Chapter 7
"How many times do I have to tell that you can't go back to your house with your current health condition?" England scolded the stubborn American. "You have a temperature of 39 degree Celsius!" and showed the thermometer right in front of America's face.
America pouted his pinkish cheeks and furrowed his eyebrows. "But I'm bored staying in your hotel for straight five days! It's also a torture not eating my favorite hamburger and milkshake!" America retorted as he crossed his arms against his chest after he shove the thermometer away from his face.
The thin line of patience snapped which rose England's temper. "How could I and Canada let you eat such unhealthy food? It will just make your body weaker! Besides, what made you to get such high fever? What did you eat? What did you do?" England threw more words back to America for not wanting to lose in this talk fight.
It was already 7:30 p.m. England switched with Canada just an hour ago and started to look after America with his watchmen. Lithuania and Poland tried to stop their bickering for they didn't want to disturb their neighbors but their warnings were ignored.
America sneezed few times before retorting back. He was adamant and also didn't want to lose this fight either. "I don't know! I don't know the reason why I got this fever. All I could think the reason of this sickness is stress so let me at least eat my favorite hamburger and milkshake!"
England sighed irritatingly as he let his fingers run through his blond messy hair. There were few moments of silence until Lithuania spoke. "England, I think we could just at least give America a hamburger and milkshake for today. It's also not good to stress the sick man to be more stressed." Lithuania suggested awkwardly. Poland nodded in agreement.
"Well?" America gave a sardonic grin which made the other to irritate again. England bit his lips before making a decision and sighed again.
"Fine! I'll permit you to eat but you will only eat one hamburger and one milkshake in a small-sized cup, got it?" England emphasizes. America reacted indignantly.
"What?! Only one hamburger and small-sized milkshake? That's-"
"Okay, then don't eat anything." England intervened and tried to walk away before America would start his long complains.
"Okay, fine! I'll eat 'em! Sheesh!" America said then reclined his back against the wall with a huff, still his arms were still crossed. England smirked triumphantly before he faced his patient again.
"I will go and buy your meal now so Lithuania and Poland please look after that spoiled child." He said and left the room. Lithuania and Poland sighed in relief that their fight didn't went worse and decided on the vacant seat in the room.
"Pfft, England, he's always a worrisome guy." America sighed and chuckled. "I'm not his kid anymore." America said as he put his hands behind his head.
"Hey, hey, America, chill, it's good that England decided that he'll buy your favorite food for you." Poland said as he faced the sick man. "If it was Switzerland who was looking after you, I'm sure he won't let you eat even a portion of the burger."
"Poland is right, America so be thankful and stop complaining." Lithuania added. America stared the duo for awhile but smiled.
"Yeah, maybe you guys are right." America said. He then glanced over the desk and saw his laptop. "Umm, Lithuania, can you get my laptop over there please? I think I should contact my boss and do some of my works or else I will be forced to work overnight again."
Lithuania turned his head and saw the laptop that America was pertaining to. He then stood and walked over to get it and hand it over to America carefully. "Don't push yourself too much." Lithuania reminded.
"No worries and thanks for your concern." America said simultaneously opening his laptop and turned the power on. While waiting for his laptop to load America remembered of giving a message to Canada through messenger to request him to bring a certain book he forgot to tell him few hours ago.
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Canada's POV
It was still 2:45 p.m. when Canada returned to his house, so he decided to make pancakes for his afternoon snack before he start with his paper works again. Canada also needed to make some presentations for the meeting he will have with the government leaders next week. Just thinking about it makes the Canadian sigh.
Kumajirou and Tony were lively as usual. They were currently playing the games that Tony brought from America's house. At least they are not bored, Canada thought.
After he made the third pancake, Canada heard the ringtone of his messenger. Wondering who gave his message, he turned off the stove first and decided to reply the message.
"Oh, it's from America." He mumbled and tapped the profile picture of his brother. His eyes went from left to right, reading the message in few seconds.
"A Native American History Book? Why he wants to read that now?" Canada inquired himself but shrugged. "Maybe he's really bored huh but can he read with his condition right now?" He wondered. When Canada was about to lock his cell phone, he received another message. This time, the message was sent through the 'Investigation team' group chat.
Let's have a short meeting tomorrow in England's place. I want to share some information I found. It was from Romania. Let's meet there at 3:00 p.m.
