America focused carefully on the discussion the four nations were having together. Even when he tried to get closer, Japan would notice and China would follow after, giving a sickly glare towards the American.
He knew that England and the others were hiding something, but America didn't want to bring it up, especially when most of the countries were present. He watched as France,Japan, and China were whispering quiet notions to each other with Russia listening closely behind.
England was sitting silently and still on the couch taking small sips of his tea, ignoring the conversation going on. He knew that they were talking about him, as if the rants of China weren't already proving enough.
The American took out a sigh of frustration, and annoyed by the fact he wasn't allowed to know what was going on between England and the other countries. He felt like he had the right to know since England was the only person he was worrying about now. Even France and Japan knew this about America, but all they could do was wait for England to say something.
Luckily, the only thing good that was coming out of this for America was that he had more time to spend with England now. It at least gave him some spark of hope that he could see England again.
In the corner of his eye, he could see China nudge Japan on his arm and rolled his head slightly towards America. Japan responded with a shrug and a nod. America continued to watch closely as Japan came by him.
"We're leaving now, China only wanted to make sure that England was okay,"said Japan in a soft monotone voice.
He wanted to make sure he was safe alright, safe from me.
The countries waved their goodbyes and headed out the front door... or at least the remains of what China had broke through.
Before China stepped outside, he pointed furiously back at America.
"And there is going to be a meeting in a few days, aru! Make sure that you two are not late!" he stormed off outside with Russia following after with a sinister smile.
America looked back at England, who was walking closer to him with the jacket still wrapped around his body. By now, he totally realized how huge that thing looked on the Brit. It seemed like it was several sizes larger on him and hung on his shoulders as it reached to his hips.
To be honest, England almost looked adorable to America now with the jacket on, it made him resemble more of a child now.
"And may I ask, why are you blushing?" America's head jerked up at the sound of 'blushing'. He raised both of his hands to his cheeks and could feel the warmth and redness swelling underneath.
Fuck, how am I going to explain this to Iggy?
America, still holding his hands to conceal his reddish cheeks, let out a nervous chuckle. "This...um...happens often with me..." England raised a eyebrow in suspicion. He could easily tell that America was lying as the blushing continued to spread.
"Sure," said England sarcastically,"It's pretty much simple to tell when you're lying by the looks of it." He watched as America turned himself around so his front side wasn't visible to England anymore.
The American hugged himself and could hear soft laughter escaping England's mouth. He sounded so delicate and sweet, it only made America's blushing worsen.
Then suddenly, it all stopped.
All he could hear were small shudders that surrounded his entire body. England's eyes widened and stare directly at the floor beneath them.
England was in the same state where America had found him earlier. His body was shaking like crazy, although not as bad. England griped his head, but not in pain, almost in confusion.
"Iggy?! Are you alright? You're shaking again!" he place a strong hand on England's wobbly shoulder to calm his nerves now. His blushing mess had gone back to his normal shad of flesh, but was now worried for England's sake.
You just have to come at random times don't you?!
'Look, when I'm unblocked, I'm unblocked. There is nothing both of us can do to stop a memory. Sorry about that.'
England focused his vision on a meeting. It was a meeting with the Allies, and all of them were clouding up the chalkboard.
I drew those on the bottom, but why is...?
"What's up with these weird drawings?" China could be heard in the memory, along with the rest of the Allies.
"Who drew this crap, it does not capture the essence of my natural beauty!" complained France as he shook his head in disbelief.
"Yes, and I have a uni brow for some reason,"
"I think the ones at the bottom are better, aru,"
"If that one is supposed to be of me, I'll hack it off with my pickax," Russia gave off a creepy smile.
"YOU WHAT?" the three nations replied in unison.
On the further side of the room, he found America popping out in nervousness.
"Well, that's just annoying! Why would someone choose to draw us in such a fashion?"
It was already obvious that it was America who drew those crappy portraits of the Allies. Still, America continued with his useless nonsense about the drawings.
"So it was you," England placed his hand on America's restless shoulder.
"You an ass!" shouted China as he insulted America's attempt at drawing their faces.
The memory was slowly fading away with England regaining his trance from the sudden disturbance.
He blinked his eyes once he heard America's voice calling for him.
"Iggy! Are you okay?" America began to calm down as England started to snap out of that state. He remained silent as he looked up from the ground to see the concerned face of the American. England couldn't have the ability to speak, so all he gave was a simple nod.
"England! It's been the second time already, are you sure you're okay?"
"Y-y-yeah, I was just dazed off for a while, that's all," muttered England as he rubbed his fingers against his temples. His knuckles became white as England tightened his grip on the side of the jacket.
This all seems strange, what is wrong with Iggy?
America acted off like he believed what england was assuring him, he knew that Iggy was not telling the truth. He knew that he was trying to hide something, but America didn't bother to bring it up.
"Alright... if you say so," said America as he crossed his arms to his chest.
Neither said anything for a while. The air felt tense around them, and still growing as America's curiosity started to kick in.
It's even happened in the hospital, so why is it still happening now.
He turned around to see England standing by a glass window, still cuddling in the jacket, and the shaking had decreased to small breaths. At least he was 'fine'.
England, just what are you hiding?
I haven't updated in a while... and this chapter is a bit shorter than I would like...
Now America is getting more suspicious about England!
And if you've watched the series(which we probably all have) I think you might know what the memory was about...
I've been busy with homework and studying for tests for about a week, so I wasn't able to write anything that much.
And I finally decided that I will be writing a Rochu parody of Beauty and the Beast! I'll post it during this story sometime either this or next week.
Please favorite/review if you enjoyed!
Hetalia does not and will never belong to me!
