A/N: Back again with another chapter!

I don't have a lot to say, except I'm sorry if the characters are OOC. Knowing me, they probably are.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

England strode up to them, in a long coat, gloves, scarf and hat. He also had long trousers and comfortable shoes. He raised an eyebrow at the large hole in the ice, and the shivering Aussie.

Realisation dawned on him. "Ah," he nodded his head, "he fell in? And in nothing but shorts and a t-shirt?"

New Zealand sighed. "Yeah. I tried to warn him, but…" he trailed off, glancing at his cold brother.

"How long was he in there?"

"A few minutes, I think."

England nodded. "Right. I don't think he has Hypothermia, but he'll definitely get a cold. I'll get a taxi for you to the hotel."

New Zealand thanked him and helped his shivering neighbour off the icy floor, and they started walking towards the snowy bank.

Australia mumbled something inaudible suddenly, and sneezed.

New Zealand frowned at him and asked, "What'd you say? I can't hear you."

Australia repeated a bit louder, "S'cold."

He's cold? Well, I'm not surprised. If I'm cold, he must be absolutely frozen. There's no way he can go to the meeting tomorrow.

Just as they started walking up the bank to the awaiting taxi, Australia fell asleep, his body going limp and almost making them both fall down the bank. England walked over and helped his former colony drag the unconscious Aussie to the taxi.

~At the hotel~

Dragging a sleeping Aussie up a riverbank was one thing, but dragging him up stairs was a different story.

But finally, they managed to get Australia up the stairs. As soon as they cleared the final step, Australia woke up.

"You have got to be kidding me." New Zealand muttered angrily. Why did he have to wake up after we'd finally dragged his ass upstairs?! "You can be seriously annoying sometimes, you know that, right?"

"S'cold." He mumbled.

"Is that all you can say?!"

Australia locked eyes with the Kiwi, before smiling weakly and repeating, "S'cold."

"I'll drop you." New Zealand threatened.

"Is this really the time to do this?" England asked with a sigh.

"Stay out of this, old man!" Both New Zealand and Australia yelled angrily, causing Australia to start coughing again.

England growled. "Don't call me an old man!"

Australia raised an eyebrow, his coughing subsiding. "You're like, sixty-five million years old, though."

A tick mark appeared on England's face. "I'm not a dinosaur!"

"You're a T-Rex." New Zealand remarked. He just couldn't help it.

England glared at him. "And why am I a T-Rex?" He forced out, restraining himself from attacking.

"Because-" The Kiwi was cut off by Australia laughing. New Zealand raised an eyebrow. " What's so funny?"

Australia stopped laughing and replied with a huge smile, "Imagine a small, green T-Rex with shaggy, blond hair and emerald eyes. Next, imagine it with a top hat and a cane, sitting in an armchair by a fireplace drinking a cup of tea with its tiny arms."

New Zealand pictured it in his mind and burst out laughing. Now every time he looked at England, he would see that image.

England spluttered, face red as he too, imagined what Australia had described, but tried not to laugh and defend himself. "I don't use a cane nowadays! And my hair's not shaggy, just…naturally wavy."

Now they were all imagining the same T-Rex, just with long, wavy hair like France's on its head.

They all started laughing after that. Well, until Australia started coughing again. Then they remembered why they were stood in a hotel corridor.

"Come on then, Brontosaurus." England said, continuing to walk down the corridor. When he noticed no-one was following, he turned round and was met with horrified and disgusted looks. "What?"

"Brontosaurus? I'm offended." Australia said in a hurt voice.

"How are you 'offended'?"

"I'm not a herbivore! Sure, they're big, but I prefer to be a Spinosaurus! They're bigger than a T-Rex for starters, and I'm bigger than you, so-"

England cut him off. "You're meant to be ill! We can talk about dinosaurs later!" He started walking again. "God, how can you get so distracted by small things like that? Honestly."

"You got involved as well." New Zealand mumbled under his breath, but continued supporting Australia with walking down the hotel corridor.

With an almighty sneeze, Australia tripped over his own feet, falling to the floor and sending his brother with him.

England sighed in annoyance as the pair fell over and struggled to get back up. Mainly because Australia was sprawled on top of the Kiwi and didn't have the energy to get off him. The Brit realised he had no choice but to help the two little idiots up. This short little trip from taxi to hotel room is taking a lot longer than I initially thought, he thought as he walked back to the pair.

Eventually, the three nations managed to get to the hotel room, and stepped inside. Immediately, England wrinkled his nose slightly. "This place is a mess. Don't you clean up after yourselves?"

"This isn't the time for that, old man!" New Zealand snapped, slightly flustered as he did usually clean up, but with Australia running out, he didn't have chance.

"Don't call me old man!" England growled angrily.

"PTCHOO!"

"What's that supposed to mean?! Oh wait, that was a sneeze." England corrected himself. "You must be freezing in that getup; I'll go get you something warmer."

"Mmhmm." Australia replied, too tired to form proper words.

While England searched through his suitcase, New Zealand set his brother down on the bed.

"Can you get your clothes off?" The Kiwi asked, but he got no reply. "Australia?" He shook the Aussie's shoulder lightly. Nothing. "England! I think he's dead!" New Zealand shouted, panicking.

