Hey guy's I'm back with chapter two! And if you have read the first 1,455 words of chapter one you just might be interested enough to read chapter two! Yay happy me!

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England had drifted to sleep and America had called a doctor to come over and examine the sick man. He sat on the couch, quite bored he let his mind run wild.

America's mind

What if Iggy doesn't get better? What if he dies?... how will I feel if he dies? What would I do?

America imagined himself over eating because of the depression and getting extremely fat!

He grimaced at the thought of him getting fat. Then he began to imagine England's funeral... only America France and... that one guy... Canada would were surrounding a coffin. As England laid there perfectly still. Not moving, as if he was sleeping... America saw himself standing there thinking he would be able to kiss that peaceful man...

then his mind went somewhere completely different. He imagined England laying on the bed with only the sheet covering his vital regions, and a sexy smirk spread on his face. He saw himself standing in the door way unbuttoning his shirt, for some reason he was wearing his work suit. He sloppily began to undo his tie, when the English man spook up, "leave it on." America looked back at the man, he was leaning on hie elbows, legs spread as an invitation. America quickly walked to the bed and jumped on him... but he couldn't even begin to imagine the passionate kiss they would have shared. Maily because the doorbell rang

reality :(

America slightly jumped, noticing his cheeks were flushed and his pants were a little tighter then they were five minutes ago... "what the he-" then another ring of the doorbell interrupted him, and he remembered he had called the doctor earlier.

He jumped off the couch and ran to the door, opening it he said, "hello, sorry for the wait bro, please come in."

the doctor gave him a odd look but walked in the house. America closed the door after him. "he's right in here," America said walking up the stairs and to the bedroom. The British doctor fallowing close behind him. America opened the door to see a sick England still laying on the bed, his heart sank. For some reason had expected England to be all better and perky, running over to America and giving him a thank you kiss... then America would pay the doctor for the trip over here and carry England to the bed, laying him down and taking off his green pants.

"how long has he been like this?" The doctor interrupted America's thought... again. America looked at him and shrugged, "i found him like this about an hour ago. He was barfing and had a terrible fever.

The doctor hummed as he walked over to the side of England's bed and took out a thermometer. "um will you wake him, I find it easier for someone to wake up to a face they know when there sick." America nodded walking over to the bed and sitting beside England on the bed, and shaking his shoulder slightly.

England slightly opened his eye's, America detected a hint of pain in them, that also gave him a sinking feeling in his chest. "sorry to wake you.. But the doctor is here to examine you." England tilted his head to the left to see the doctor. "good evening..." he looked at a piece of paper then back at England. "Arthur Kirkland is it?" England bit his bottom lip at the sound of his human name, but nodded. America found that as a tease.

"alright now open you mouth please we have to take you temperature." England did as he was asked. And the doctor slipped the thermometer under his tongue. After a few moments the thermometer beeped and the doctor took it out of England's mouth. Looking at it and then making a humming noise again. "yep you have a fever, but it's not as bad as you think." The doctor turned his gaze to America, he will need to stay in bed, no walking for him, he could pass out at any moment and you need to be there when he does." America gave an unsure look but nodded. "Alright," the doctor reached in his bag and pulled out a small thing of pills. " give this to him ever night before he goes to sleep, and he should drink a lot of water and tea." America nodded in understanding.

"so are you fellas together?" The doctor asked putting on his gloves. England looked up at America with hooded eye's obviously he didn't understand the question or that doctor would have flew out the window. America looked down at England, then answered, "no sir." The doctor hummed again, he took out a stethoscope and lifted England's shirt, pushing it on his chest. "Take three deep breaths." England did as he was told. "so, whats you name?" America looked at England's face, and held back a giggle. He was making a rather amusing face, from the cool stethoscope. "Oh my name is Alfred."

… "Cute name," the doctor smiled. America flushed slightly, " oh um thanks.

England looked up at America, who wasn't paying attention due to the doctor's complement. It would take a miracle for America to tell he was making a pass at him. Even England knew that you had to tell him something straight forward or he wouldn't get it. "how old are you?" He asked putting the stethoscope in the bag and taking out a needle. "twenty one." America replied. " oh my your young." America began to feel a bit awkward and watched as the doctor filled the needle with some clear substance. "What's that for?" America asked pointing to the needle. "Oh this? This is to help the fever go down, the pills are to help with the barfing." America nodded in response.

"so um.. I'm not doing anything after work, maybe you would like to get a drink?" the English man asked America in a smooth English accent. America's eye's went wide as it clicked in his head, he was being hit on! England looked at America, curious to what he will say. "um I have to stay here and take care of my friend, but um, thanks." the doctor leaned in over England to America, " I can send a nurse here to take care of him, I'll pay for it and everything." America blushed as the doctor leaned further over England and closer to America's face. America didn't move but it was obvious he didn't want to be that close to the other man. England glared and lifted up his knee until it violently hit the doctors stomach. The doctor hunched over, and America just watched... " um I think you should go America said taking the bottle of pills that were laying next to England.

The doctor packed up all of his stuff without saying a word and walked out of the room. America looked down at England, "thanks," said with a smile. England smiled back and nodded in response.