"Very good however the underlining is a little troublesome to read, perhaps italicize?" can't please everyone, am I right? I'd try Italicizing but that's what I use for thinking, and bolding it would probably be just as troublesome to find... I'm sure I'll have something figured out by the time this is posted. If not, then I'll give Italicizing a try. Thanks for all the support guys, and I have all the usual warnings of: Anorexia/Bulimia, cursing, and (probably) incorrect grammar/spelling, and I'm adding on another warning for this chapter (And maybe other chapters to come, who knows) of self harm/depression. That being said, I present this chapter... (Also, notes at the end of the chapter, in case you want to read those)

Reality

Flashbacks

Korea wondered exactly how he was going to visit America. Now that he thought about it, he had never been to an American hospital, and he was sure they were at least a little different from hospitals back home in Daejeon. He rubbed his eyes with is hands, sighing, before opening his car door and stepping out, taking his keys with him. He had his drivers license in case they required an ID of some kind, but other then that he had maybe $20 in his wallet, and a phone in his left jeans pocket. Thank 신 I decided to leave my Hanbok in my hotel room Korea thought as he walked up the Hospital entrance, passing a few teenagers, a father with a young boy, a pregnant woman and her partner, and a man entering alone. He decided to focus on the man, as he didn't seem to be leaving, and was actually entering the Hospital as well. Korea walked up the front desk with the man, and listened to him silently. "I'd like to visit my daughter, Abigail Harlen" The man said quietly, and he was given a room number. Korea, filled with a new-found confidence, turned to one of the people helping at the desk. "Hello, I'm here to visit a friend" He said, and the person eyed him up and down. "...Name, first and last" They said after a few moments of judging his casual attire. "Alfred Jones" Korea said confidently, and they typed something into the computer, most likely looking up America's room. "Room 342, be quiet, he might be sleeping" They said, looking bored. Korea nodded, and began to wonder exactly where room 342 might be.

Korea sat on a rather clean couch, leaning back and relaxed. The room was surprisingly clean, considering who his host was, except for the pile of chip bags and bowls of pretzels and sunflower seeds sitting on the coffee table. Apollo, a Golden Retriever with an American flag bandanna wrapped around their neck, slept at the Korean's feet, and Korea had brought his own dog, a Korean Jindo named Dae-Dong, which meant 'The Great East'. It was a bitch getting Dae-Dong through customs, but Korea had managed it... somehow. Right now, Korea was waiting for his best (And quite possibly only) friend, America, to get out of the bathroom so they could play games together. The sink had been running for a while, making Korea wonder if America had drowned or something, but at that exact second the water stopped flowing, the toilet flushed, and America came walking into the room, wiping his mouth with his arm. "Sorry for the wait, dude! That took way longer than expected!" "It sure did, I was afraid you had drowned or gotten sick or something!" Surprise flashed in America's cornflower blue eyes, before they returned to their normal childish sparkle," Wow dude, you sure are a hypochondriac! What next, you afraid I'll pass out or something?" America asked, and Korea pouted. "It was a legitimate concern! Your Economy is so far down the crapper that I was worried you were.. you know... collapsing"

America sighed, dropping his smile for a moment, before nodding," Yeah, yeah, I see what you mean, but why don't we ignore that for once and nail each other by playing FIFA?" Korea nodded, grabbing a PS4 control while the younger American set up his gaming console. "You know, Jjingjing-i" Korea said, interrupting Silence in their thrilling speech," You look like you've lost more weight, but it must be that form-fitting shirt your wearing, right?" He asked, and America shrugged. "I might have lost a few more pounds" He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Aiyaah!" Korea shouted, and America giggled," You sound like China" Korea glared jokingly," Respect your elders, jjingjjing-i. Also, you don't need to loose anymore weight! Most of your weight is muscle, your fine!" Korea whined, and America rolled his eyes. "Whatever dude, I just haven't been eating as much. I've replaced my McMuffin and hashbrown in the morning with a PB&J sandwich, so I'm gonna loose a bit of weight" He said, plopping down next to his Korean friend. "Whatever" Korea huffed, and America smirked. "Y'know, you can tell me if you think I'm hot, Kimchi" He offered, winking. Korea felt a blush envelope his face, and he shook his head no," N-no, why would I do that!? We're just friends, da-ze!" He shrieked, and America laughed loudly," Whatever dude!"

