A/N: I love all of you so much~ Thank you, everyone

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America didn't know what to do when it came to dinner. It was around 6pm right now, and America still hasn't started making any food. He can't come up with anything for him and England to eat. He knows he'll have to make something small for England, or else England would most likely throw up again. But the problem is that he doesn't know of any particular foods that England would like to have a little of, except for scones, of course. Although, he doesn't have any scones, so that kind of food is out of the question.

America decides to go ahead and have his own dinner first, and then feed England later. He's really hungry right now, and he doesn't want to wait any longer.

After eating his meal, which just consisted of a hamburger and an apple, he heads over to where the guest room. He lightly knocks on the door. After not getting any response from England, he proceeds to slowly open the door.

He sees England curled up on the comforter of the bed. He wasn't going to lie: England looked really cute while sleeping. America walls closer to the bed and softly strokes England's face, making sure he's careful not to wake England up.

When sleeping, England looked so peaceful, as if there was nothing wrong with his life. Maybe it was only in his dreams that he truly felt happy now. America hopes that's not the case, though. He wants England to be happy all the time.

Seeing England like this makes a smile appear on America's face. America leans down at kisses England on the cheek before quickly pulling away, blushing slightly.

I can't believe I just did that.

America leaves the room, softly closing the door behind him.

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England didn't wake up until about an hour and a half later. At first, when he woke up, he was confused as to where he was, but then remembered how he was staying with America.

He gets off of the bed and goes over to the door. He exits the room and walks down the hallway.

He goes into the living room, where he finds America playing video games. England doesn't understand why America loves video games so much. To him, they're just a waste of time.

It takes a few minutes for America to notice that England's there in the room with him. England gives a small nod when America looks at him in surprise.

"Oh, hey, dude! Um... would you like anything to eat for dinner?"

One side of England wanted to say no, but another part wanted to say yes. He knows he'll probably just end up throwing everything back up again, but he might as well not make the American worry even more.

He's finally admitted to himself that the American does care about him, and isn't just faking it like he thought he was at first. The things the American does and the expressions the American makes proves it.

Maybe he isn't a traitor, after all.

England, much to the obvious surprise of America, nods his head again. Yes, he'd like some food. He might as well eat again, even though it'll most likely taste bad, since, recently, it seems like all food does.

The thing he's worried about is that he'll puke again. Of course, he doesn't think it's wrong to do that, but he doesn't want to see America looking so sad anymore. He wishes he could understand why forcing yourself to vomit was such a bad thing. But, if it means not having to see America upset again, then he'll try not to puke.

I guess it's fine if I show my weak sides to him.

Even though not throwing up will make him feel weak again, he'll try his best to please the American.

He sees America crack a small smile at his response.

"What would you like?"

Yes, this is how it should be. America's usually a happy-go-lucky person, and of should stay like that. It shouldn't be the opposite. It just didn't look right when America was frowning. It doesn't fit his character. He's not the only one who thinks that. Everyone else would agree with him.

England thinks for a moment. He knows he needs to have something small. Having something too big will definitely upset his stomach, and that's not what he wants to happen. Maybe he should stick to a small fruit for now.

"Can I have... a banana?"

America smiles even more and pauses his game so he can get up and get England the fruit. England can't help but like America's smile.

Wait, why am I thinking something like that?

America came back, holding a banana in his hands. He gives it to England, who accepts it and immediately starts opening it.

England begins eating small bites of it. Surprisingly, it didn't taste that bad. It was actually pretty fulfilling. Soon, he has eaten the whole thing. America was still standing there, and had a shocked expression on his face. Obviously, he wasn't expecting England to eat it all, although he's glad England did, since it means that slight improvement is being made, which is what he wanted in the first place.

"Hey, do you feel sick at all?" America asks.

England nods a little. "Yeah, just a bit."

America has England sit down on the couch and holds one of his hands in a comforting manner. At first, England wondered whether or not he should let America hold his hand, but he decided to let the American do it, anyway. There's no harm in it, after all. Also, England actually liked the feeling. It made him feel... cared about.

America stayed by England's side the whole time, rubbing soothing circles on England back with his other hand, trying to keep him calmed down, so he wouldn't puke.

It worked. England didn't vomit at all that night.