Sorry its short. It's sort of a filler while I unscramble my thoughts... my plans for this story keep getting jumbled and I need to sort them back to where they were. Lets just say the folder for it in my head spilled everywhere and I'm trying to pick it up and put it back together. Though as I wrote this the next chapter sorted itself! So that one will be longer and more structured ^-^ By the way, have I mentioned how awesome you all are! Writing makes me really nervous, as I'm not very good. But all of your responses have made me feel better and more motivated. Thank you so much!

America groaned in discomfort as the ambulance began to move. His stomach was still twisting into knots from his previous episode, of which he had no desire to repeat now. Closing his eyes, America brought his knees up to his chest and buried his face behind them. All he wanted to do was crawl under a rock and never come out; he wanted to escape this seemingly endless sickening feeling and the dread that he felt after witnessing England's anger.

'How did England even find me?' America thought. 'Only Canada knew where I would be… unless maybe he followed us. Oh man he is going to kill me once we get there. I should have told him sooner, oh god I am so dead!' Choking back a scared whimper, America closed his eyes tight and clenched his hands, feeling like he wanted to cry. 'No… I will not cry like a child… that would just give him more satisfaction.'

Canada frowned as he watched his brother curling into himself more and more. At first he was worried that the lad was going to be sick again, but once he heard a small sob and saw the clenched hands; he knew exactly what was going on in the Americans head. Carefully he wrapped his arms around his shaking brother and pulled him into a hug. America jumped at the contact and opened his eyes to peer up at Canada, looking completely confused.

"Alfred relax, I'm not going to let him do anything." Canada muttered. America stared up in him in slight shock.

"How did you know what I was thinking?" America asked in a rough quiet voice, his throat raw from coughing.

"I'm your brother; I can figure these things out." Canada said in a proud smirk. America let out a chuckle as he gave the Canadian a weak punch to the gut. The ambulance gave a sudden lurch to the side as it turned, causing America to further fold into himself with a groan.

"UGH! Stupid stomach…" America growled, taking shallow breathes in an attempt to not be sick all over again.

"You gonna be ok?" Canada asked, frowning as he only got a slight nod as an answer. Carefully he guided America to lie down, letting his lap serve as the younger's pillow.

"Here, maybe lying down will help." Canada muttered. America hummed in agreement as his stomach began to settle a bit. 'This is going to be a long ride…' he thought.

In England's car

England growled as he hit what seemed to be the twelfth stop light since he left the parking lot.

"Honestly! How many bleeding stop lights does one street need!?" He snapped, slamming his hands against the steering wheel. Letting out a groan, England rested his head against the wheel; head racing with thoughts about how much of an idiot and jerk he was. He could not stop questioning why he had to snap at the lad when he was clearly feeling awful enough already.

"Why… Why did I yell at him like that?" England muttered, shaking his head. He jumped as the car behind him honked; bring him back from his thoughts. Apparently the light had changed a while ago and he had just sat there. Quickly stepping on the gas, England sped through hoping that he hadn't fallen too far behind the ambulance. He let out a huge sigh of relief as it was only a couple cars ahead.

'You need to focus England. Worrying is not going to help right now.' England thought. 'You will make this right again, you always do.' Even as these thoughts ran through his head, he couldn't help but fear that neither of the two brothers would be willing to let this go.

A feeling of relief rushed through the brit as the ambulance finally pulled into the hospital parking lot. Quickly he parked the car before jumping out, not even caring that he was actually taking up two spots. Throwing the keys carelessly into his pocket, England ran as fast as he could towards the patient drop off; not wanting to lose them. And hopefully not being forbidden to go in.

Was it okay? This chapter has got me nervous. Hope you enjoyed nonetheless