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America wrinkles his nose at the Banchan, and Korea's heart drops. "You don't like it?" Korea asks pitifully, France, Canada, and Britain all watching with despair. "I wish I could say I want to eat it but... y'know... I'm just not feelin' it right now" America sighs, then smiles apologetically," Sorry dudes" Britain shakes his head and sighs," It's quite alright lad, but I wish you would eat something of your own accord instead of the hospital injecting it into you" He explains, running a hand through America's thin (but slowly thickening) hair. "I wish I could too Iggy but ya know, the voices won't let me" America tapped one of his knuckles against his temple, and the mood gets a bit more depressing in the room. "So, Alfred, find any new books zhat you might want to read?" France asks," I 'ave to leave soon and I want to say goodbye properly" America rolls his eyes and chuckles, but is thoughtful for a moment. "Y'know, there was one I saw about the Civil War. It's embarrassing, really, that it's required reading... I think... but I've never even read it" America smiles nervously," Gone with the Wind? If you can't find it I won't hold it against you dude-" "Non, I know zhat New York City is bustling wizh bookstores, I am sure I will find it somewhere" France interrupts him, smiling gently. "You may 'ave gotten many zhings from Britain, and many zhings from me, but I do not believe I 'ave ever told you zhat your eyes are prettier zhan bozh mine and Britain's combined" France compliments, and America flushes and starts coughing slightly.
"Smooth, but not needed right now" Britain snorts, and America nods in agreement. "It made you all smile, did it not?" France smirks, and America fights off a grin making it's way to his face. "Not to mention that you should be getting out of the hospital soon Al!" Canada says suddenly," You'll be out in less than a month! I was talking with a nurse and she said you've made great progress!" "Really dude!? That's awesome! I'm so fucking stiff from laying here without moving" America exclaims, blue eyes shining with excitement. "But... you'll be set up with a therapist for a while after you get out, but I'll be here with Britain so you don't go completely insane" Canada jokes, and America sighs. "A therapist? Damn it, I was hoping they'd trust me to go on my own after I got out of here" "Alfred, I said this earlier and I'll say it again. You eat because your forced, not of your own accord. We know that, and your doctor knows that. We want to make sure your eating before we leave you, is that so bad?" Britain asks, and America leans into his pillow. After a moment, he replies with," No, I guess not"
America wasn't looking too hot right now. It was something all of North America (Yes, even Cuba, who had managed to not be rude to him that day) noticed, unsure if they were supposed to help right now or not. "Would you like to come over with me hermano? I was planning on making a big meal and I would love someone to share it with" Mexico offers, and America waves him away," I'm good dude, but thanks for asking" He says in a raspy voice. "We were all going to get together and talk about Mama" El Salvador adds," Can we have one of our Northern brothers' input?" America shook his head no," Sorry, I've got a lot of work to do" He grins shakily," You all are flattering, really, but I truly am fine"
No one looked convinced, not even the slightest, but they let it go. "So, this reunion has to be worth something right?" Canada laughs nervously," How are you doing, Haiti?" The mentioned country flashed Canada a smile," I'm fine, Matthew, how are you?" "I'm doing well, trying to help Ukraine out with Russia" Canada sighs. "What a bully, am I right? What kind of person would invade another country and call it an accident" Cuba scoffs, and everyone nods in agreement. "Oh, that reminds me, I brought snacks!" Mexico exclaims," Sour candy, spicy candy, and chilaquiles!" Mexico exclaims, gesturing to an entire table of food. "Breakfast? For dinner?" Jamaica laughs, and Mexico nods happily. "Alfred! You always loved my sour candies, want some?" Mexico offers, dropping a pile of four lemon-citrus flavored candies in front of America. "Ah, thanks man" America sighs, staring at the candy with a mix of disgust and want. He shoved them in his jacket pocket, saying he would eat them later.
He was such a filthy liar.
