 I mean more awesome than Prussia? You are way too kind! And YAY, YOU GET THE SONG REFERENCES. I AM REALLY HAPPY NOW BECAUSE OF IT

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, okay?

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Throughout the night, America woke, and slept, amidst the realm of sleep and the realm of reality. Both were just awful. In reality, he felt like he was going to die, and in the realm of the dreams, memories of the Great Depression came flooding in. Accompanied by his fever, his memories turned into to vivid nightmares.

It was a simple day in 1929. America had woken up with an awful headache, and he felt unusually tired. He sat up to go eat some breakfast, hoping that would help. He went down the wooden staircase to find a plate of eggs already made for him, and a usual morning newspaper next to it. America wouldn't admit it to many, but he loved reading the newspaper.

He took the first bite of his bagel, and read the headline. 'America's Stock Market Crashed' was what it read. Suddenly, he didn't feel so hungry anymore. It was a simple day. It was just a regular Tuesday on another October thirtieth. But this time, the stock market had actually crashed. America knew there had been some unrest in many cities, and he knew that the economy was bad, but he didn't know it'd be this bad.

A few minutes later, when America wasn't even dressed and hadn't even finished his breakfast, his boss arrived, with a grim face. "Hey boss, what's up?" He asked, swallowing down the last bite of his eggs. "I'm afraid the news I'm going to tell you won't be good news, so I hope you're prepared." His boss said quietly. America set his fork down, now all of his attention directly to his boss. "As of today, the stock markets have crashed." He glanced over to the morning paper next to said nation, and thought America had probably already found out.

"I know a way we could fix that though, Mr. America," His boss started, bustling over to take a seat across the said nation, "We could go into isolation, breaking off all foreign trade. I've already discussed with a few others and they seem to think it's a great idea." America nodded slowly, taking a nervous sip from his glass. "I hope you don't mind going into a World Meeting today to tell the other nations about it." His boss said, staring intently at America waiting for his answer.

"O-Okay, I'll go." The now apprehensive nation said, taking another sip from his cup. "Perfect!" His boss said, whisking away America's mostly finished plate just to be handed to another servant.

America walked the stairs onto the plane, nervously fumbling around with the hamburger in his pocket. He wanted to eat it, but all the thoughts that filtered through his head of how the World Conference was probably going to go made him not want to. He knew it was going to be a rather long flight, since this current World Meeting was taking place in Austria. A moment later, he took a seat, trying to get as comfortable as possible, but the space was too tight.

Once they landed, America awoke from his nap he just started twenty minutes ago and stood up. All of them boarded off the plane, into the light of day, or rather the cloud covered light of day. He continued walking on, seeing the large World Conference building almost every country had except for his brother, Canada, whom was forgotten by nearly everyone except America.

On the last flight of stairs, America walked, his shoes echoing in the lonesome tiled hallway. In front of him stood the large double doors that held all the probably angry nations on the other side. He apprehensively twisted the doorknob open, revealing the two long rows of grumbling nations, all staring at him expectantly. He gulped, and walked up to the wooden podium in the front.

"I have come here today to tell you all that my country is going into isolation." There were a dozen groans heard throughout the nations, and one of them said, "He's going into isolation? But he's so much in debt to me! Why does he have to be so selfish?" America didn't look up to see who it was, knowing that it was probably China. "And we do not know how long we will be going into isolation."

After his speech, America was on the verge of tears, one of his mistakes after another getting pointed out, making him wish he never accepted the responsibility of coming. He stuttered out, "G-Goodbye, please don't worry. Th-this will all be fixed soon..." He walked off the podium, feeling all the glares and anger being sent to him. "No one will miss you, you bloody fatass." One of the nations said, causing the first tears to spill over.

America ran off into the bathroom at the end of the hall, slamming a stall door open. His vision was blurry, and he was pretty sure he was still crying. He sat down on the toilet, and brought his hands to his face, wishing he had never woken up that morning. A few moments later, he heard footsteps in the stall, and quieted himself. "America, are you in here?" The all too familiar English accent asked, the sounds of the stalls being opened was heard.

Finally the last stall was opened, and England saw America, in tear stained glasses, staring up at him. "I'm sorry America... Please wake up." America looked up at England in confusion, not knowing what he meant. "C'mon America...please wake up."

America awoke out of his dream with a sudden jolt, taking in his surroundings. He was slick with sweat, and his face was red and covered in tears. Next to him was England, strangely enough England looked about ready to shed some tears himself. The idea that England was probably about to cry was forgotten as a bolt of nausea shot through America, making him lie back down immediately.

England immediately offered a cup of water, and America of course immediately declined. "How are you going to get better if you won't even drink the damn water? C'mon, you idiot, you can't survive through this without water!" England said, tightening his grip on the plastic cup, his impatience rising. "But I don't like water..." America whined, tearing the blankets off of him. "Just drink it you bloody idiot! I'm getting impatient!"

America leaned forward slightly, and snatched the cup out of England's hand and chugged the cold liquid down. Once the last gulp was swallowed, the cup was set aside, later forgotten. "What were you dreaming about?" England asked.

"Oh, uh nothing Iggy...Just some weird dream I had!" America said, kind of surprised at how lame his excuse was. "Are you sure? You were crying. I don't think that's just some weird dream." England said. "It's...It was nothing, don't worry 'bout it..."

"Hey, could you turn the TV on? I'm bored..." America muttered, turning to lie down on his back, trying to find a position that he'd be comfortable. "Alright, what do you want to watch?" The older nation asked, almost sounding like he was talking to a child. "Uh, I guess something on Cartoon Network, or maybe an action movie or something..." America mumbled, reaching out for his glasses.

