"Italics for flashbacks. For sure. Is this a bromance or a romance?" A very good question my friend! (Also, just a bit late for the flashback debate. If I changed it now it would probably make things a bit more confusing) Anyways, for the bromance vs. romance thing, the whole FACE family is, well, a family thing; New England, Louisiana Territory, Spanish Florida, Santa Fe de Nueve Mexico, and the other territories are also family, America's younger brothers and sisters. As for America and Korea, if I spoiled that then it wouldn't be a surprise now would it?

Anyways I have the usual warnings of Anorexia/Bulimia, cursing, and improper grammar/spelling. I hope you enjoy this chapter and remember that the hero loves you!

Korea and Britain did not sleep at all that night, talking about their favorite teas (It ended up as a debate between black tea and green tea), exchanging stories from when they were children (When Korea got stuck in a tree? Hilarious. When France forced England into one of his tunics? Absolutely humorous), as well as their time with their families (Of course, the British Isles could be very rough with each other, and all of Asia would never be on good terms with each other at the same time); All in all, it had been a good night between two nations that got along like old friends. Of course, when France, Canada, Louisiana, and New England (And the dogs, of course) woke up, they couldn't help but comment on how tired and pale they looked. "I'm fine, it's just a tea withdrawal!" Britain assured them. "It's the jacked up time-zones messing with me, I'll be fine!" Korea laughed, and the other nations just sighed. Of course, they had were worrying over two closet-worry-warts. "So what's for breakfast? I'm cooking!" Britain exclaimed, and France paled," I am sure zhat is not necessary, you et Korea look very unwell, why don't you two rest while me and Canada-" "Are you doubting us?" Korea asked, standing up abruptly," That does it! Me and Britain are making Breakfast! Both of you, out of the kitchen, go!"

Canada, Louisiana, New England, and France were hurriedly shooed out of the kitchen, and blocked off by a baby-gate that America used to keep Apollo out of the kitchen when he was cooking. "So what are you thinking of today?" Korea asked, rolling up his sleeves. "Er... maybe you should cook, if they seem to react like that" Britain said awkwardly, and Korea frowned," Nonsense! You British people like beans on toast, right? Go ahead and make that! I'll make some banchan and soup!" Britain shrugs, and grabs a loaf of wheat bread," I guess... but I don't know where the beans are..." "Third cabinet over the oven" Korea said simply, already gathering cucumber, salt, pepper flakes, and other ingredients for the batch of banchan. "Beans and toast eh? Y'know, America would always beg to have this for breakfast whenever he stayed over at my place, a habit he picked up from his colony years I suppose" Britain sighed, and Korea said nothing, allowing the Briton to speak. "It's always 'beans on toast, you can do something like that can't ya?'. I wonder if he'll ever look and sound so eager for a bit of food like that ever again"

America yawned, raising his thin arms over his head. "Good morning America, up for a bit of beans and toast today?" Britain asked, already wearing a white polo shirt and a pair of jeans. "Er, my stomach is actually a bit upset. Y'know, political unrest, talk of impeaching the president, not really settling well with me" America said with a slight smile on his face, shrugging. "Oh, well then how about a bit of warm soup? That always seemed to cheer you up" Britain sympathized, and America bit his lip," I really feel like I'm gonna throw up dude so-" "So you're still going to eat so you don't hurt yourself dry-heaving. It's better to have eaten a little and throw up than to eat nothing and throw up something like stomach fluids and blood" Britain said confidently, and America scowled when he turned his back. Damn Britain and his fucking maternal instincts, he's going to jeopardize everything! America groaned internally, and sat down at the kitchen table, pulling out his phone. He opened up Tumblr and made a quick text post that read," My stupid brother is making me eat a thing of soup, gonna have to work that off too huh? How are y'all doing this fine morning!" He then began to scroll through his feed, seeing things like game fan-art, various fanfictions, some hella good cosplays, and of course, post-exercise pictures and progress pictures of men and women with extremely thin bodies with prominent ribcages, defined hip bones and shoulder blades that stuck out like a green thumb.

"Breakfast will be ready in about thirty minutes, why don't you go shower?" Britain suggested, and America turned off his phone, setting it on the table and trudging up the stairs to the bathroom. When had England gotten so many stairs? His legs starting aching after climbing up just half the steps, his lungs burning and his vision going in and out of focus. "I can't be that out of shape" America muttered, rubbing his eyes from under his glasses. He had, of course, gotten a new prescription, but they wouldn't be coming in for almost another two weeks, so he had time to be in England for another damn NATO meeting. Finally reaching the bathroom, he closed the door and leaned on it, taking deep breaths that put a strain on his lungs. Do I have a problem? America thought to himself, but shook it off. Of course not, he was the United States of America; He never needed help.