After two and a half more weeks of hospital visits (France left on the third day, dropping off a copy of Gone With the Wind before departing) America was released. Someone had to sign him out (Britain insisted he do it, as he had raised the boy after all) while the others helped him get to the car. When they got to the house, Britain was quick to schedule a therapist's appointment for the Sunday of next week (they were lucky to find a therapist that would work that day). "Hey Yong Soo, what did you tell your sibs to get them to leave you alone?" America asks an hour after they got to his house, sitting between Canada and Britain on the couch. Korea was on the floor sitting on his knees, and Louisiana Territory and New England were heading out to pick up some groceries for the house (America, after having been bothered by everyone for a request, said to just get him some fruit or something. It wasn't much, but it was still improvement). "China called a few times, I just told him I was meeting your president at the embassy" Korea shrugs, and the room is filled with the sound of quiet snickering. "Ya know, that's great Yong Soo, but, uh, there's one problem with that lie..." America laughs, trailing off. "What is it?" Korea asks, and America fiddles with his hands. "I'm in the middle of a government shut down"
Korea opened and closed his mouth, unable to find words, before simply saying," Oh". "China's a smart man, unfortunately" Canada sighs," I predict he'll be calling you sometime today to chew you out for lying. You better have a better lie prepared" Britain scoffs and rolls his eyes," That twat should learn to keep his nose out of our business. It's not like he cares what happens to America" "He may not care about what happens to me" America mumbles, a bit stung by the comment," But he seems to care about what happens to Korea. I've learned the hard way that not everything is about me, even in times like right now" Korea snorts," He can care all he wants, I'm not goin' home anytime soon"
America smiles at him gratefully, and Korea grins back. "Alright you two, if you could stop pining after each other for a moment, we need to talk about who's taking Al to the therapist next Sunday, because I need to call New France and see how things are going in my country, and I'm sure Britain doesn't entirely trust Scotland or Wales to take care of everything without a reminder" Canada huffs, crossing his arms. "We're not pining!" Korea and America exclaim, and Britain winces," Oh god, two loud countries in the same small room. I don't think I can handle it" America sticks his tongue out at him and Korea flips him off. "Anyways, I can take Al to the therapist, I'm sure Baekje, Gaya, and Silla can manage without me for a bit longer" Korea says, and Canada claps his hands together," Alright then, Korea's taking Al to the therapist next week! Any questions?" he says, and America raises his hand. "Uh yeah, can I not go?" Canada laughs, an innocent look on his face," No."
America was staying over at Britain's house for a few days, his own country had gotten pretty unbearable for even him, and he needed a break. To the right of him was Wales, as quiet as ever. America was beginning to suspect that he was mute, but didn't ever ask because that would probably be rude. To his left was Northern Ireland, reading a book called The False Prince, probably a gift from Canada. He hadn't really seen Britain or Scotland since he got there, but he assumed they were just busy at work. Although, America would not think of it as work in a few minutes.
The front door slammed open, Britain stomping inside and pulling off his raincoat with jerking motions, leaving it on a coat rack with a glare behind him. He didn't bother to take off his shoes, preferring to track mud on the carpet rather than stay another second with the person behind him. Scotland tossed his coat to the ground, kicking off his shoes and shouldering past Britain to sit next to Wales. "Alfred" Britain sighs, folding his arms," Could you be a dear and help me in the kitchen? It looks like someone is going to be a child for the rest of the night. Maybe I should send him to bed early" he sneers at Scotland. "Askin' America for help are yae? Go on, run back tae him like a pup to his mammy" Scotland goads, and Britain glares at him. "You'd know about running back to someone, huh? Seeing as how you were quick to beg to be my ally after I beat you and France's sorry arses" "I wouldnae ask yae for a single rat's tail if yae starved me like yae did to Ireland!"
"You're too stubborn to ask for anything, no wonder the rest of us left you to rot!"
"I believe yae've got it mixed around, as it seems the rest of us hate yae more than yae claim tae hate the French"
"I've got Northern Ireland!"
"He hates yae, I know he does! He comes to my room every night tae complain about all the car bombs and how they're all yaer fault!"
"I raised him, he's smart enough to know it's not my fault"
"We all know it is, wee bassa. Everythin' that goes wrong here is yaer fault, Britain"
Britain glared at Scotland intensely, and America felt the room get an awkward and strained atmosphere. "Hey Iggy, lets get started making dinner. I know y'all must be starving" America says after a moment, and Britain growls out an "okay" and follows him to the other room. "Favoritism, aye?" Scotland calls after them,"I always knew yae had a thing for the fat ones!"
