AUTHOR'S NOTE:

AND WE HAVE A GUEST REVIEW!

Hi! I'm loving this collection, it' s really fun and well written. Thanks for sharing! So... if you want prompts, would you mind writing something about Canada being sick/injured and America trying to take care of him like the heroic brother he is? ("trying" may or may not be the key word, depending on what you feel like writing) Thank you! (And sorry for my English, I'm not a native speaker)

Can do, dude. I really like this one. And don't worry, your written english is pretty good. I think its pretty cool that someone that isn't a native english speaker would read something I write. I actually love checking the stats for stories I write to see how many people in other countries read my stories. Probably because I think its wicked cool that people from whole other countries, who don't speak my langauge, can have the same interests as me! So cool! But, anway...

DISCLAIMER! IT'S NOT MINE. HETALIA ISN'T MINE.

Canada really hated being sick. He really did. Now being sick as a nation could mean any number of things.

One, you just got sick. Nations hardly ever caught diseases like normal people, but it happened, normally with younger nations.

Two, you economy was failing or in a major depression. That was the worst of the options. You'd be basically dead for extended periods of time.

Three, there is an epidemic in your country. Lots of countries got sick around flu season. This what was wrong with Canada currently, he thinks. It's flu season. There is alot of pnemonia to.

The only country it seemed that this didn't apply to was America, at least it seemed that way to everybody but Canada. Canada knew better. Sharing a border with America allowed him certain amounts of knowledge. It a lot of countries, if you are sick, you take off. Americans, don't do that. An America would have to completely and totally bedridden to possibly miss work or school. Americans were really good at pretending they weren't sick, or just working right through being sick like they didn't feel like they were going to keel over. Not say that didn't happen in other countries, it did, but Americans had fucking mastered it. They were like illness ninjas. And America was was the sneakest of them all.

He really hoped that America wouldn't show up here. He had fallen ill in him and America's shared border home. His head hurt to bad to deal with America's loud antics.

It wasn't that he hated America. He loved the guy, but all the love in the world doesn't make the dude any less loud and annoying. Plus, the guy wasn't that bad all the time, in fact if you could get him sit down and calm himself down, America was actually a great guy. He was capable of being serious, but he perfered to ignore it when things were bad. Another trait he gained from his people. It agitated Canada to no end. He could only hope if America did show up, he would take things seriously. Heck, maybe if they could get his blasted headache to go away that could play some video games.

Maybe Canada's fever was getting too high.

He couldn't tell.

"HEY, CANADA DUDE-"

God fucking damnit.

The pounding in his head increased ten fold. He curled up further into his blanket and groaned.

"Dude, are you okay?" America asked as he got closer to his brother. Canada told him he was staying here for a few weeks. He was planning on seeing if Canada wanted to play some Smash Brothers or something, but now that he was on Canada's side of the house, he noticed something was wrong. He couldn't get a good look at his bro let but he looked bad from were he stands. Plus it smells like sick in here. You know what I mean, that sick smell, like cleaned puke, sweat, and general disease. Nasty. America got closer to his brother, who rolled over and glared at him when he heard him getting close. "Woah, dude, you look like hell!"

He really did. His skin was that sickly yellowish pale that people that were already pale turned when they were sick, his cheeks were flushed and there were dark circles under his eyes, which looked very tired. His nose was rubbed raw. Ouch. If America had to guess, the dude's throat was probably sore to, solely based on the fact that it Canada had defenetly puked in here, he could smell it.

"America, not now." Canada said, his sore throat strained to say the words with his his already small voice.

"Bro, don't talk, your tiny girl voice sounds like your gurgling gravel shards, man." America said and Canada was unable suppress his desire to roll his eyes. He was far too tired to be polite. He knew his brother wouldn't mind, infact America seemed to like it when he could push him past manners. Get him to show his 'British passive agressive-ism', as America put it.

"Shut up." Canada tried to hide his face.

"Why didn't call, I would have come right over." America said, looking around the place. "Dude this place is a stye, how long have you been sick?"