Canada smiled when he learned that everyone didn't slack off doing their assigned job. He felt that he also should do his best to do his part but at the same time, he also needed to adjust his schedule for tomorrow.
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America was standing in the middle of the white flowers all dyed with crimson red substances. He just stared at them with his dead eyes. Some of its petals were withered; some were missing, while some of its stem couldn't bear the liquid which made them to bend until their stigmas hit the ground.
Soon America noticed the white mist started to permeate the whole gloomy garden as he felt a cold air in the atmosphere. Slowly, he faced back as he was expecting someone standing behind just few meters away from him.
As expected, the lady he saw in his previous dreams appeared, giving her fierce and scowling look to the country. America just gaze at her with melancholy and started walking towards her.
"I'm not sure if I know you but I think I met you somewhere, didn't I?" America started to speak while the lady still keeps her mien. "I'm sorry I can't remember what I did to you but could you at least tell me your name?" He said, trying to sound as gentle as possible, but then halted his steps when he felt it's dangerous to approach her further.
The lady cocked her head, letting her long black hair to flow over her chest and covering half of her face. "Of course you don't remember me because I was just a small being to you." She finally spoke but her words were harsh. This time, she was the one who approached America.
"You and your sick government treated me and my tribe like a trash. You didn't even cared even a bit when we were suffering. That's your sin, America! You abandoned us!" She shouted and tears of hatred and anger started to trickle down her cheek.
America winced with her words and bit his lower lip. He really cursed himself for he couldn't recall what he have done to her and her tribe. But as soon as the mist got thin between him and the lady, he noticed that the lady's attire were somewhat traditional like the old Native American costume.
"Wait a minute" America pondered as he downcast and rummaged over his memories to find a specific time period he last saw the lady's attire. After few moments of contemplation, gradually his face turned into a horrified expression as his eyes widened in dread and his body begun to tremble.
"No way, no way, no way." America mumbled with his wobbling voice. "There's no way you are the-" the moment he raised his head to face the lady, he was shocked that the lady was levitating right in front of the country while her face was just inches away from the other. This made America to freeze in his position, unable to neither move nor breathe properly. The lady caressed America's cheek as she didn't averted her brown eyes from the azuline eyes that were now filled with fear.
"It's too late, America, you can't return and rewrite the past. It's all over." The lady said in a sad tone. "That's why you are going to pay for what you did."
America's lips quivered as his eyes dilated again for a brief second. "What do you mea-" his sentence halted in the midway when he realized what the lady was pertaining to. He didn't want to believe that he was the culprit but that was the only explanation he could think of, especially it also explains the reason of his sudden fever and colds.
"B-but there's no way I did the-" America still tries to deny but his words trailed off when he again looked straight to the lady's gaze but unfortunately, there were no hints of lie detected from the lady. This made the country's face grim.
The lady caressed America's cheek once again and gave her malicious smile. "This is only just a beginning, America. Your suffering is just as light as a feather comparing to the pain I received. Slowly, be devoured by the darkness until you can't recognize who you are and your friends are." then did a dark chuckle.
All what America could do that time was just stare back the lady with a deep agony.
"Why, Sarah-" his words trailed off as soon as he and the lady were surrounded by black mist, twirling around them until they were pulled into a deep abyss.
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The following day...
"Is everyone already here?" Canada asked while preparing his notebook for jotting down notes.
"I think Romania isn't here yet." Germany replied after he scanned each person's face. The investigation team gathered in England's house to have their meeting regarding the demon case. "He is the one who called us here and yet he's already late for ten minutes."
"Overslept perhaps?" England guessed while serving teas to his visitors and placed a plate filled with biscuits they could eat during the meeting.
Germany sighed and got his cell phone from his pocket. "I will call hi-" before he could end his sentence, they heard a chime from downstairs.
"Speaking of the devil, he's here." Norway said. England immediately went downstairs and few minutes later, he came back with wore out Romania. His appearance surprised his fellow teammates.
"Whoa, Romania, what happened?" Canada asked. Romania wiped his sweat with his handkerchief first before he replied.
"Moldova suddenly attacked me the moment I tried to nation-hop here. He demanded me to hand him out sweets! My goodness, he was really scary!" Romania explained, slight shivers and goose bumps were felt all over his body. The listeners just chuckled or sighed with his experience and decided to start the meeting.
