Its-a me! So, school is going okay for now, which means I can write for about an hour or so after I get home! Sounds like a good deal, eh? Anyways, here are the usual warnings of Anorexia/Bulimia, Cursing, and improper spelling/grammar
"Are we staying in Alfred's home?" Canada asked, and Britain shrugged," He probably wouldn't mind if we did. Besides, it means we can bring him things that remind of home when we visit" "Zhat is true, but aren't Pierre et Timozy staying at Alfred's 'ome?" France asked, turning to the teenage boys who had been walking a few feet behind them, conversing in a whisper. "Hm? What do ya need?" New England asked, glancing away from Louisiana Territory's phone screen. "We were wondering if we could stay at Alfred's place for a little while" Britain said simply, and New England shrugged," Sure, just don't make a mess, or hurt Apollo" "Wonderful, it's greatly appreciated" Britain thanked, before he and France turned back to the parking lot. "It's quite a drive to America's 'ome, oui?" France asked, and Canada nodded," A good thirty minutes, without the usual New York traffic" Louisiana Territory waved his hand dismissively,"Ya just gotta know how ta weave" He yawned, and New England nodded," Mmhmm, not dat hard to understand, harder to master. I don't tink dey weave in London or anywhere in Ontario dough... Paris is just about tryin' ta stay alive on da road" He mused aloud, and France gave an offended look," Anyways, me and Pierre are carpoolin' back to da house, you guys just follow us" New England called over his shoulder, forcing the southerner to turn off his phone as he climbed into the passenger side of the car. Britain climbed into the driver seat, France the passenger seat, and Canada in the back, thankful for the free space beside him. "Better get comfortable, this could take a good hour or two" Britain advised, and the other two nations nodded. France adjusted his car seat as Britain pulled out of the parking lot, and Canada moved himself so he was lying sideways, deciding to screw the road laws before he fell asleep.
America looked behind him to see his back, smiling slightly. "Well done, me" He congratulated himself, eyeing the ridge on his body like a prized pup at a dog show. He ran a hand over his spine, admiring the mountain range he affectionately named the Rocky Mountains, getting nothing short of mental praise of his accomplishment," Time to see the numbers" He said happily, stepping onto the scale. 147.53 the scale flashed, and America's smile dimmed slightly," Only five pounds... really? I think we can do better" He told himself, stepping off. It had been about three weeks since the beach party, and he was happy to say he was looking more like his Northern brother every week. After four days he could feel his collarbone through his skin easily, and his bottom two ribs left a slight imprint on his skin. "I know I haven't used this phrase in a while, but... This is absolutely the bee's-knees" He chirped, tracing his collarbone with a finger gently. The territories had all accepted that exercise was a permanent thing in his routine, and Florida had even said that America should try going out for marathons, since he ran a mile or two already everyday. "Al! Lunch is ready!" New England shouted up the stairs, and America slipped on a tank-top before rushing down the stairs two-steps at a time," What is it today?" He asked, sliding to a halt on the cold tile floor of the kitchen. "Red River made a lovely plate of grilled cheese and potato chips, c'mon and eat!" Oregon said, holding out a plate with two sandwiches and a hand-full of potato chips on it. "Er... how about something a little less? That's a bit much, don't you think?"
Oregon looked over to Louisiana Territory, eyes wide in surprise, but the elder sibling nodded, and Oregon sighed. "Yeah, sure, gimme a moment" Oregon called over his shoulder, giving the plate to a hungry looking Sante Fe de Nueva Mexico. "Don't look so depressed guys! You act like me going on a diet is a bad thing!" America laughed, hands on his hips. Louisiana pursed his lips together, but said nothing as he took a bite out of a sandwich. An awkward silence fell over the room as America had two sandwiches and two cherry tomatoes, everyone else commenting on how well Red River made the sandwiches while America forced himself not to think of all the calories he was consuming. That's about 4 calories for the tomatoes, which is okay, but 71 calories per sandwich is too much for one meal- oh hush you're overreacting. If it's really too much for you then eat one sandwich and be done with it. America finished his lunch a few minutes after everyone else, dumping his left-over sandwich in the trash can, before walking into the living room to see a circle of Territories with ranging expressions of seriousness on their faces. "Hahah, this looks like an intervention or a therapy circle or something! What's up guys?" America asked, his skinny arms folded over his chest. "Sit down, Alfred... please" Oregon ordered, and America hesitated, but took a seat between Louisiana and New England. "How much did you say you weighed?" New England asked, looking up at America with worry in his eyes. "Oh around 147 pounds, nothing too much" America answered casually, leaning back into the couch. "America, that isn't good" Louisiana commented, typing something into his laptop.
