" Germany is unwell." Japan said.

"What? Just like that? " Britain was confused as Japan relayed the details to him. He sat up, paying close attention as Japan wiped his brow, as he reclined in the chair next to the hospital bed where Germany lay, with Italy keeping steady conversation him in the room, fans blowing. Any nurse that would have walked in at that moment, would ran back outside for a need of a heavy coat.

"I fear we may have caught whatever Germany has also. We are contracting the same symptoms, but not as serious as his. I'm afraid *cough* we won't be able to make any appearances."

Off in the back round Britain heard,

"Let me speak with him. I've got something important to say to Britain." a grumbling voice came.

"Go ahead, I'll hear Germany out." Though I think his mind could be altered in the state he's in.

"Italy, will you please make sure stays sitting down while talking? I have to leave for a moment." Japan said."
Ok, I'm handing over the phone to him."

" Britain?"

"you've got me."

"I have a hunch. Remember what I said about there being more than one? I did more research on the reports of the raids, and - not now Italy, right, I'm sitting down- Sorry. I have two possible suspects, and where they might be headed. In fact as we speak, Spain, Prussia and France- What now?- excuse me. They could responsible for this. They are known for working together on many occasions. I believe you know them very well."

"Right, well I'll take that all into consideration. Thanks a lot, chap." Britain hung up the phone.

"Ve~. So what did he say?" Italy inquired, tapping on his shoulder.

"He doesn't believe me." Germany said, placing the phone back into the receiver. Sighing, he smoothed his hair back, which was in need of a good comb, and hair gel. Things that were not required by the hospital staff to bring to patients.
Italy fanned himself with a piece of paper as he read a magzine that a nurse had left. It was one of those outdated medical articles, that had probably sat in the office for years. He flipped over the pages, not really too interested with the ads. Italy sighed. There was too little to do. Germany didn't look like he was going to tolerate much, so he couldn't bother him. He could have eaten by now, but the hospital food didn't appeal to him. It was mushy pasta with some aged looking cheese sauce. "Bleh." Italy said, as he sniffed it. It smelled like it came from a fridge.

"Germany?" Italy asked, pulling back the curtain that separated them. "Do you want some of my food?"

" Sorry Mr. Vargas, but you can't share your meals. At this time, the doctor says that you'd be harming him, and possibly yourself. Spreading germs around from plate to plate." A nurse walked in, checking up on them. The tag read Iverson. He checked their clipboards, one by one, writing minor notes. " You have to eat, if you're able. " Iverson pulled the curtain closed and picked up Germany's clipboard. " Hello, Mr. Beilschmidt, how're you feeling today?

" I heard what Germany said over the phone." Kira said.

"hmm?" Britain had forgot about her special hearing.

"You should listen to what he says. We need all the help we can get. If he says the trio might be responsible for these, we can't ignore a possible lead." She crossed her arms. Kira wanted answers, no matter the source.

Look, it's not like i don't want to help, But Germany could be delirious right now. Sickness can make people say odd things.
Instead, he didn't reply. Britain scribbled something in his notebook, and put it away. Anyway, I don't think it's worth getting my knickers in a twist.I can hardly believe she gives Germany credit! What if Prussia told him to say that? He probably has him in on a side deal for all we know.

Kira shook her head. But pressing the matter wouldn't make him change his mind. Drinking her tea, she tried to imagine it with flavor, besides the sugar that she had added. Kira could never really appreciate tea as much as she did coffee. It always seemed weak with flavor, and coffee kept her awake, active, and happy. She hadn't really gone so long without it. She fumbled with her hair, trying to occupy her mind with something else. I kind of wish America would visit now. He always brings a canister of coffee with him.

"Hey guys! I'm back!"

Speak of the country.

"What are you doing here?"

"I forgot to drop off those cleaning supplies. I figured by now you'd have cooled off, so, I brought them." He dropped the boxes onto the floor. " hey Britain I want you try this new coffee! It's an import from Madrid!"

"why thank you. " Britain faked a smile, knowing that America was going to leave it there, whether he wanted it or not. He held it behind his back, intending to drop it into the trash bin.

(He never really was a fan of the stuff, ever since America switched to from coffee to tea in spite of him.)

Kira saw her opportunity, and slipped it out of his hands. America saw her scurrying away to the coffee. He laughed. At least someone in his house likes it. Britain didn't notice the lack of weight in his hands, until he shoved them into his pockets. Soon a mocha smell drifted throughout the house, so thick, you could have tasted it in the air. Britain returned to his tea, as America and Kira chatted over the difference of imported, and native beans. It was rather boring to listen to, at least for him. What stopped Britain from nodding off, was a sudden loud snoring noise coming from the dining room. America and Kira were asleep, leaning up against each other, mugs still in their clutch.

It's not even Four o'clock and they went out like lights!

Britain gently removed the cup from Kira's hand. The brownish liquid was rimmed with a ominous black.

I knew something was wrong.

Ah this was refreshing to write. I'm back! i won't delay much more. i was a little frustrated is all. Now,i'm feeling good.