"Here you go love," England muttered, handing America his glasses, not realising what he just said. "Iggy? Did you just call me 'love'?" America asked, sliding his glasses on with little difficulty. England blinked a few times, a small blush creeping over his cheeks before yelling, "No I did not you bloody wanker! Are you really that delirious to think I would call you such a thing?!"

England continued to ramble on before he noticed America staring at him with a small smile and immediately stopped talking with his small blush spreading further across his cheeks, realising he probably wasn't helping himself out here. "Will you stop staring! It makes you look like an idiot!" England quickly spouted, crossing his arms and frowning. America started to laugh before his laughs turned into coughs. His coughing grew violent, and tears were springing to his eyes at his apparent lack of breath. He sat up, hoping that would help, but it only made it worse.

Immediately snapping out of his embarrassment, or at least trying to, England sat down on the bed, and awkwardly began to rub America's back, hoping it would help. Eventually the coughing died down, and America flopped back onto his back, almost crushing England's hand along with it. England grumbled something, before he heard the vibration of his phone from the nightstand. He hoped it wouldn't be frog face again...

He opened his phone and pressed 'answer', "Hello, it's Germany. Have you found America?" Germany asked, sounding quiet through the bad signal of the low connection of the motel. "Yes, I have. He is in a motel, and he is very ill." England said quietly, trying to not get America's attention. "Oh, why is he sick?" The German nation asked. "Well his economy is horrible, and so it is affecting his health greatly." The bushy-browed nation muttered. "Alright then, take care of him." Germany said, the phone call ending.

When England turned back around, America was clutching onto his stomach, breathing quickly and shallowly. "America? What's wrong?" England asked, approaching the bed. "My-My stomach really hurts..." America groaned, flopping onto his side, curling into a ball. "It hurts so much..." He mumbled, now both of his hands on his stomach. "How can I help?" England asked, trying not to lose his composure. "Bring me...Bring me the trash bin..."

England brought it over to America without question, and the latter nation leaned over the bed, and wretched into the bin. Just like the first time England encountered America passed out in front of the toilet, there was some strange black liquid oozing its way out. He didn't look for too long though, since England had the tendency to have a weak stomach.

Once America was done, he shifted back onto his back, sinking into the bed, groaning. His hands were still clenched to his stomach, and he looked even more in pain. Small tears made its way into England's eyes, his anger towards America's government, and the fact nothing he was doing for America was helping, possibly only making it worse. And seeing how much pain America was in, the same nation whom he had raised, the same nation that was really worth his time, the same nation he had at one time devoted his entire life to, the same damn nation whom was the only one England really cared that much for, was getting worse and worse right before his very eyes.

Before England could stop himself, or go to the bathroom where he'd be hidden, the first tear fell, and ran slowly down his face, with many more to come. While America slipped in and out of consciousness, England sat there, on the small chair, crying. It was so uncharacteristic to cry, but it was also uncharacteristic of America to be bedridden in so much pain.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rung. England thought it was probably room service, even though room service wasn't ordered. Maybe they were feeling generous? England stood up, not bothering to hide his tears, considering it was probably just staff, and it would be a 'violation of privacy' to ask why England was crying. To his surprise, it wasn't staff. It was the frog; France.

France looked down, and gasped. "Oh Angleterre! You have been crying!" France exclaimed, as England quickly tried to wipe away any tears that remained. "What are you talking about you bloody frog! I have allergies, can't you tell?" England's mood immediately switched from somber, to annoyed. "Angleterre, your excuses are horrible!" France exclaimed once more.

"Why are you here anyways?" England asked, furrowing his brows, his mouth twisting into its usual frown. "I wanted to check on Ameriques condition of course! I won't stay too long, alright?" France quickly added, noticing England's growing agitation. "Alright, but hurry up."

France pranced over to the bed, and once again gasped. He glanced over to the bin, and muttered, "Oh my God..." seeing how much vomit was in the bin. In his sleep, America was still clutching his stomach, and he was still breathing shallowly. "He looks like he's dying!" France exclaimed, turning around to England. "You look like you're about to cry again!'

England pressed his lips together, knowing if he retaliated, his voice would come out shaky and uneven, instantly giving away that he was on the verge of tears. "Oh Angleterre, it'll be okay. You just have to wait this out with him and take care of him. Unfortunately there's not much else you can do. But listen- look at me," France paused, waiting for England to look up, "He needs as much help and support as he can get in this state, so just be there for him." The French nation said, hoping England would believe his words.

England nodded, even despite France's words, still feeling rather helpless. With that, France escorted himself out, leaving England there with the dreadfully sick America. "Please get better soon America, it hurts so much to see you like this..." England muttered, taking his previous seat. He brought his hands to his face, letting the tears fall once more with the sound of the TV flickering in the background. He didn't know how much longer he could take this.

A/N Erghgghghgh I feel so mean for doing that to both America and England. I even feel guilty... So was England out of character with the whole crying scene? Sorry, I always worry about that . Anyways I hope you can forgive me for putting America through so much pain! Especially having that dream sequence... it was a rather depressing dream to write to be honest. Ugh, one of you go teleport to the world of Hetalia and give America and England a hug, because they definitely need it! Especially England right now! Okay, so was France okay in this? I made sure for him to not really...help, or stick around long, just like many of you requested :3. Anyways, please review, if you do, I'll give you chocolates! Or pizza! Whichever you prefer! Thankyou all so much for your support in all this! ~Ciao~