"What's that supposed to mean? You saying I'm still overweight?" America asked, worry building up in his chest. "N-no, Alfred! That's not what I'm sayin' at all! I'm tryin' to say yer underweight!" Louisiana said quickly, turning slightly to face his older brother," I'm 163 pounds and I'm only 17 or somethin' like that!" "But that's because you've got muscle dude! Of course your heavier than me" America reasoned, confused. "But yer taller than me, older than me, AND stronger than me! That should me you weigh more than me, shouldn't it!?" Louisiana cried, and America raised his hands in surrender," Whoa, calm down dude! What's got you so worked up Timmy?" Louisiana gave America a sad look, before turning his laptop screen towards the taller male. "We're concerned about you, Al" Florida explained," You've been loosing a lot of weight. We understood earlier, because you were overweight, but now you're just so... skinny. You're beginning to look like that Canada-guy in those pictures in your room" "Really? Sweet, that's what I was going for- Why were you in my room?" America asked curiously, and Florida shook her head," Unimportant. We just need to know if you plan on loosing anymore weight" She said, and America shrugged," Not really. I mean, I plan to keep up the exercise and stuff like that, so loosing weight is just a side effect, but y'know that's what happens" "Look" Louisiana mumbled, tugging on America's arm. "What's up Timmy?" America asked, only for Louisiana to repeat himself in a louder voice," Just look!" America looked at the computer screen and almost threw up. Those people were skinny, and not the good kind of skinny; They were "We look like we just got out of a POW camp after months and need food desperately" skinny, making America want to cry. ,"W-what's the purpose of this?" He asked, struggling to keep his lunch down. "Promise us" Red River spoke finally," Promise us you'll never end up like that. Promise you won't starve yourself like they do" America nodded, seeing the distress in his younger siblings' faces," I promise dudes, I promise on my honor as a nation."
Britain drove down the some-what "empty" streets of New York City, heading for the Bronx. He honestly didn't understand why America insisted on living in a place with such a bad reputation, but he supposed that America was just trying to keep up with the youth in his country, something Britain couldn't claim for himself. France had passed out fifteen minutes ago, Canada fell asleep almost as soon as he got comfortable. "Bloody prats, making me drive alone with no company..." Britain sighed, stopping at a stoplight. He turned to the radio, adjusting it before finding a Classic Rock station he enjoyed. Hold my breath as I wish for dead, oh God please wake me~ sang the radio, Britain tapping his fingers along to the bass guitar. "America would be screaming along to this song if he were here" He chuckled, waiting for the light to turn green. If America were here... his brain repeated, and Britain shook his head," I can't think like that" He told himself sternly," He isn't here, but he's getting better, so there's no reason to get so depressed" When did the fall out with America begin? His mind pondered, and Britain rolled his eyes," It's not my bloody fault he's like this! I've been a good brother, stop thinking like this" He barked, going quiet when France shifted in his sleep while mumbling something under his breath. Were you really? Britain's traitorous mind queried, and the Englishman scowled," Of course I was! When wasn't I good brother?" He asked, driving forward as he heard car-horn from behind him.
Oh let's see... How about the time you called him fatass? "That was one time" Britain snapped, getting frustrated. One time out of many. What were your exact words again? Oh yeah," Hey fatass, you've been gorging yourself so much lately that I'm afraid your going to kill yourself!... You know, with heart disease or by choking" Doesn't exactly sound like the best big brother, hm? "I was expressing concern for him! Nothing wrong with that" Britain reasoned with himself, not realizing he had been talking to a voice in his head for two minutes. Really? Then how about the time you burnt his capital down in 1814? You sure had a field day with that, you even said," Like recalling how I burnt your capital to the ground back in 1814" and don't tell me you weren't smug with yourself. You even said," Sometimes I picture you as the diabetic fat person you'll likely be in a couple years due to your strictly hamburger diet" in the same day! "It was a bad situation and he was getting on my nerves, piss off" Britain snapped, dread settling into his chest. I could go on; How about the time you funded the Confederacy in the Civil War? Or maybe verbally attacking him because he didn't get involved in World War Krauts as soon as you all did? When are you going to admit you were a bad brother? "I was under a lot of stress and pressure. I had three brothers relying on me to keep them safe, not to mention the times I almost collapsed so I had a perfectly legitimate reason to be mad" The Briton huffed, his knuckles white due to his tight grip on the steering wheel. What about the Colony years? Sure you were kind to America, but that was during the few years that you were there with America. I bet that made him feel lonely, I bet he thought that if he was a country then maybe you'd spend time with him, but you got mad because you lost your little bit of land in the New World. Do you really believe America think's you love him after all these years? "Shut up shut up shut up" Britain cried, slamming his foot on the brakes so he didn't run a red light.