"Are y'all almost done?" Louisiana Territory shouted, and Korea shook his head no," Not yet! Soup and banchan takes a while to make!" he shouted back, and a collection of groans could be heard from everyone in the living room. "When I would visit America, I would always find the ingredients for banchan in a cabinet. I figured he knew that it was my favorite breakfast, but he had once again proved me wrong" Korea giggled, and Britain let out a hum of interest. "This was back in 2008, keep in mind. Global Recession, the Credit Market froze, not to mention the Stock Market Crash. I was surprised he was still so cheerful when he invited me over" Korea began, and Britain snickered," Yes, you can't imagine America's face when he heard that his Stock Market crashed again. Literally, he was paler than a sheet and looked ready to throw up, cry, and laugh in that order" Korea laughed, and almost spilled soup all over himself. "Anyways, I found that he still had the ingredients for banchan in his cabinet, and I decided that I'd make it for breakfast the next day, to try to cheer him up. We played a game of Risk, watched The Patriot for probably the millionth time and eventually fell asleep on the couch"

"When I woke up the next day at six in the morning, I found America in the kitchen with his phone on, full brightness and everything!" Korea exclaims, and Britain nods. "I sneak up on him with my Korea made ninja-skills and see that it's a recipe for Banchan! Granted, it was a rather Americanized version since he got it from the internet, but he was still trying to make Banchan nonetheless! I actually laughed a little and made Al spill everything, so we ended up going to McDonalds for breakfast" "You poor bloke" Britain says sarcastically. Korea snickers, before finishing the Banchan and soup. "Beans and toast almost done?" Korea asks, and Britain nods," It'll be a bit messy, but what do you expect from beans?"

America rubs his eyes tiredly, trying to stay awake. It was a NAFTA meeting between him, Canada, and Mexico and right now Canada and Mexico were trying to calmly (and failing) talk about immigration problems; Mexico about him loosing too many people, Canada about too many people coming in. "America you have to block your borders off! My people are about to give me diabetes with the amount of blood pressure I'm loosing!" Mexico cries, and America gazes sleepily at him," I thought your president didn't care" "He doesn't care but I do! I am literally about to go into a diabetic coma because of this!" "I'll talk to the Prez about it" America mumbles. Of course his president would be more than happy to do this, but America was afraid of loosing Mexico as a trade partner. "And another thing America!" Canada snaps," Your people are flooding in here, I had to literally come across the border to tell your people to not come here illegal!y! Do you know how many people my Royal Mountain Police have caught sneaking over? Over 5,000!" America nods, wincing at the pain in his head," Sorry bro" "It's not his fault his president is so crazy that his people are literally running away!" "That's literally what you were just complaining ten seconds ago but for YOUR president!"

"How did a trade meeting escalate to this" America groans, burying his head in his arms. He was trembling slightly, whether from exhaustion or the cold that seeped into his bones that no one noticed, he wasn't sure. He hadn't slept again for the third night in a row because of paperwork about crackdowns on the Southern border and Yellowstone eruptions precautions, not to mention not eating a meal in two days (He had eaten two apples the day before). Canada was too busy ranting about," Noisy Americans coming and expecting honey and sugar from everyone without the proper documentation" to notice America's state of well being, but Mexico noticed. "You feeling okay hermano?" Mexico asks, and America shakes his head no. "The lights are too bright, you all are too loud and my head is pounding, my throat is hella dry but no matter how much I drink it always goes back to being dry and it's too damn cold in here" He mumbles, and Mexico presses the back of his hand to America's forehead. "Madre de Dios! Your burning up!" Mexico exclaims, removing his hand quickly.

"Maybe we should get you home. Mex, you can go back to Mexico City because your planning that get-together with Spain and Latin America" Canada sighs, wrapping America's pale arm around his shoulder. "I'm g'nn p'ss 't" America mumbles, the world spinning around him and flickering in and out of focus. "What was that?" Canada asks. "'m Gonn' p'ss out" America says a bit louder before slumping forward. "Merde!" "Mierda" Mexico and Canada exclaim at the same time. "Are you sure you can handle him on your own?" Mexico asks, and Canada nods," I've been handling him since birth, we'll be fine" As Canada carried America out of the building, he couldn't help but think can I handle it?

"You know, I'm sure America would love for us to visit him" Canada suggests, and France shrugs," Maybe, but maybe wait until we're sure 'e's awake" "Soooooo 10:30? 'Cause he's usually up at like six or seven" Korea says, and Britain nods," Yes, we can leave at 10:30" "The territories still aren't awake yet?" Canada asks, and Britain nods," Lazy creatures, I'm sure they get it from someone" "New England is related to you" "Well Louisiana Territory is related to you" Korea shakes his head, glancing at Canada while giving a sarcastic smile. "What's with all the bickerin' down here?" Louisiana asks, walking down the stairs two steps at a time. "Nothing important" Korea assures him, and Louisiana looks surprised to see him there, before relaxing. "I know you, Al would always play Overwatch with ya and stuff. He always liked bein' McCree an' ya seemed to enjoy D. Va" "That's me!" Korea exclaims," Im Yong Soo, South Korea!" "Pierre Jones, Louisiana Territory" They introduce themselves, shaking hands. "Sooo i heard some'em about visitin' Al today?" Louisiana asks as he takes a plate of Banchan and toast (He scraped the beans off) "Yep! Gonna leave at 10:30" Canada says, and Louisiana nodded," I'm sure New England will be up by then"

"He better be, I won't ever admit to being related to a lazy arse" Britain sighs, and the table starts snickering. "Should we bring him anythin'?" Louisiana asks, and Korea nods," let's save some Banchan for him!" "Yeah, I'm sure he'd love a break from that disgusting hospital food"

My chapters are getting shorter and shorter XD