China and Japan took out some herbs to make some medicine
Italy waved his white flag around as if it would magically help in some bizarre way.
Lithuania stared out the window to see when the ambulance would arrive and Greece was sleeping as usual.
Noticing that the room was awfully quiet, France and England finally turned around and saw the group of nations in the front of the room.
"What are you gits doing?" the Briton asked as he pushed his way through the crowd.
When he made his way to the front his eyes widened in shock as he saw his friend lying unconsciously on the ground. "America!" the Briton yelled He got onto his hands and knees and held the American in his arms. "What happened to him?" The Briton asked frantically.
"We don't know; he just passed out aru." China said
The Briton held the American close to himself as tears filled his eyes. Moments later the Ambulance arrived and the EMT's placed the American on the stretcher, and then rushed him to the hospital. Without thinking the Briton got into his Jaguar XJ Sentinel and drove to the hospital; not caring about the speed limits, stop signs or lights.
As the Briton was about to go into the emergency room he was stopped by security. "You're not allowed beyond this area." The security guard growled. The guard appeared pissed off and tire. He put several spoonfuls of sugar into a cup of coffee, tasted it, and then began to put more sugar into the cup.
"Please, you have to let me go, I'm begging you. I'm really desperate to go see my friend." The Briton pleaded.
The guard glared at the Briton and then proceeded to put sugar into the steaming cup; "listen, I already told you that I can't let you through now go sit and wait like everybody else."
The Briton glared back at the guard and mumbled several curses as he walked away from the guard and sat impatiently in a chair.
The Briton felt uneasy so he stood up and paced around the room, hoping to hear some good news from a doctor; telling him that his beloved friend was going to be okay.
Hours passed until a tired looking doctor finally came out of the emergency room. She dug into her pocket and pulled out a crisp dollar bill and examined a vending machine that was filled with a variety of ice cold beverages.
The Briton saw this as an opportunity to find out how the American was doing. "E-excuse me miss." He asked politely; "do you happen to know anything about a friend of mine named Alfred F. Jones? He came here several hours ago and I'm very worried about him."
The woman stared at the Briton and then back at the machine. She sighed and then placed the dollar into her pocket to look through papers on her clip board; "Let's see… oh, Mr. Jones had a heart attack but he seems to be doing okay now. He was moved to a room in the main building to get some time to rest but he will be going to take several tests and cat scans soon. I wouldn't advise you to go there now so just go home, relax and go visit him tomorrow."
The Briton breathed a sigh of relief; "thanks a lot." He said as he smiled politely.
The doctor returned a smile and then went back to looking at the drinks in the machine.
Before leaving, the Briton shot a nasty glare at the rude security guard who was just about to fall asleep but looked at the clock and noticed that his shift was over so he stood up and left as a cheerful younger man took his place at the security desk.