It was around 11 at night when Britain parked the car in America's driveway, next to the car that New England and Louisiana Territory were currently exiting. "W-wake up gits! We're he- we're here" Britain snapped, unbuckling his seat-belt and swinging the door open harshly. "Nnng Angleterre, carry me" France whined, reaching his hands out. "Walk yourself to the damn door" Britain said curtly, his voice breaking slightly. France's head looked over to the shorter blond, walking over to stand beside him. "Are you okay?" France asked, and Britain elbowed him in the ribs. "P-piss off" He mumbled, and France wrapped a reassuring arm around Britain's shoulders," It will be okay, America will come back good as new soon!" He said, watching Canada enter the house behind the two territories. "I was a terrible brother Francis" Britain sobbed, and France rubbed his back soothingly," I know Angleterre, I know... I was a bad brother too"
America sat in his chair, his jacket zipped up snuggly around his body. It was rather cold in the United Kingdom but America thought nothing of his shivering, telling himself it was the cold rain soaking his hair and bomber jacket. He was already in a bad mood that day, as he did not appear to be any skinnier. As a matter of fact, he had gained weight rather than lost it, three pounds to be exact. America reach up and began to rub his collarbone with his fingers, feeling slightly better at the feeling of bone under his finger tips. "Whatcha doing, America?" Canada asked, who had just entered the room. "Ah, it's only a few months until me and Iggy's scary-competition and I wanted to do something with bones. Doing this helps me think" America lied smoothly, and Canada nodded," I see, don't overdo it this year" He warned, walking off to take a seat next to Bulgaria and Croatia. "'Ello America, how are you?" Britain asked, closing his umbrella and putting it in an umbrella bin. "Ah, same-old same-old, what about you?" "Well I've had the most horrid day of my life; Northern Ireland wanted help with gardening so I didn't have enough time to finish a draft for parliament, not to mention Wales let his sheep loose again and Scotland kept me home long enough to rant about wanting his independence yet again. Then France comes along and tries to get me to sit on his lap and..." America tuned the ranting Englishman out, rubbing his collarbone one last time before dropping his hand to his side. America could feel himself getting fatter, those three pounds may seem like nothing but he could feel the shame burning into his heart. He had failed the diet, he had gained weight.
"America, you alright? You looked a bit upset" Britain commented, looking America in the eyes. "I'm fine, just thinking dude!" The American laughed, smiling widely. "Hmmmm have you lost weight again? Your looking skinnier" Britain asked, taking in the flattened nose and slightly bulging eyes. "May have lost a few pounds, no biggie. It isn't that bad" America said dismissively, and Britain raised a single bushy brow in disbelief," I see... well you need to stop now, you'll end up starving yourself and looking like one of France's models-" He smirked, leaning down to whisper into America's ear," And we all know you'd never take after that Frenchie" "Of course not dude! That's like, the worst thing to ever happen!" America exclaimed, making Britain chuckle. The final NATO members filed in slowly, and Germany started the meeting, allowing the Czech Republic to take the podium. His stomach growled, begging for food after the meager meal of a single McMuffin that day. Quiet dude, you'll interrupt the meeting. America scolded his stomach, embarrassed. He faced Czech with a goofy grin on his face, ignoring the growing pain in his abdomen.
Korea sat on his bed, thinking. The Summit was rather boring without America there, since Korea didn't have his buddy to cause mischief with. While he agreed that it was good that they had addressed world problems for once, nothing was done because the replacement Super Power was indecisive and gave no aid to any countries who asked. "You are stirr awake?" Japan asked, and Korea nodded, yawning," Just thinking, Japan-hyeong" He replied, and Japan sat down on the bed opposite his Korean brother," I wasn't aware you courd think" He commented, and Korea wasn't sure if that was a joke or an insult. He treated it like a joke and laughed," Of course I can think! I am Korea after all, one of the most technologically advanced countries in the world" He bragged, proud of his accomplishments. Japan sighed, laying down and getting comfortable under the covers on the bed," Go to sreep, Korea-san" he mumbled, turning on his side to face the wall. After a few minutes his breathing evened out, and Korea leaned back onto his hands. "How long has he been there?" He asked himself, grabbing his phone and scrolling through his texts.
It was mostly silly things, like how to set off fireworks in the house, a declaration of war over Mario Kart, stuff like that. Sometimes it was," Can you send me the recipe for _?" or "How do you say _ in Korean/English?", and rarely was it anything serious. The last text America had replied to was," What's the amendment people declare to if they don't want to speak against themselves?" (The answer was the fifth amendment, Korea used it to declare he wouldn't talk bad about his Northern Half) and anything after that, it was the Korean asking America where he was, was he okay, was he upset with Korea for any reason, and the other likes of those messages. "I wonder if he even has his phone with him" Korea mumbled, rubbing an eye tiredly. He wanted to go to America's place to take it and give it to his younger friend, but he knew New England was probably staying there, and would most likely call the police on Korea. "I wonder..." Korea glanced at Japan, before shaking his head no," No! Stealing is wrong, even if it's from your brother" But it's to help America... Korea thought, saddening slightly. "Maybe... he won't notice?" Korea pondered, standing and walking quietly to Japan's satchel. He looked through it, before finding a key-chain with All Might, Pikachu, Goku, and other anime characters on it. "Sorry Japan-hyeong" Korea apologized, taking the spare key to America's house off the chain, and putting the mess of merchandise and keys back into Japan's bag. Korea slipped the key into his own bag, before climbing into his bed, and falling into a fitful slumber.
It's been a while by my standards, eh? There are no further notes to add, and I did try and write in actual quotes from the anime in here, but I'm not sure if I got them right. This is the end of this chapter, see y'all later!