The room fell silent.

Until a loud snore shattered the silence and terrified the other two nations.

England chuckled lightly. "I think you'll find he's asleep my lad."

"Shut up." He grumbled. "And I'm not 'your lad'."

Walking over, the Brit patted New Zealand on the head before sitting on the edge of the bed.

"All he brought was the same sort of thing he's wearing now. That and eucalyptus leaves." England glanced at the Kiwi, a knowing look in his eyes.

"Er…this isn't the time to talk. We'll just have to wrap him up in spare quilts and any blankets we can find." He reasoned, beginning to remove Australia's damp shirt. As he removed the wet item of clothing, he suddenly remembered a certain koala, who was still inside of his shirt. He was surprised the poor thing wasn't crushed when he and Australia fell over in the corridor. He was so caught up in his thoughts, he didn't notice something strange on his neighbour's chest, but Australia's arm now covered it.

A small smile graced England's features before he began peeling the Aussie's shorts off. When that was done, he started to dress his former colony is the biggest cloths he could find in Australia's suitcase and pulled the blanket over his former colony's body.

He frowned as the shivering didn't stop. Concerned, England removed one of his gloves and placed his hand on Australia's forehead. It was hot to the touch. Sighing, the Brit realised he had a fever.

Getting up, he walked over to the bathroom and grabbed a couple of small hand towels. These'll have to do, he thought, as he soaked one of them in cold water, before squeezing it and quick-walking back to the bed.

Gently placing the makeshift compress on Australia's forehead, the Brit ran a hand through his wild hair.

"New Zealand, I'm going to go buy some cold tablets; take care of him until I get back." With that, England left the room, without waiting for a response.

Hearing a groan, the Kiwi turned his attention to the sick Aussie, whose brows were slightly creased. New Zealand stroked his brother's hair, murmuring, "Idiot" quietly.

"You never listen to me, do you? Now look at you. You've got a cold." He continued, but not in a harsh tone. He didn't feel any anger or satisfaction towards Australia getting ill. He only felt worry and sadness at the whole thing.

"I hope you'll be a bit better tomorrow." He froze as he remembered what was happening tomorrow. The meeting. He thought with dread. What's going to happen?

Shaking his head, New Zealand shifted slightly to get comfy. He may very well be here a while.

Another groan came from the bed as Australia slowly cracked one eye open. His head hurt like hell and his throat felt dry and scratchy.

When his other eye was open, he noticed New Zealand sat next to him. A sudden cough escaped his mouth, making him wince as it hurt his throat.

"…Wa…ter…" He croaked, eyes locking with New Zealand's.

The Kiwi stood up and walked into the bathroom, looking for a glass to fill with water.

When he filled a glass he found, he re-entered the main room. He nearly dropped the glass in surprise.

Australia was trying to climb out the window.

Quickly setting the glass down on the bedside table, New Zealand hurried over and grabbed the Aussie's arm.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He demanded.

Australia frowned at him, before coughing twice into his hand. "I'm going…for some…fresh air." He replied weakly.

"Are you delirious or something?! That's a window. You'll end up in hospital if you jump out a window."

"But…my head…hurts." He whined, and New Zealand tightened his grip on his brother's arm as his eyelids started to droop. "Fresh air…makes it…better-" he was cut off as he fell forward, falling asleep on the spot. New Zealand leapt forward to catch him before he either fell out the window or on the floor.

Dragging the sleeping Aussie to the bed, England walked in, carrying a bag. At seeing the scene in front of him, he blinked twice, expressionless.

All he did was watch the pair as New Zealand struggled to haul Australia back on the bed. When he'd finally accomplished this, England decided to make his presence known.

"Now what was that all about?" He asked, making New Zealand jump.

The Kiwi sighed, glaring at Australia, who was now panting with a flushed face. "This idiot thought that jumping out a window would make his head hurt less because of the 'fresh air'. Now he's probably made himself worse."

"Good I have these tablets then. And medicine – just in case he doesn't want to take tablets." The Brit walked over, placing the bag on the bedside table next to the untouched glass of water.

"He's going to try and come to tomorrow's meeting." New Zealand murmured.

"I know."

He turned to face his former caretaker. "What are we gonna do?"

England ignored the slang and thought deeply before answering. "Since I'm the host country, it's essential for me to be there. And there has to be at least one representative from each continent, so you have to go as well…so honestly, I'm not sure. I could ask someone to take care of him; no, no-one would want to miss the meeting. Even if it's utter chaos, it's fun to be there." His eyebrows wrinkled in thought.

"What about America? He's mates with Australia." New Zealand suggested.

"Hell no!"

"Why not?"

"If you leave those two alone in a room together while one's sick, they'll definitely kill the sick one. It's common knowledge." He explained.

"Fair enough."

Silence.

"What about Fran-"

"No."

"Hmm…Canada?"

England seemed to consider the thought. "Actually, he might work. America can always fill him in on what happened in the meeting, I suppose. Alright; I'll ask Canada tomorrow."

New Zealand cocked his head to one side. "Why not today? It's only early afternoon."