"I want to thank all of you for answering my request." Romania panted but tried to sound as normal as possible. "Especially England for letting us to hold your meeting here in your house." and gave his slight bow to the British man as a sign of appreciation.
"I wanted to have this meeting today because I found out something very important. This made me realized that we should hurry our investigation processes before everything will turn out late." Romania said with his voice filled with seriousness.
"What do you mean?" Canada prompted as uneasiness suddenly started to surge inside him. Romania gave a brief glance to the Canadian before he started to explain.
"As we all know, there is a high possibility that one of our kind might be possessed by a demon, right?" Everyone nodded for that was the only explanation they could find. "That means, if we won't remove the demon inside that country, it will be only a matter of time before that country will be devoured by the demon and become the demon itself which will transform into a demon that could harm the countries too." He said as calmly as possible but he failed to stop his co-workers from gasping.
"T-that means that country can't become a country anymore?" Canada stammered. His question flinched every country in the room. To be not country anymore is the worst scenario. What's even worse is that, the country will not just become a former country but it will transform into a malicious demon.
Romania just gave him a dread look. "I'm not sure about that but it's a big possibility that certain country won't be a country anymore that's why we must hurry and identify the country who is unconsciously turning into a demon."
"We are total of 196 countries and plus 30 or more if we total the number of micronations and former countries." Germany said as he held his chin with his folded fingers.
"About that." England said as he brought out a paper with the list of some countries, micronations and colonies. "I also found out something about the demon and one of these countries in the list might be the demon." And took some sips of his self-prepared Earl Grey tea after he handed out the list to everyone.
"Can you explain it to us why they are the suspects?" Germany said after reading all the names in the list. He couldn't believe that his elder brother was one of the suspects. England nodded to Germany's request and fixed his posture.
"There are certain rules when demon will possess a human, or let's say a country in this case. Whenever a demon will enter a country's body, the iris of the vessel will change. Countries with blue eyes will change into purple, green to color red, brown to yellow and vice versa." England explained while writing a diagram about his explanation.
"And that's how I came up with the idea of narrowing down the suspects. Lithuania and Poland helped me in making the list and we're pretty sure they are complete."
"According to Belgium's words, she saw two blue orbs..." Romania mumbled. "Probably they were vampire's eyes."
"That means I, Germany, and Canada will be suspects too, huh." Norway mumbled as he studied the names in the list. "So the suspects are I and the rest of the Nordics, Germany, Prussia, Russia, France, Latvia, Estonia, Ukraine, Belarus, Austria, Monaco, Kugelmugel, Sealand, Canada, and America."
"There are pretty a lot of them." Romania said as he reclined his back against the chair. Germany and Canada did a deep breath for they were also one of the suspects in this demon case. Just thinking that there might be a demon residing in their bodies gives them wave of shivers.
"It's not my line to say this but how are we going to identify the demon from this number?" Canada asked. "And they are all living in all four corners of the earth! It's close to impossible to catch the demon before he or she might attack another country again."
"About that matter, I have a suggestion." Norway said and opened his hand in the midair. Few moments later, suddenly a light sky blue light sparked aloft on his palm, which surprised the others, as the light started to shape into two runes.
"I want to plant these runes, Thurisaz and Raidho, in each suspect so that I can easily detect who are behaving in an unusual way. Through these runes, I will know if that country is sleeping, walking, running, or even flying." Norway explained which awed his teammates.
"You got an amazing magic, Norway." England marveled.
"Can't you remove or at least recognize who is possessed by a demon with your magic?" Germany asked, pertaining also to the two wizards. The trio glanced at one another and shook their heads.
"We already tried doing that but it was futile. We can't even detect any demonic aura from anyone." Romania said disappointingly. "Even Norway's runes didn't work."
"So we concluded that the only chance to defeat the demon is when the demon himself will come out from its own will." Norway said.
"That means we are going to take the risk that someone will be sacrificed?" Canada inquired uneasily. England nodded in response.
"Yes, but we got no choice. Fortunately, through the runes of Norway, the possibility of someone will get bitten became low but we can't still assure their safety."
"The moment someone turns into a demon, I can easily recognize who that person is and where he or she is." Norway added. "The only flaw in this magic is when the demon will nation-hop. Remember, the demon is residing in a country. That means, the demon may nation-hop if he or she wants to so in that few moments of nation-hopping, the magic signal will temporarily be cut-off."
