Australia was sprawled out on England's couch, flicking through channel after channel trying to find something decent to watch. It had been two weeks since the accident and that meant it had been one week of living on England's couch. The Englishman had offered him a bedroom but Australia decided that the lounge room was closest to the kitchen, bathroom and the T.V. Having a broken leg meant that the Australian couldn't move around much and he was getting really bored, he had even finished watching season one and two of Sherlock!

England walked into the dimly lit room 'here you go' he said as he placed a plate on Australia's lap. Australia studied the… food? "Is there something wrong?" England asked and raised an eyebrow.

Australia was about to reply with a smart arsed statement but was cut off by the doorbell. England turned to go and answer the door, leaving Australia to way up the advantages of staying with England or moving to France.

"Hey dude!" Came a loud voice from the door way "how are you feeling?"

Australia looked up and saw America striking a hero pose with an agitated England standing behind him. "Hey mate, I'm ok, England's been doing a great job looking after me" The Australian said with a smile on his face.

"I will leave both of you to it than" England stated as he turned and gave a small wave.

As soon as England was out of earshot Australia's face fell. America noticed this as he walked closer and sat down on the chair next to him "What's wrong?"

"Mate, I haven't eaten anything decent since staying with England" Australia sighed "I mean I love the guy and all but he can't cook for shit." America started to laugh, "come on mate, it's not that funny" Australia said with a small laugh.

America eventually stopped laughing and whipped at his eye. "If you want, I could go get you some Mc Donald's or something" America offered.

The Australian's face brightened as his emerald eyes gleamed up at America. "Thank you so much America!"

America gave a little laugh and stood up, straightening his jacket. "I'll be back soon" he said and left the house to go get Australia's food.

Australia sighed and looked down at the plate that was still on his lap…. Was it that colour before? Moving the plate onto the coffee table the Australian hoped that it wouldn't grow legs and start walking around.

"Where did America go?" Australia looked back to see England walking into the room.

"He went to go get me some Macca's" Australia said as England sat on the same seat that was once occupied by the American.

"What do you mean? I just made you some perfectly good food" England said as he pointed at the food.

"Well that's not exactly what I would call food" Australia said jokingly.

England looked hurt by this last comment. "Fine! I'll just go throw it out then" England yelled.

Australia could see that he had hurt the Englishman's feelings. Just as England went to stand, Australia reached out and grabbed his hand. He noticed how much smaller and delicate the Englishman's hands were compared to his own. "I'm sorry, please don't leave."

"Why should I? All you do is make fun of my cooking" England said, his voice full of hurt.

Australia thought back at all the times he had made fun of the older man's cooking. Wow, he had been making fun of him a lot. "I promise I will never make fun of your cooking ever again" Australia said seriously.

"Ok then, just let me go and throw this out" England sighed as he walked into the kitchen. Just then, the front door opened reviling America caring bags of Mc Donald's.

"Dudes, the hero has arrived!" The American exclaimed loudly.

Australia could tell that this was going to be an exciting night, well, at least more exciting than sitting alone and watching reruns.