"Anyways, then Japan tries to prove he can climb trees better than me just because he's older. He fails, obviously, which is why I'm telling this story" Korea grins, waving his hands around," I climb five branches higher than him, and he looks down and almost starts crying because we're so high up. I ask him why he doesn't climb down, and he tells me it's because he's never climbed trees before" Britain and Canada start snickering, and America is looking out the window every five seconds to see if Louisiana and New England have come back yet. "I eventually ask him to get on my back, because I'm tall and strong like that, and get us down. I take a wrong step and we both end up free falling. Japan grabs a branch and I fall to the ground, breaking an arm. Japan gets down with nothing more than an aching shoulder and a few tears, and China starts yelling at me for being reckless of all things! Needless to say, I learned that tree climbing is not a skill that runs in the family so I've got a wicked platform in a tree behind my house that I go to when everyone's getting really annoying" Korea finishes, and Canada claps him on the back," That's awesome, I wish I had something like that to run away from Al once in a while... No offense man"
"None taken" America sighs," I just wish Timothy and Pierre would hurry the hell up" "Me too, I want my fucking M&Ms" Korea huffs, and the room bursts out laughing once more. Korea glances at America, and notices the wide grin that spread on his face, not blinding and unimaginably wide, but big enough that the corners of his eyes would wrinkle slightly and that his small dimples would stand out. He had made Alfred laugh. "I've got a story, it's about the time me and Canada thought we were witches" America says after calming down, still smiling brightly.
Britain made damn good pastries, is all America has to say. The dinner had been uncomfortably silent with America and Northern Ireland trying to crack jokes to lighten the mood, but nothing worked. Wales was still chillingly silent, Scotland kept shooting death glares at Britain, and Britain tried to ignore his older brother in favor of the moist pile of mashed potatoes and dry chicken on his plate. The dinner itself did not taste that great, but the pastry dessert at the end made up for it. "Ya know Arthur, if ya keep this baking up you'll have France running for his money" Northern Ireland comments, taking an uncomfortably large bite from a cookie. "Ah, thank you..." Britain mumbles, not used to being complimented on his cooking. Wales nods in agreement, and Scotland sneers at the slice of pumpkin bread he got for himself," I've had better from America's place, and that garbage is terrible"
America did not notice the comment, staring hungrily at the almost whole loaf of pumpkin bread, the plate stacked high with cookies and brownies, and the small dish of scones that sat to the side. "Are you going to take one, Alfred?" Britain asks, looking concerned, and a bit hurt. America nods, feeling knots tie in his stomach and his heart grow ten times heavier. He grabbed a brownie, hesitantly taking a bite, chewing slowly and forcing himself not to retch onto the floor at the taste of chocolate and walnuts, and eventually swallows. He took bite after bite after bite, getting more and more comfortable with each time. Eventually, he was asking how many he could have. Britain looked delighted to see America look so hungry for his baking, and said he had made extra specifically for his appetite.
After that, America ate.
He ate and ate and ate and ate ate ate ate ateateateateateateateate.
"Had yaer fill, lad?" Scotland snorts, and America notices the crumbs in the palms of his hands, the small chocolate stains on his fingers, and the hint of nutmeg in his mouth. Oh god, what had he done? A good half of the food was gone, and America could feel himself paling, biting his lip to stop himself from crying out. "You feeling alright?" North asks, and America nods," Y-yeah, just need to use the bathroom..." Without another word, he dashes to one of three bathrooms in the house, closing the door rapidly and sliding to the floor. God, he had just ate so much! His diet was ruined! It was terrible and he was going to get so fat and obese and everyone would call him a butter whore and carbo-loaded freak and a glutton and fatfatfatfatfatfatfatobesegluttonbutterwhorecarboloadedfreakfatfatfatfatfatfat
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He knocks his head against the toilet seat, tears burning his face and staining his cheeks as they fell rapidly with every gasping breath and scarring heave he took, the toilet water stained yellow and red with bodily fluids, chunks of undigested food floating around
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America threw up. He had binged, gorged himself on food he didn't deserve, and now he was punishing himself. He ran out of food, ran out of fluids to release, now he was dry-heaving and it hurt so much it hurt it hurt it HURT
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America lay on the cool tile floor, shaking with sobs held back by clammy hands, knees pulled up to his chest. "I'm sorry" He whimpers, voice raspy and quiet but still stinging his abused throat. "I'm so so sorry" he says to who he failed. Who did he fail?
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Himself.