Chapter 3: Cute

England woke up the next morning not much better. His eyes felt heavy, his throat was scratchy and burning, his head was aching, his entire body was aching. He lifted himself up in hid bed and looked around; no sign of the American. He signed, it must of just been a dream again, he thought. As weird as it would sound, he had dreams of America coming over, taking care of him, and even apologizing. Each time though, the nightmare would start and America would end up joking around and go back to his cruel self making fun of Brit and reminding him of painful things like the revolution.

He got himself up and out of bed and dragged himself downstairs. He walked past the living room opening toward the kitchen, but he thought he saw something out of place so he backed up and looked in. America laid flat on his back, one arm over his eyes, another laying across his stomach but slightly falling off. One leg was already falling off while the other reached out over the end of the couch. His mouth was open, he was drooling, and his glasses were sitting on the table next to him.

England rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't just seeing things again. But nope, it was America in the flesh sleeping on his couch. He ignored it at first, walked into the kitchen and made some tea, he needed his morning tea after he skipped it yesterday. After drinking it, he went back to the living room. He used up twenty minutes and came back only to find America in the same position, just a bit of snoring now.

England picked a pillow off the couch opposite the one he was sleeping on. He then stood and peeked over America's head. He plopped the pillow on him "Wake up you." America snorted and moved the pillow from his face.

"Morning Igggyyyy," he yawned. "Bro you slept pretty well but you look like shit."

Well that was a bit offending, "Gee thanks Git."

"No problem," he winked and sat up. "Your couch is so not comfortable."

"You know I do have a guest bedroom."

"I was afraid if I used it, you would yell at me." America pouted. England signed.

"Next time you're here you can use it."

"Guess I'll be using it for a while." America smiled. England was starting to leave until he heard that, he stopped.

"What do you mean by that?"

America stretched out "Well your still sick so I'm staying to take care of you til your better, duh."

"Oh no your not. Get out."

America jumped up off the couch "I ain't leaving."

"Its 'I am not' not 'I ain't' you Git." England corrected him. America wined.

"Don't correct meeeee."

"Whatever. You can leave now."

"No." America smiled.

"Yea America."

"No England." He tried not to laugh, he knew if he kept this going like this, England would give up.

And he did. England signed and walked away, "Fine. Stay." After England left, America did a little "yessss" and gave a fist pump. Then he followed the Brit.

"So. What's for breakfast?" America said coming up behind England. England took out a box of cereal and placed it on the counter for him.

"There's your breakfast."

America pouted. "It looks all old and degusting." He looked around the box "Its not like Captain Crunch or Coco Puffs, where's the sugar!"

"I don't eat sugary cereal." England started to get ingredients and bowls to make himself something, "If you don't like it, don't eat it."

America dropped the box "No fair, you have nothing else?"

"No. Sorry I don't have hamburgers for breakfast."

"….How did you know I was gonna ask that!" America said all shocked. England slapped the palm of his hand to his face. "Whatever. What are you having for breakfast?"

England shot America a look. "I'm not telling you. I know your going to make a bloody comment about my cooking."

"Which is more deadly than nukes by the way," America laughed at his own joke, England got annoyed by it. He crossed his arms and waited for the moron to stop laughing. Finally America got the hint and fake coughed the rest of his laugh off. "C-cant you make me something or get new eatable foods."

"Oh shut it." England continued making his own breakfast and America dug through the kitchen. Nothing, nothing, and nothing. He whined more as he kept looking through the fridge and cabinets. England finished making his breakfast, toast, scrambled eggs, sausage and bacon (which he didn't have often but he was hungry). America stared at the Brit as he enjoyed his own breakfast, which to him was perfect. America sat down with him and gave England a dirty look of "why do I have to starve?"

England signed. He grabbed another plate and pushed some food onto it, then pushed it over to America. America looked at it for a moment. England's food was disgusting, poisonous, but he used to love it when he was little…. Couldn't be much of a difference now could it? He digged in and shoved the food in his mouth like he hadn't eaten in days, he actually hadn't eaten since last night but that was like days for him.