Korea knocked on the door, and heard a familiar voice say," Come in" hoarsely. Korea opened the door, and the sight was almost enough to make him cry. America was lying in a hospital bed, a book in his hands. "Kimchi, dude, what's up!" He greeted, smiling. America's arms were toothpick thin, and his knuckles jutted out of his skin. His gown hung loosely off his shoulders, and Korea could see his collarbone and the top of his ribcage sticking out of his chest. The worst thing, to Korea, was America's face. His cheekbones, which had already been defined before his starvation, were one of the most prominent things on his face, as the skin of his cheeks had looked as if they were being sucked in, and his nose had been flattened against his face; America's eyes bugged out of his skull, and the dimples on his face that had once been pretty cute were now incredibly deep and stretched from his nostrils to his chin. "New England brought me a few books the other day and I've just about finished reading the first one and- hey dude, are you okay?" America asked, his eyebrows creasing his forehead. Korea nodded, wiping the tears that had gathered in his eyes. "Y-yeah, I'm fine" He said, hating his voice for cracking slightly. America frowned, before patting the side of his bed. Korea sighed, closing the door quietly and pulling up a chair, sitting down. "So, what's wrong?" America asked, and Korea shrugged," Just... seeing you like this, it hurts me..." America sighed, shrugging," Yeah, I know, I've let myself go... I mean, I always see what everyone else 'sees' but I know everything is there... When I grab my arms, the flab almost piles into my fingers. When I reach at my back, I feel the excess skin piling into my palm. When I see my stomach... I...I" Korea nodded, placing a comforting hand on America's thinner, colder hand.

"It's fine, jjingjjing-i" Korea said, rubbing a thumb over the oily and rough surface of the younger's knuckles. America nodded, leaning into his pillow. "So... you been enjoying yourself here?" Korea asked, trying to keep America's mind off his current situation. America scoffed," As if, the nurses are always so quiet and professional, never making small talk while they ask me if I'm in pain or anything. The doctors are no better either; they'll always come in, check my IV and look at my liquid nutrients, before writing something down, nodding to me, and leaving. Complete waste of money to come here, if you ask me" He said, rolling his eyes. Korea nodded, a small smile making its way onto his face," Yeah, and the people up front are so lazy! The person I talked to was soooo impolite, Aniki would have had her head on a silver platter- no, not even on a paper plate because that's how rude she was!" Korea nearly shouted, and America grinned, before laughing. "Ah thanks dude, I needed that!" America said between chuckles, and Korea smiled," Any time, jjingjjjing-i" He promised, and America nodded," Yeah, any time I want a laugh, I can go to you!" He said, smiling.

Korea was asleep on the couch, his feet hanging off the arm rests as his head lay on the other, snoring contently. China frowned, displeased with the way Korea insisted on messing up his hanbok and jeogori while performing the simplest of tasks. "Wake up, aru!" The older nation snapped, slapping Korea on the head. "Owww! Aniki, why'd you do that!?" Korea whined, and China's frown deepened," America is coming over, remember? Or did you leave that note on your bedroom door for nothing?!" China huffed, arms folded. Korea pouted, making his bottom lip tremble slightly," That hurt, Aniki" He whimpered, and China rolled his eyes," I don't care, you a big boy now! Now get ready, or I tell America he have to stay in hotel because you cancelled!" Korea sat up, huffing, before staring at his crooked clothing. I suppose I'll have to change into something more presentable... Korea thought, pouting, before standing and going to his room to change into a comfortable outfit of a t-shirt, jeans, and leather jacket. Not long after Korea buttoned up his pants did someone knock on his door, and Korea practically flew down the stairs and flung his front door open. "Jjingjjing-i! Come in come in!" Korea shouted, excited. "Thanks dude, I brought a few games that were just made from my place that I thought we could play together!" "Oooooo like what!?" Korea asked, and America pulled out a game disc, grinning evilly," let's start with The Inpatient"