"Because he'll rush over. He's kind and caring; he won't hesitate to pull an all-nighter to take care of Australia – even on our watch. Don't worry; I'll make sure to ask him early tomorrow morning."

The Kiwi nodded, satisfied someone would take care of his sick brother while he was gone. For now, he could take care of Australia himself.

~Next day~

True to his word, England rang Canada as soon as he'd woken up, explaining briefly what had happened and asking the Canadian to take care of Australia. Canada had accepted and said he was on his way.

Hanging up, England unlocked the door for the Canadian and prepared himself for the day ahead. He woke the still sleeping New Zealand as well. There was a double and a single bed in the room; Australia in the single and the other two nations sharing the double.

Because they were sharing, all he had to do was stretch his arm out and gently shake the other's shoulder.

As England was getting dressed, there was a knock at the door.

Just as the Englishman said, "It's open," the Australian sneezed loudly.

Canada quietly opened and closed the door, before walking into the main room. He saw England pulling a coat on, New Zealand putting a pair of shoes on, and Australia shivering under three or four duvets.

A look of sympathy crossed his features at the sight of the ill Australian. Since he was from a fairly cold country, he was often immune to little colds, but he did sometimes get them. But Australia was a hot country, so suddenly being put in a freezing environment such as a cold winter in England would probably have caused some colds. He frowned in concern; would any other nations get colds?

Noticing the look of sympathy and concern on Canada's face, England placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's his fault as well. He only packed shorts and t-shirts. Mine and New Zealand's clothes don't fit him because he's too tall. It would just be uncomfortable and tight, so we decided to put him in the biggest clothes he brought and tucked him in a few duvets." He explained.

Canada nodded. "Right. Any tips?"

England looked thoughtful for a minute before replying. "Frequently change the towels on his head. If he wakes up, get him to drink as much as possible and maybe even eat a little. He must be starving. Keep him warm and make sure he takes either tablets or medicine." He rubbed his neck sheepishly as he realised how long the list was. "That's all I can think of. He's quite high maintenance at times."

The Canadian smiled softly. "I can tell." He then turned to New Zealand. "I'll take care of your brother; don't worry, he'll be fine. And after the meeting, you'll come straight here. Is that right?"

New Zealand nodded mutely, picking up his coat and slipping it on.

England was about to walk out the door when he said over his shoulder, "Keep the windows locked." With that, he walked out, shutting the door behind him.

"'Keep the windows locked'?" Canada echoed in confusion. "I wonder why." However, he stood up and walked over to the window, locking it and putting the key on the bedside table.

He pulled up one of the chairs and sat in it, looking down at the Australian shivering in the bed.

~At the World Meeting Room~

Everything was as it usually was at the meeting. New Zealand wasn't surprised in the slightest. But he completely ignored the other nations, lost in thought. He blamed himself for his brother falling ill. If he hadn't turned away to put his shoes on, then Australia wouldn't have been able to run away.

He mentally chastised himself for thinking like this. It wasn't going to help Australia, now was it? But he couldn't do anything at the moment. At the moment, he was in a meeting, and he had to pay attention to it. He trusted Canada to take care of his brother.

Glancing up, New Zealand realised that the meeting had started, and Germany had managed to temporarily calm everyone down.

A sudden crash made the Kiwi jump. Snapping his head to the source of the noise, his eyes widened in shock and dread as he saw none other than Australia, stood in the doorway, panting heavily and struggling to keep his eyes open. He was leaning on the doorway, but straightened up and started staggering to an empty seat next to New Zealand.

Luckily, New Zealand wasn't too far from the doorway, so he didn't have far to go.

Suddenly, Canada ran in, slightly out of breath as he scanned the room, soon finding Australia.

He walked towards the Oceanian nation, mouth open to scold him for whatever happened, but America interrupted him.

Walking up to Australia, he slapped his back in greeting as they usually did, which made the Australian nearly fall over, and said, "Hey dude, you finally made it! I was starting to think you wouldn't show up!"

"Heh…wouldn't miss…a chance…to see…ya…" He forced out between pants with a weak smile.

America frowned. "Hey, you okay? You look…ill."

Australia shook his head, immediately regretting it as his headache spiked, making him clutch the sides of his head in pain. Gritting his teeth, he growled in a low voice, "M'fine."

"No you're not!" Canada butted in, grabbing Australia's shoulder gently but firmly. "You shouldn't be moving around so much! You'll only get worse. Come on, we're going back to the hotel room."

"N-no." He stubbornly refused, though his teeth began chattering.

"Whoa dude, you're shivering!" America commented. "You're totally sick!" Australia glared at him, shrugged off Canada's hand and began walking towards the seat again.

But he didn't get very far.

His vision began darkening round the edges and blurring. His head felt like it was going to explode. His throat felt like he'd swallowed a cactus or something. The cold was unbearable.

He couldn't hear anything around him anymore. He didn't realise he was falling. All he could see was darkness taking over his vision, and he had no choice but to welcome it as he lost consciousness.

A/N: I'm ending this chapter here. Sorry it's so long!

The next chapter's probably the last.

Bye~