"So that means there will be delay for few seconds before you can inform everybody about demon's location." Germany ended and received nods from Norway. This gave cold sweats to all the members.
"I can immediately nation-hop to where the demon is because it's my magic." Norway said.
"But it's too risky if you are only the one who will try to seal the demon." Romania said with concern.
"That's why I'm also planning to teach you and England this magic so that you two can come with me too. Sounds good, right?" Norway's idea awed everyone once again. Canada and Germany looked at each other, having silent decision-making through their eyes.
"But is it really okay for you guys? I feel bad that almost all the burden is carried by you, wizards." Canada said as he rubbed his cheek. Even if he still doesn't want have enough knowledge about demons, he still worries about the consequences they might experience when they're dealing with a demonic creature.
"True and this plan is pretty risky, I presume." Germany commented.
England smiled as he recognized their concerns. "Don't worry, we are used to it. It's also a pretty good advantage for us to test our magic skills." The British man said slyly. "And because of you two gave us some clues you found out from Liechtenstein and Belgium's case, we were able to narrow down our research." The two other wizards nodded in total agreement with England's remark.
"Besides, we are the only countries who can do this role anyway." Romania said and took a bite of biscuit, feeling hungry after having their serious discussion.
"As soon as we determine who the demon is and its location, we will inform you immediately and you two will be in charge of spreading the information to the rest of the countries. Who knows if the demon might attack two countries in one night." Norway said. Germany and Canada nodded. Though their role seems small comparing to the job of wizards, still their role is very important to keep all the countries on guard.
"By the way, Norway, when are you planning to plant the runes you told us to the suspects?" Germany asked after he finished his tea.
"After I teaching Romania and England about the usage of these runes. This magic is pretty easy so I think they could master within an hour. After that, we will plant the runes to the suspects." Norway replied.
"Should we tell this information to others?" Romania asked.
"I think we better not so that we can avoid confusion and chaos." Canada suggested. Everyone agreed then had some few discussion before they formally ended their meeting. Canada returned to the hotel where America is, Germany went off to visit his brother who is currently in Hungary to protect his childhood friend with Austria and Italy, while the wizard trio went to Norway's house to learn the magic.
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Canada did few knocks before he slid the card key to open the locked door that connects to America's room.
"I'm back, brother." Canada said with his soft voice simultaneously walking further inside the room.
"Oh, welcome back, Canada" America greeted as soon as he saw his brother. Canada noticed that America was wearing thick sweater and scarf around his neck, which was unusual for him to wear especially it was his first time to wear that outfit within these five days of hotel life.
Canada also noticed the book that he brought from America's place for his brother asked him to bring it for him though he doesn't know the reason why America suddenly wanted to read that book.
"Are you feeling cold this time?" Canada asked in concern as he sat on the chair beside the bed. For the past few days, America was drenched with sweat and it was only night time America usually wrap himself with the blanket but this time was different.
America rubbed his neck and replied. "Yeah, I don't know why but I just felt suddenly cold this time. My temperature is still the same as yesterday but look, now I'm wearing the clothes I'm not used to it."
Canada scrutinized America's appearance. He noticed that his face becomes paler than before, bluish eye bags were recognizable below his eye lids and slight coughs were released in every random moment from the hero's lips. It was like his life energy were being drained all of sudden. He couldn't even see a glint of light from his brother's eyes that were used to be sparkling when every time he will look into his eyes. This made Canada to bit his lips in frustration and sadness as a great feeling of indignation welled up inside him.
America noticed the perturbation of his brother. He knew that his current condition made Canada to worry him a lot and even made some time to look after him despite of his busy schedules. This made America to form a sentimental smile and grasped his brother's hands.
"Don't worry, Canada, I will be alright so don't make like that face." America reassured and gave his small grin. Canada returned his gaze to his twin and smiled.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, I'm just stressed. It's my first time to see you so sick so maybe I just went frantic." Canada said which made America to chuckle.
"I agree with you, bro. I'm also surprise why I'm not getting better even I ate my favorite hamburger and milkshake yesterday." America joked half-heartedly inconspicuously sliding the book he read on beside desk.
"Hey, Canada." America said after his chuckle trailed away which made Canada to be surprised a bit when he recognized the change of his brother's attitude. "What will you do if someone in the past, who carries a big hatred, grudge, or anger towards you, suddenly appears in front of you and tries to kill you, what will you do?" His sudden question bewildered the other.
