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Chapter Ten- Anonymous Person's Request
"Haha! That jerk England will have no option but to acknowledge me as a country when he's all sick and I'm healthy as can be!" Sealand said happily, skipping down one of the hallways in England's house (how he got in was a mystery...) with a grin on his face. "How can he still think that he's better than me if he gets sick and I don't?" the small country (technically speaking) asked himself.
Sealand already had his intentions set for the entire day: he was going to annoy England, annoy England, annoy England some more, break for a nap, and then annoy England once again.
"It's going to be a good day," he said cheerily.
It was when Sealand reached England's bedroom that he paused, because he heard someone else in the room. After a moment, the small country recognised the other as being America. Why does America like that jerk so much? Sealand thought to himself, recalling how the self proclaimed hero often nursed England whenever he was ill. Deciding that he had the whole day to annoy the Brit, Sealand decided that he may as well be a tiny bit nosy and listen in to what was going on.
He could hear heavy breathing coming from the gentleman, followed by a weak protest of, "No... I don't want to America..."
"C'mon dude, in your current state you can't do anything but this," America said in an encouraging voice. "Just a little bit, 'kay?"
"B-But... I don't like doing it..."
"Hm? You never usually complain about having to do it," the hero said in a slightly confused voice.
England didn't reply, but Sealand could hear him try to steady his breathing. Ultimately, this was to no avail and the gentleman let out a small moan.
"Please Iggy," America said softly, "I just need you to do this for me, and then I won't make you do it ever again."
"L-Liar," England managed to gasp out, before the weak protest of, "And don't call me Iggy!"
"England... look I'll be honest: I've been without you for days now. That means days without doing it. I... I really need you, so please... just do this."
There was hesitation from the other, before he said quietly, "The taste... I don't like the taste..."
"Well if you just go quickly, then it'll all be over with sooner, and then the taste will be gone before you know it!" America tried to reason.
There was a silence before England said, "No... I don't want to."
"Well, you can't say I didn't try to be friendly," America sighed, before his voice turned dark all of a sudden as he said, "But you really don't have a choice in the matter. I don't think you understand that I need you to do this before I go insane."
"Umm... America..." the Brit said uneasily, and when Sealand heard a zipper being undone he heard the unease turn to blind panic. "N-No! Please, not now! I don't want to!" he said as forcefully as the fever would allow.
"Open up," America instructed, and although Sealand couldn't see into the room he could visualise England shaking his head.
"England, I really don't wanna be the bad guy," America said, "After all: I'm a hero! So please don't make me force it down your throat." When there was still no reply from the Brit, he heard America go, "Tch... fine then."
"Ah! No!" Iggy said helplessly, but his words were soon cut off because it seemed as though America really had put something in the other's mouth.
"Nnh... mnn."
"Yeah, see you can do it," America said, "Take it all in, England."
"Mmnn... ah, I hate you," the Brit said bitterly.
"Yes yes I know," the hero sighed, "C'mon, you're not finished."
"Hnn..."
What on earth is going on? Sealand thought, completely bewildered on what could possibly be going on.
"England..." America said gently. There was a brief pause before said country spoke.
"I-It's salty..."
"Well yeah dude, it generally is," America laughed softly. "But it wasn't that bad right?"
"Well... n-no..."
"See?" the hero said happily.
It was at this point that Sealand accidentally knocked himself against the door. "Huh? Yo, is someone there?" America called.
Ah! I can't let him see me! I was only here because I thought that jerk England would be alone! And so, in a panic, Sealand bolted back down the hallway and out of England's house.
"No one is going to be there idiot," Iggy mumbled.
"Yeah, I guess," America agreed, putting the medicine bottle he had gotten earlier back into the small medical bag he brought over, zipping it back up. "I'm sorry dude, I didn't wanna force you to have the medicine, but it really will make you feel better. Besides, you being ill has meant that we can't do that double mission we were halfway through! I need you man! I can't do the game on my own and I'm going crazy not being able to play it!"
"That's no reason for you to force your God awful medicine on me," the Brit scowled.
"Hey, you said it didn't taste that bad! Now stop complaining and get better, 'kay?" America said, smiling kindly.
Iggy just mumbled something, but lay his head back down on his pillow and tried to let sleep wash over him.
"Seriously, what were they doing?" Sealand asked himself, walking away from England's house. He was so lost in thought that he accidentally bumped into someone. "Oh, sorry," he said, looking up.
"It's okay... Oh, Sealand?"
The small country took note of who he had accidentally bashed into. "France," he said in surprise, "What are you doing here?"
"I plan on annoying Angleterre," he said with a wink. "Why are you 'ere?"
"I was the same, I hate that jerk! But America is there so I left... hey, can you explain something to me?" Sealand asked, having been struck with inspiration: have France tell him what they were doing!
"What is it, mon amis?"
"Well, America said that he needed jerk England, and that they hadn't done something for days, and so he asked the jerk to do something, but he said no, and so America made England put something in his mouth, and then it was salty... I don't get it. What were they doing?"
When Sealand looked up at the blonde, he saw that he was clutching a handkerchief close to himself. "E-Even when Angleterre is ill? America is so forceful, GAH! I can't believe I missed it! NOOOOO! I MUST BE PART OF IT!"
Thus Sealand was left alone wondering what the hell was going on, while France made a mad dash for England's house, spurred on by his usual impure thoughts.
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Oh God... so I hope I interpreted the prompt right XD I mean, it was kinda vague as to what England was objecting to, but the mention of bad taste made me think... yeah XD
Oh France, ever the pervert :P (Though... I'm writing this so I can't really talk about perverted people right? XD) And before you ask, salty medicine does exist! It ain't nice -.-
Well, I hope you all liked it, and continue to give me prompts and stuff cuz it's really fun making chapters based on them ^_^
Until next time then~ :D
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