Due to popular demand, here's the epilogue. Hope you guys enjoy!
England heard thumping coming from the stairwell. America's making his entrance. Dramatic as always.
"Morning England!" America exclaimed, stretching as he entered the kitchen. Arthur was standing at the stove, poking something in a pan.
"You sound better," Britain commented. It was true. The nation had made great progress over the past couple of weeks. He still wasn't in top shape, but England was confident that his brother would make a full recovery.
"What's for breakfast?" Alfred asked, somewhat hesitantly.
"Bacon…"
"Good."
"Eggs," England continued. Alfred tensed, waiting for the final menu item.
"Perfect."
"And scones," Britain finished. America groaned, disappointed.
"You were doing so well, England! Why did you ruin it?" America scoffed.
"It's not my fault that you have terrible taste!" said England in mock-anger.
Alfred laughed. "Well it's not my fault that you can't cook!"
When breakfast was ready, the two sat down at the dining table. America took a heaping plate of bacon and eggs (blatantly passing over the scones), while England took more modest portions.
"There's another World Meeting coming up in a couple weeks," America said. "I think I'm going to go. I've been feeling much better lately."
"I think you should. It's a good idea to get back into things. Matthew can't cover for you forever," England added. Canada had taken over for Alfred while he was sick, with the permission of their bosses, of course. Now that things were looking up, America could start taking back some of his responsibilities.
"Thanks England. You know, if you want to go back to your house now, I'd be OK with that," America said.
"Why? Have I been annoying you?" England joked.
"No, you haven't. I just know how it is - you can't stay away from your country for too long. You have business to take care of. I just wanted you to know that I'm not keeping you here against your will," America looked down at his plate.
"Are you sure you can manage by yourself?" Arthur asked. He knew he had to return home at some point, but truthfully, he wasn't ready to at this point. He didn't yet want to give up the closeness that he had dearly missed having with his brother.
It was evident that Alfred felt the same way. "I mean, if you want to stay another week or something… I'd be fine with that."
"It's settled then!" England exclaimed. Suddenly, America got up and pulled Britain into a tight hug.
"Thank you for being there for me."
"Think nothing of it. You're my brother, and I wouldn't leave you alone if you needed me."
A final thank you to my readers for being this amazing. I would never have thought that my first fanfiction here would be this successful (250+ visitors in two days O.O). Though this story is done, I still appreciate any criticism/comments that you can give!