Hours later, Korea and America were trembling on the couch in the dark, tears running down America's face. "Well it's time for bed" Korea said shakily, and America nodded," Y-yeah, Imma go get changed dude" Korea nodded, following him down the hall. America basically had his own room next to Korea's, and both men went into their respective rooms. Korea stripped to his undergarments, looking for his pajamas. He found his BTS t-shirt, but not his sweatpants. "Maybe I just wont wear them tonight" He sighed, not having the energy to look for them. The horror games had taken a lot out of him, and he just wanted to sleep, despite the risk of nightmares. While he was sitting on his bed and staring into nothing, his door opened and a blond head poked inside," H-hey, Yong Soo. No Homo or anything, but I was wondering if I could sleep with you tonight" Korea jumped out of his daze, staring at the American. He only used Korea's name if he was really upset, and Korea nodded without hesitation. "Of course Alfred, it's what friends do" He said, allowing the American to slide under the covers next to him. "Good night" Korea yawned, turning off his bedside lamp. "Good night" America mumbled, wrapping his arms around Korea's waist," Oh, and one more thing" He said, and Korea shifted to hear better. "I took your razors away. I'm not gonna let my friend continue to hurt himself" America said quietly, and that sentence made Korea lay awake, waiting for America's breath to even out. Hours after America fell asleep, Korea felt his eyelids droop over his eyes, and he a mumbled a," Thank you" before falling asleep.

Korea was leaning forward slightly as America told a story about Apollo getting in a fight with a garbage man, and he nodded. "When are they letting you out of here?" He asked, and America shrugged. "Dunno man, they said I was about forty or so pounds underweight, and I've gotta earn all that back apparently" Korea frowned, feeling tears well up in his eyes. How could he ignore the signs he had seen so many months ago!? He knew that America hung out with him the most since Pearl Harbor, and Canada rarely hung out with the American, preferring France or Britain, so Korea should have been looking out for his best friend! "Hey dude, don't cry" America said, reaching with a shaky hand to wipe Korea's tears away. "I-I feel terrible for not being able to see how far you were" Korea whimpered, and America shushed him. "I'm fine, it's fine" He reassured him, and Korea shook his head no. "No it isn't, I want to be able to help but I don't know how. I just wish you had told me how you were feeling so I could've prevented this-" "You don't know how hard it is to tell someone how you feel!" America interrupted, tears in his eyes as well," It doesn't matter who that person is; You are the last person who hangs out with me willingly and I didn't want to ruin that by burdening you with my personal problems" America hiccuped, and Korea pulled his hand away," I know how it feels to think that people wouldn't want to talk to you for being honest about how you feel, I know how hard it is, remember?" Korea tapped one of his arms, and America's expression saddened in realization.

"You helped me out of that, and I want you to let me help you through this" Korea whispered, standing up and wrapping his friend in a hug. America allowed his tears to fall onto Korea's shoulder, gripping his jacket weakly. Korea ran a hand through America's thin blond hair, allowing him to cry. "Please let me help you, jjingjjing-i" Korea pleaded, and America said nothing. After a few minutes of quiet crying and hiccuping, America relaxed in Korea's warm, and admittedly soft arms. "I'm sorry Yong Soo" He whimpered, falling asleep.

I felt really bad while writing that... is that good? Bad? In between? I suppose the saying is," No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader" so hopefully y'all felt something. Anyways, I've got some notes to put down here.

1.) I have finally decided how to end this story. I know it's still early, but it's good to know, right?

2.) After this (Or at least in a few more chapters) I'll be making a Korea-centered story, so keep an eye out for that (I'll probably say something about it later)

3.) Which do you guys prefer: Underlining or Italicizing the flashbacks? If you guys don't tell me then I'll make a decision on my own! (Also I learned about the horizontal-line things so yay!)

4.) I love you guys so so much. You all are beautiful and unique and I will always love you