England stared at him completely stunned at how the American can eat like that, so sloppy basically. America looked up at England. "What?" food fell out of his mouth. England sat back in his chair and continued giving a look to him. "Whaaatttt," America whined.

"You are so rude." He said. America swallowed his food, which by the way, was actually really good to him, and moaned.

"Your mean to me." He said. England signed and grabbed the dishes away and into the sink. "So whatcha doing today?"

"I'm going back to bed." England said making a cup of tea. "I still feel sick."

"Which is why I should stay," America reminded him. "Come on, you can rest in bed and I can take care of you." England rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his tea.

"Fine. Stay. Do what you want, just don't get me angry."

America gave a little salute "Aye Aye Captain!" He laughed. England flinched at that, reminding him of his pirate days, and continued drinking his tea.

After breakfast, England dragged himself back up to bed as America cleaned up the kitchen. After he finished, he went up to check on England. The Brit was on his side, under the covers with the TV on. The volume was low, England was quiet, America silently peeked at England. His eyes were closed, his hair was messy, more than usual, and he was breathing slowly. He must be asleep, America thought. He peeked over more, he was definitely asleep.

He looks kinda cute when he sleeps, America thought, it was the only time he didn't get angry or yell. He smiled and brushed the back of his hand against England's cheek. England felt cold and his eyes twitched a bit at the touch. He moved a bit and reached for America.

America felt his cheeks blush and he jumped back, just a touch from England made him blush? He stood away from the sleeping Brit and scratched the back of his head. He decided to let England get his needed sleep and looked around the house for the guest room. His house was huge, America actually got lost. But, he managed to find the guest room, turns out it was down the hall from England's. He didn't expect to get lost in England's house, after all it was only a two story house, but he did and he got all mad about it and mumbled about it. He went back down to get his luggage he had, it was only a suitcase and a knap sack, and brought it back up to the guest room.

It was all neat and clean, what you would expect from England. America dropped his bags by the bed and plopped on, it was soft too, much better than that couch. I'm looking forward to sleeping here, he thought looking around. It was a mediumish room, the walls were plain as well as the carpet, the complete opposite of America's guest room. There was a TV though, which made him happy because he figured England would only have one or two in the entire house, seeing how he is terrible with new technology (and yes, he considered TVs "new technology").

America started to unpack his stuff, knowing he would be there for a while whether England let him stay or not. Suddenly, he heard meowing. He turned toward the door and saw England's cat sitting there with his tail moving back and forth across the floor. "Oh! England's pussy!" America laughed and walked over to the cat. "Hi kittyyyy." He went to pet the cat until it hissed harshly at him. He quickly took his hand back and stared at the cat, who also stared back with hatred. "You really are England's cat, your just like him." America mumbled and the cat gave another hiss and walked away. America shrugged and went back to unpacking his stuff. And now that England was sleeping and he was bored, it was time to explore.

America ventured out into the hallways of the Brit's house. Most were studies, an office, a meeting room when his boss came over, and another guest room, along with some others. But there was one room he wondered about. It was two doors down from England's bedroom and it was the only one that was locked. He had looked through the keyhole but it was too dark to see anything. He tried to open it but it wouldn't budge, he even tried using a pin to try to pick the lock, but that failed as well. America's curiously wouldn't end, he would find out what was in that room before he left, he swore. But for now, nothing could be done so he ventured around more. He finally found England's attic, the storage room, and actually feared what was in there…. There is like thousands of years of stuff in there, he didn't even want to know.

He checked back on England who was still sleeping like a baby. America went over close to him and put the back of his hand to England's forehead. He felt warm, his fever was high again. He noticed England's breathing was rapid too, he wasn't doing so well. America got a wet cloth and placed it on the Brit's forehead to cool him down. He then pulled one of the blankets off the Brit, knowing that wasn't helping. After that, America left to entertain himself with some video games he had brought over until England was awake.

An hour or two later, he checked on England again to find him waking up from his sleep and stretching out. America smiled and went into the room. "Hey how you feeling?"

