Chapter 4: Changeless Hero

The next morning was quiet. England slowly woke up and moved around a bit. He slide his hand across the bed and stopped when he noticed America wasn't there. He opened his eyes and looked around a bit. Figures, he first thought. He sat up in his bed with the thought that America had ditched him, like he did once before for a joke. He signed and rubbed his eyes when the door flew open.

"Oh! Your awake!" America walked in with a muffin in his mouth. His loud and obnoxious voice wasn't a pleasant thing to hear when you first got up but it gave England a sense of relief knowing that he was still there.

"Where did you get the muffin?" England asked. America held up a paper bag.

"I went out and brought breakfast since you were still sleeping and nothing in your kitchen looked good." America said. Well thank you, England sarcastically thought. America reached into the bag and took out a muffin. He tossed it to England who just managed to catch it.

"What money did you used to get this exactly?" England asked. America froze.

"W-Well…..I'll pay you back? Heh heh?" America shrugged. England signed.

"You better pay me back." He said. He didn't want to argue, it was too early and he didn't even have his tea yet. He simply took a bite of his muffin as America ate his.

"Hey England. Are English muffins from England?" America asked. England rolled his eyes a bit and ignored the question. America jumped onto the bed, startling England, and kept eating. "You sleep well?"

"I guess so." England yawned. "I saw that you had trouble sleeping huh?"

"W-What do you mean by that?" America stuttered. England got a devilish smile.

"Were you so afraid that you had to grab onto my arm?" He said. America felt his face flush and he quickly turned away.

"I-I didn't mean to! I was sleeping! It doesn't count!"

"Why are you defending it so much?" England asked. America froze.

"I-I'm not."

"You are."

"Meh!"

"'Meh'?"

America stormed out. "Yes! Meh!" England sat there for a minute. That didn't turn out so well. It wasn't even ten o'clock and they had already set up bad odds for the day. England finished his little breakfast before getting up for the day. He felt a little dizzy standing up but most of his other symptoms were gone. He took a hot shower, which relaxed his aching muscles, and got dressed in a sweater and pants. He then went downstairs to make some tea. He walked into the kitchen, noticing America was absent, and made his tea. He drank it slowly to wake himself up fully. He didn't hear anything up stairs meaning the American wasn't up there either.

He must of got all mad and left? Good riddance, England thought drinking more. "What are you doing?" America stood at the entrance of the kitchen. Guess he didn't leave after all, England signed.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He said. "I'm drinking my tea. Is that a problem?"

"You should be in bed!"

"I'm fine." England finished and put the cup in the sink. "I'm not as sick as I was yesterday."

"Don't push it. You may be feeling better today and then go right back down again." America said.

"I'll take a easy today alright? I have to get some work done."

"Just please don't push yourself." America said. He's actually concerned?

"Y-Yeah. I won't." With that, England left to get some work done. America stood there for a minute not really knowing what to do now. He moaned, cleaned up the kitchen a bit, and moaned again. He was bored. He was hoping to spend some time with England and keep himself entertained but the Brit had to go do work, and America was all alone. So what better way to cure boredom then video games?

America quickly went into his room and into his bag. He dug through as he found his DS. Once he found it, he gave a little cheer and jumped on the bed to get comfortable. He laid back and turned on his DS. Zombie Death Attack 3, his favorite game, and the game he always beat Canada at. Minutes soon turned to hours as America started to realize it was so dark he needed a light. He turned on the light and closed his DS, then looked at the time. 7:49. Damn, it was late. America jumped up off the bed and decided to make dinner.

Nothing he liked would be eatable to England, the Brit believed all of America's food was disgusting. So, what would be good? He looked around the kitchen for anything he could just pop in the oven. Nothing. Boo. "You never have anything Iggy," He said to himself and kept looking around. England's cat popped out of no where and meowed at America. America smiled and picked up the cat. "Does England's pussy cat want to help me find food?"

The cat wasn't amused and simply meowed back. America took that as a "Okay" and put the cat on the counter. "Okay kitty. Help me out here! What does your owner like for dinner?" America said like the cat would answer. The cat sat there and then started walking along the counter. He jumped up to the top of the fridge, which amazed America because his cat couldn't do that, and scratched at one of the cabinets.