"Why do you ask?" Canada inquired, curious why his brother suddenly opened up a deep question which is also out of his character. America averted his eyes and reclined his back against the pile of pillows behind him.
"Just wondering" America replied and returned his gaze to Canada with a cryptic smile. The other twin arched his eyebrow in wonder. He felt something is definitely off from America since he started to get sick.
"Is it all related to the dream you are seeing every night?" Canada guessed, though he was confident with his answer. America flinched and did a bashful grin as he lightly scratched his cheek. His reaction gave an obvious answer to the other.
"I'm not sure what I will do if I am in that position." Canada said and looked pensive. He didn't encounter that kind of scenario before so he just needs to rely on his imagination. "But if I cause so much pain to that person, I think it's also a great chance to apologize and repent for what I did to him or her. Though I'm not sure how to do that, I will do my best to love that person until that person will be released from his or her hatred." That was the best answer Canada thought of for now.
America nodded understandingly. "But what if that person won't stop hating you until you die?"
Canada cocked his head again and tried to ask why America is asking these hard yet deep questions. Do these questions have to do with his dream? He thought but Canada shrugged those feelings aside for now and thought for an answer.
"I...don't know but I will still love that person, that's certain. I don't want to cause another pain to that person again." Canada replied as he felt a sudden sadness after he imagined the scenarios. "Hate comes from love so only love can erase the hatred from someone's heart."
Canada's last statement made America's eyes widened for a brief moment and smiled. "It sounds like you." He said then averted his eyes again from his brother and looked outside the window. Canada cocked his head again. Does that dream bother him so much?
Canada decided to blurt his thoughts. "America, this time, I want you to answer my questions." Canada said. America returned his gaze to his brother and reclined his back against the pile of pillows.
"Sure, if I can answer them all." America replied.
"What did you see this time?" Canada asked. "You're acting weird these days, especially when you started to dream that weird dream. What did you see this time? What happened to you in your dream?" The Canadian demanded for answers.
America flinched and blinked his eyes for several times. His brother's adamant gaze was so intent which was difficult for America to think for possible excuses. "Wha- nothing bad happened to me in my dreams. I'm perfectly fine. It's true that my dream is becoming vivid every night but that doesn't do anything with my sickness." America waved his hands in defense.
"You're lying." Canada said, his patience becoming thin for his brother was persistent for not revealing his true feelings. "Is it very important that you can't even share that secret to me?" His voice became soft and sad. This made America to bit his lips and sighed in defeat.
"Canada" America grasped his brother's shoulders. "I'm sorry that I made you feel like this. I was just probably over-thinking about the recent dream I'm seeing. Yes, to be honest, the dream that I'm seeing bothers me so much." America finally expressed his feelings. He then removed his grasped and placed it on his abdomen.
"Remember that I told you about the lady I saw in my dream few days ago? America asked. Canada nodded in response.
"If I wasn't mistaken, she was crying and shouting at you, right?" Canada prompted.
"Yeah, just yesterday I realized that she was wearing traditional Native American clothes." When America said that, Canada gasped. He knows the cruel and brutal history of the Native Americans; the unfair treatment they received from the government and their agony to sell or surrender their holy land by force.
"Now I understand why you asked me those questions." Canada said sadly. "And that's why you suddenly started to read the Native American History Book." America nodded.
"Well, it's only a dream so I think I should not think too much about it, especially I caused too much trouble to my worrisome brother." America said wryly as he placed his hands behind his head which made Canada to pout his cheeks in embarrassment. "But thanks to you, I feel lighter than before. Geez, I didn't thought that I will be bothered by a single dream so long!" America thanked his brother. This made Canada to smile.
"No need to thank me, I'm always here for you" Canada said.
Soon, America asked about the progress of the demon case and listened to the information Canada said. Of course, Canada didn't break his promise with his fellow investigation team about the runes and the suspects.
America, while listening to his brother, felt a guilt for not sharing all the details of his dream but he got no choice and he wasn't sure about it so he decided to keep this secret to himself.
Forgive me, Canada...
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It was already 7:30 p.m. the time for England to look after his ex-brother. Before Canada took his leave, he shared about the discussion they had with America; his dreams and concerns.
England attentively listened to the entire story and thanked Canada for letting America to open his heart to share the problem he had. Soon after, Canada bid his good bye to England and America and left the room.