England looked at him, the Brit looked sick. "Not so good actually." He had circles under his eyes, even after he slept, his hair was messy and a bit wet, probably from sweating from the fever, and his face was pale. America thought England looked like a dying patient in a hospital, but he wouldn't say that.

"Your fever is high again, or was high. I haven't checked it in a while." America said. England rubbed his eyes, clearly still tired and not ready to be awake. "You hungry?"

"A bit."

"I'll make you some lunch if you want."

"No way in bloody hell," England said. "Your going to end up making hamburgers or something."

"Oh come on, I wish I could but you don't have the stuff to make a good burger." America joked. "I'll make you some soup? From a can? Is that okay with you?"

England hesitated, thinking America could screw it up somehow but he felt too weak to get up and make himself anything so, "Fine."

"Fine whatttt?" America smirked. England didn't get it and didn't answer. "Dude. The magic word? It starts with a P?"

"Please?"

"Good boy!" America laughed, which was not so humorous to England so America left before he could say anything. He got a can of soup, dumped it in a pot, and started cooking. After it was done, he brought it up to England, along with a movie. He handed the soup to England and sat on the edge of the bed. As England started eating his soup, he noticed the movie.

"What is that?" He asked and then took a sip of the soup broth.

"It's a movie, a horror movie but it's not like super scary or anything and there's no gore at all."

"And why is it here?"

"I thought maybe we could watch it? Since your stuck in bed, I figured we could spend some time together and watch a movie." America smirked and then mumbled. "Also so it can scare the crap out of you."

England didn't want to fight, and he was bored sitting in bed with nothing but the news on. So, agreed. "Fine." America jumped up the second he heard the agreement and put the movie in. He then jumped into the bed with England and got under the covers. England stared at him. "What are you doing?"

"I wanna be comfortable." America said snuggling into the blanket. England finished his soup and placed the bowl on the nightstand. He got comfortable on his side as America moved a little closer to England without the Brit noticing. But, when he was expecting England to get scared, America ended up almost wetting himself.

"THAT'S FRIGGEN SCAREY AS HELL! IGGY! DID YOU SEE THAT!" America was almost crying.

England wasn't amused, "Yes I saw."

"IGGY!" he grabbed onto the Brit's arm and freaked out more, rambling about how the ghosts were scary and how he thought it was going to come out of the TV and pull him into the TV's demon world with the bloody ghost girl….Really?

England started talking and telling America there were no ghost, it was just a movie, and the last, he would protect America. America finally managed to calm down a half hour after the movie had ended. "I-Iggy."

That movie was long and it was actually pretty late, England was getting tired again. "What?"

"C-Can I sleep here tonight?" America was still shaking from the horror. England didn't want to argue or anything so he gave the American a nod and turned off the night.

"Fine but I'm going to bed now." He laid down and closed his eyes. America didn't move or say anything, it was pitch black and now he was afraid.

"C-Can you leave a light on?"

"The lights are too bright."

"T-the TV?"

England signed and grabbed the remote. He turned it on and put it on mute. The news again by the way.

America gave a sign of relief and laid down. "Thank you." England moaned at the American's thanks and ignored him. Sooner or later, they were both asleep.

England ended up waking up in the middle of the night, his cough was back and he needed to let it out. After a big fuss of it, he looked over at America only to find him actually holding onto England's arm and he didn't even notice until now. He left his bloody glasses on, England noticed. He carefully took America's glasses off and put them on the nightstand. He looked back once more. He smiled. America, when he was sleeping, was kinda cute.

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Thank you~

Alright so im working on it more~ and I know this one wasn't like the best but im trying so mehhh. So I don't own the characters, nor the anime they come from. I don't own the cereal brands that America said as well!

So about England's…. "P" (Kitty). Im sorry, that had to be put in there. My friend asked for it and well, it was kinda funny? And please remember this is rated M so expect that, though I don't usually use stuff like that.

As for the "England looks look when he's sleeping" and the "America looks cute when he's sleeping" is a connection if you didn't notice. ; D

Also, the room that is locked is gonna be a big thing later, hint hint, take a guess whats in it? (No its not Tonny)