"Did you just come here to insult me?" Canada sighed, wishing his couch would swallow him up.

"I came to see if you wanted to play some Smash, but now, since I'm such an awesome hero big brother, I'm going to stay here and nurse you back to health!" America put his hands on his hips in his classic 'I'm the hero' pose.

"America, you don't have to-" Canada started before breaking into a hoarse coughing hit. America looked concerned for a second before covering it up with a sarcastic smile.

"You were saying?" America said in an almost mocking tone.

"Shut up."

"Alright, lets start off by getting those clothes off." America said, stripping Canada of his blankets.

"What?" Canada's face grew impossibly redder.

"Dude, I can tell by looking at you that your fever is through the roof! Hell, the roof is on fire at this piont! Your covered in gross sweat, man, that big ass hoodie can't be helpful." America was wearing his serious face now. Damnit, he'd never be free of him. "You can get naked yourself, or I'll make you."

Canada decided to go along with it and strip down to his underwear, if only to avoid wrestling his brother sick. America smiled as he saw his brother remove his hoodie.

"Good choice, broha." He gave him a thumbs up. "I'll go make you something. Since it seems like hamburger therapy-"

Hamburger therapy. Dear Lord.

"-doesn't seem to work on you guys, I'll make you some tea. Honey in tea is supposed help with tummy troubles, right?"

"Yeah, sure, that'd be nice." Canada mumbled as he yanked off his pants, revealing his maple leaf and hockey stick boxer shorts. He then wrapped himself back in his blanket. Soon enough America had made his tea.

"Tea with honey, nice and warm. I also put some maple syrup in there for you, I know its not really healthy but I thought you'd like it." America grinned his gaint 'I'm an adorkable dick' grin as he made his way over with the tea. Canada couldn't help but notice he had two cups.

"Made some for yourself, eh?" Canada smiled a little as America handed him his cup.

"I got a little throat tickle myself. Plus tea is okay sometimes." America said, taking a seat by his brother. "Don't tell England I said that."

"Your secret is safe with me." Canada said, sipping his tea. It was actually decent tea. At least some England taught him stuck.

"After I finish my drink-" Nice job low-key denying you are drinking tea, America. "- I'll get you some meds. Where do you keep your cheap canadian drugs? Bathroom?"

"Behind the mirror."

"Great."

America was a suprisingly good caretaker. He was an annoying caretaker, but good. Canada forgot that they represent the spirit of the people, not the government. American healthcare might blow, but that didn't mean America sucked at caring for people. He also kept forgeting that under America's narcissism and hero complex was a decent guy. It wasn't often that anybody got to see that part of America, at least since he annexed Texas. Canada thinks his hero complex started to develop around then. But Canada remembered before then, when they were young, before the War of 1812, when they were kids. America was still energetic and easily distracted, but he was a sweet boy, who didn't like seeing others upset or hurt. As in love with himself as he is, when his family is in trouble he takes it seriously. And of course, because he was America, the freedom country, the country of immigrants, if you were even a little close to him, you were practicly family. He wouldn't say it out loud, though, he took after England in that respect.

It had taken a whole week for Canada's flu to clear up. It was one stubborn bitch, but America managed to actually help him. At the very least, he tried really hard. And so, a week after America arrived they finally got to play their videogames. America mained Kirby and kicked Canada's ass, which peeved Canada off to no end. Though, since he was Canada, he just sort of whispered at him angrily and gave him soft little baby punches to his shoulder that made America laugh. They played video games, ate kraft mac and cheese and pancakes, and drank beer. The next day they left for their regular homes, they never really mentioned that week again.

Author's Note:

This got away from the orginal prompt a little but I love it too much not to post it. This was so much fun to write. I love the dynamic between Canada and America. They are a ball to write.

The prompts I've gotten so far are good, granted now that I've finished this one I only have one left but that one is going to require a little more planning for me so it might take me a week to complete. So feel free to send in some more, dudes. And don't be afraid of leaving a review saying what you thought of the chapter. I won't bite, it'll actually make me really happy.