America reached up, he wondered how someone as short as England could reach up there, and opened the cabinet. There were some cans and packets of food. "Which one?" He asked the cat. The cat jumped on his head and scratched at packet. America gabbed onto it and the cat jumped back on the top of the fridge and scratched at it. America looked at the package, macaroni, and then moved over to the fridge. He opened it up and looked around. "What?" The cat meowed and pointed at a small cardboard container. Think about it, and America noticed which one it was. Cheese. "Oh! I get it! Macaroni and cheese." America laughed and thanked the kitty, who ignored the American and walked away. America made the meal, occasionally dipping in the fork and eating some of the cheese, and brought it up to England.

He first knocked on the door of his study but after hearing no answer, he peeked it. "England?" He opened the door and looked in more. England was at his desk with his head resting on it. America opened in and walked in. "England?" He said again as he walked over to him. The pen was still in his hand but he was out cold, sleeping like a baby. America smiled a bit at England and put his hand on the Brit's shoulder. "England. Wake up." He said softly. England's eyes twitched a bit and he took a deep breath.

"Hm," He moaned. Slowly he woke up and sat up in his chair. "What?" He mumbled.

"You fell asleep at your desk huh?" America smirked. England rubbed his eyes a bit.

"I guess I did." He said and sniffed the air a bit. "What's that smell?"

"I made dinner~" America smiled and put the dinner on his desk. "Mac and cheese~" England first looked at it like it was a radioactive experiment but then decided to try it. America went back to the kitchen, grabbed a bowl of dinner, and went back to England's study. He pulled up a chair to the desk and ate with England. "Do you like it?"

"It's not bad," He said eating a bit more. "For an American." America smirked and continued eating.

"Are you feeling better?"

"I have a bit of a headache but yes I'm feeling much better."

"Good," America mumbled with the word as he chewed his food. Suddenly something came across England's mind.

"America." He said putting his plate down. "Why is it I'm sick and you're the one with the horrible economy? Shouldn't you be sick?" America froze a bit.

"Um, Well, I have, um, my boss helped me-"

"How?"

"Um he gave me these patches,"

"Patches?"

"Y-Yea. They keep my symptoms down." America said.

"So you are sick?" England suddenly felt worried about America now.

"A bit, but it's taken care of." America said wondering his eyes away from England. "I should of gave you one or two."

"Hm? Oh. No that's alright." England said.

"You sure?"

"Yeah don't worry about that. J-Just, you know, you should rest too." England said. America sat back in his chair.

"Yeah yeah I know, I am." America yawned. "But these patches do help. They just make me a bit sleepy."

"That's a good thing." England smiled.

"What's that suppose to meannnn?" America whined.

"Your always full of way too much energy." He said.

America pouted. "Na ahhhhh," he said and then yawned. "Iggy. Me sleepy."

"Then go to bed."

"Not without you."

England blushed, "W-What?" America quickly got up to leave.

"I-I mean, you go to bed first sicky." He said. "Go on. You've been in here all day." England got up off his chair mumbling a "fine" and left. America soon followed behind and made sure England was going right to his room and to bed. America went to his room, changed into his comfortable Pjs, and went back to peek on England.

The door was ajar and he peeked in. He quickly jumped back when he realized England was getting undressed. Hopefully, England didn't notice. America's face was bright red after that and he quickly hurried to his room like he didn't see anything.

That night England was restless, he didn't want to sleep but he did. He ended up getting up that night and walking around. He peeked into America's room and saw him sleeping. He walked in a bit and stood over America. His arms were wrapped around a pillow, he was curled up, and for once, not snoring. England smiled at him, remembering how he used to look when he was a child. When he slept, he always looked the same as that cute little American he used to know. England brushed two fingers against America's cheek. America twitched a bit but still slept like a child.

England couldn't help but think how much America hadn't changed, he was still that blonde and bright blue eyed boy with a heroish personality. He still curled up when he slept, he still got embarrassed over simple things, and he, of course, acted like the Hero. He was still that boy England had raised, fought against, loved, and cared for, even if he didn't admit it.

America turned a bit in his bed and became more peaceful. He smiled, England noticed. He smiled softly like he was happily dreaming, maybe about hamburgers?, that was the first thing that came to England's mind. But that smile. That bloody smile never changed. He never changed, and that was what England loved the most about Alfred.

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So sorry if this wasn't the best, I kinda ran out of ideas but I got more for the next chapter! ; )