Sorry it has taken so long to updated but sickness has never been kind to me. Finally the second part of America and England's Romeo and Juliet is here.

Please enjoy.

England, still huddled up in America's jacket, was feeling quite unwell. As the play continued, so did America's acting, which was causing England to be very nervous, but that wasn't the only thing. Despite the jacket, England started having chills and bunched up in his chair. He initially thought it was because he was embarrassed, but he got extremely tired and light-headed quickly and soon America took notice.

"England, are you okay?" England's eyes were growing heavy and red. The usual emerald-green began turning pale.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"You're lying. You don't have to stay for the whole play."

"Yes, we do. It would be poor manners to leave in the middle of old dear Willy's plays," England answered in a raspy voice.

America was now thoroughly convinced that England was sick. He never called William Shakespeare "Willy". Signaling one of the ushers nearby, America scooped England up in his arms and left out of the back exit. As he held him, America noticed that England was very hot and he ran faster to the car.

"Put me down right now," England briefly lost his patience and swung at America in a way that one may shoo a fly. After putting England on the ground to open the door, England turned swiftly to leave altogether, but he blacked out instead.

America was shocked, but proceeded in bringing him home. For a moment, America thought about his efforts to show England that he was capable of being a gentleman and just generally showing out, but now was very serious. England must have worked so hard this week that he got a cold. America always knew that England would get cold easily, but normally France would take care of him.

"Well, time to put this act aside for right now and see what to do," America got England out of the car and tried putting him to bed. England regained some of his senses during the ride and insisted on taking off his own clothes, but after tripping over his own pants, America had to step in. After getting him to bed, America made soup, tea and a glass of cold water. Unlike France's gourmet soups, America's chicken noodle soup was very plain, but it would do the trick. England didn't eat much, but he drunk some tea and water and went to sleep. America stayed in England's room for a while until England started snoring, then he called Canada.

"Hey bro."

"Hey America. Are you at England's house?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"Today, we're having a sale for William Shakespeare's plays and poems at the bookstore because its his birthday and at Mister England's house, they celebrate as well. Plus I knew you would use this to your advantage."

"Yeah, we went to a play but then England started feeling sick. Rats, I learned that whole play for nothing."

"Which play?"

"Romeo and Juliet. I watched three versions of it, including Gnomeo and Juliet, which is very good, by the way."

"You're going to drive this to the ground, arent you?"

"Yeah and Im doing a great job! I bet England is so happy that he'll always back me up when I have a great idea!"

Canada rolled his eyes and laughed to himself, "well, where is Mister England right now?"

"He's sick."

"Sick? What did you do?"

"Nothing. He said he had been working all week long."

"Well that is true. He is the head of the Commonwealth as well as the United Kingdom, so I would imagine him being busy all the time, just like when we were kids. You should've let him stay home."

"You think he'll be upset with me?"

"No, just make sure he's comfortable and he'll be much better by tomorrow morning."

"Okay, thanks Bro."

America hung up the phone and went back to England, who wiggled himself out of bed and to the floor.

"England! What are you doing?!"

"Im going back to the theatre to finish the play. Its rude otherwise."

"But you're sick! You are not leaving this house!"

"But I want to see the rest of the play! Its my favourite," England whined. He looked really sad to not finish the play, but then America had an idea.

"Then why don't I finish it?"

England looked at America in a confused manner as he ran around the room gathering items, moving his sitting chair and creating his stage.

"Ready, England?"

"Okay, I guess."

America started the play from where they left off, complete with emotion and great skill in every role. England looked bored or confused at first, but he became interested and even smiled and cried. When America finished, England tried to stand up, but was too tired. He managed to clapped weakly, but America was honored anyway.

"I've never seen one person act out any play like that."

"Well, it was the least I could do."

"Well, thank you. I think I'll go to bed now," England shuffled a bit in his covers before going to sleep.

America walked out the room and cheered a little to himself. Showing a bit of interest and expertise in England's culture was always a way to have his attention. America should know; he has always been the expert in getting England's attention.

Although other than just showing off, America thought it was fun acting out the play and spending time with England like they used to when he was little. The smile on England's face was sincere and a rarity. Hopefully, America would continue to make England smile in the future.