"Yo, England! What's my dinner for today?" America beamed. He halted his busy fingers on the keyboard to greet the British man. England brought out a medium sized blue lunch box and a water bottle from his bag and gave it to America.
"France made this for you and this tea is from Japan. Make it sure that you finish them. They were so worried about you." England said and flopped on the sofa nearby simultaneously letting a sigh of relaxation after a long tiring day. As soon as he reclined his back against the chair, he loosened his necktie and unbuttoned the first button of his shirt to have a better breathing.
America felt the warm and love from his friends from the meal and the drink they prepared it from him. This made his cheeks to turn pink and did a bashful grin. "Geez, I have to treat them something as soon as I recover. They're really bunch of caring guys." America said and started to eat his dinner after he set his laptop aside and placed it on beside desk.
England stared at his ex-brother for awhile before he decided to speak up. "I heard from Canada. You were bothered by your dream." This made America to flinch but appeared to be nonchalant.
"Yeah, but I'm fine now. Canada helped me to release those negative feelings aside." America said and beamed. England just hummed in reply. "It seems like you're healthier now. Did you check your temperature?"
"I did before you came and it was 38.3 degree Celsius." America replied after he opened the lunch box.
"That's still pretty high but I hope it will continue to decrease until you are healthy enough to go back to your house as soon as possible." England said sardonically. America laughed with his ex-brother's usual sense of humor.
The two former brothers did some short conversation while having their pack up dinner. They discussed their opinions about the demon case and other topics were random. After around forty minutes, they finished eating their dinner and the duo went back to their responsibilities they have to accomplish before their respective deadlines. During their work, not even one of them dared to talk. They were rapt with their assigned tasks from their boss. For almost the whole three hours, all they could hear were the clacking sounds of the keyboards, groans of stress, and the flipping sounds of the papers.
Soon, America's concentration snapped, he shut down his laptop after saving his work and decided to stretched his body. He slid his legs out of the bed and slowly tried to stand with his weak feet. America wobbled a bit for he was sitting or lying on the bed for almost the entire day except when he went to the restroom or to take some bath.
America then walked and stopped in front of the window where he could see the balcony outside and stretched his body while gazing the city lights that makes his view beautiful. He was staying at the second to the last floor of the hotel so his view was spectacle. His eyes scanned the whole scenery from side to side, not leaving any detail of it. America then gazed skywards, where he saw a bright full moon shining in the middle of the black night sky which was bright enough to hide the sparkles of the nearby stars. This view made America sentimental.
England clutched the nose of his bridge and closed his sored eyes. He let out another sigh of stress and decided to take some break after observing his ex-brother stretching.
England stood up from his sofa, stretched his back and got his portable mug to make a tea for himself. "England" America called out the country name of the British man.
"What?" England answered, not bothering to look at his companion for he was focused in making his tea.
"If I am the demon, please don't hold back to use your magic to kill me." His remark halted England from pouring the hot water in his portable mug and whipped his head to America. England knew when America will speak that way, he is serious. He didn't even sense that America was joking.
The American was showing his back so England wasn't able to study his ex-brother's expression. "America..." England mumbled and released a 'tch' from his lips and continued to make his tea.
"IF you are a demon though." England said. He really doesn't want and really hoped that America is not the demon. In case he also casted the rune that he learned from Norway to America when he handed out the lunch box and the water bottle.
America turned his body towards England and smiled, which was cryptic in British man's view. "Haha, well, you're right." America cackled as he dug his hands inside the pockets of his gray sweater pants.
Suddenly, a familiar piercing pain was felt from his head which made America to wince. England noticed his ex-brother's painful expression and so he tried to walk towards America for he was worried but was stopped when America gestured his hand that he's fine.
"America, I think you should rest now. Overworking is not good when you're sick." England said, his voice softer than usual. America nodded and complied. He went back to his bed and snuggled inside his blanket. England observed his patient going back to his bed, making it sure that America will rest. After few moments, England then also returned to his seat and started to continue his presentation.
"England" America called.
"What? Why are you not sleeping yet?" England answered back, a bit surprised that America wasn't asleep yet but appeared to be nonchalant while typing some words in a certain slide.
"Remember my words, okay?"
This remark halted England's busy fingers for a moment before he begun typing again. "Fine, but that will be a case if you are a demon." England reminded again. America smirked and gazed the full moon before he closed his eyes.
I'm counting on you, England.