AN: This chapter is longer than the usual ones I write again since it'd been so long since I posted one, I hope y'all like it! Please review if you have anything to say, I'd really appreciate it.

Enjoy!

Later that night, when both America and Japan went to sleep, Japan had a nightmare. He dreamt that he and the rest of the UN were at a meeting and he was sitting across from America. He looked at America and it looked as if he relapsed and was in a worse condition than he was when he went over. He looked dazed at the fact that someone was talking about something (although he's usually not paying attention out of his own will, this time he looked like he was struggling to even stay awake). In the middle of someone talking he got up and excused himself to go get some fresh air, and while he was walking he was stumbling outside as if he was drunk. It'd been maybe 10 to 15 minutes when everyone started to get worried. Japan offered to go outside of the room to see what was taking him so long, and he went out of the room. He walked down the hall and saw that America had collapsed on the floor and it looked like he wasn't breathing. They called an ambulance and he went to the hospital. The doctors said that because of lack of nutrience he'd slipped into a coma, and they didn't know if he'd wake up or even survive. It then flashed forward to a couple days later where America's body gave up on him and he died. When Japan heard the sound of America's heart going out in the hospital in his dream, he sprung up with a cold sweat from his bed in the middle of the night. He calmed down and was relieved to see that it was a dream. He looked at the clock to see it was 2:37AM, and he'd only been asleep for a couple hours. Japan lied in his bed for half an hour until he fell back asleep.

The next morning when Japan went downstairs to make some tea, he was still thinking about the dream he had earlier. It felt so real and he was disturbed by it. Then he really started to think about what if America relapsed after he left. He knows he can't stay here forever, and America could just surrender to the disorder again just like he did when England and France left. What if it got that severe? No, he couldn't think that way, he had to stay positive.

"Morning Kiku!"

Japan was startled from America's loud voice penetrating his train of thought and spilled some of the hot tea on the counter.

"Good morning Alfred," Japan replied as he cleaned the counter with a paper towel.

"You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I just had a bad dream, that's all."

"What was it about?"

"It's nothing."

"Come on, tell me!"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Pleeeeeeease? Pretty please with…uh, Pocky on top?"

Japan sighed, "I dreamt that a close friend of mine suddenly died."

"Oh. Sorry bro…at least it was just a dream!"

"Yes, at least it was just a dream, I don't think I'd know how to react if it really happened, I really care about them."

"Just wondering…who was this friend you dreamt about?"

"Oh, you know them," Japan said sipping his tea while walking out of the kitchen.

America followed him, curious of who Japan dreamed about, "Okay, but who is it?"

Japan sat down on a chair and sipped his tea calmly and then said, "It was you."

America was kind of shocked by Japan's answer. He dreamed that he…died.

"O-oh…" America said awkwardly. How in the world was he supposed to respond to a friend of his saying he dreamed about him dying? Then he realized that Japan said that he really cared about him. For some reason that made America slightly blush (and secretly a little happier inside). Japan too started to blush and looked away from America seeing that he admitted that he cared for America very much. I mean he thought it was kind of implied in their friendship, but saying out loud felt uneasy.

"Like you said Alfred, at least it was a dream," Japan said breaking the silence.

"Hehe, y-yeah," America said as he scratched the back of his head and felt nervous. What was suddenly wrong with him?

To stop the awkward silence Japan spoke up, "It's almost 10, I should prepare breakfast," he finished his tea and walked faster than usual to the kitchen. After making breakfast Japan and America sat at the table and ate quietly. America would stop eating his food and look up at Japan, with Japan noticing and looking back to which they both quickly looked back at their food. America—blinded to the fact that he actually finished his meal without any commentary—stood up and said, "I finished," and walked out of the dining room area. Japan astonished (to actually noticing that America finished before he did) quickly finished his food and took the dishes to the sink.

Why did he rush out of the room so quickly? Japan thought as he washed dishes.

Meanwhile America was sitting on the couch wondering what just happened. Why did he just rush out of the room so quickly? Then he realized that he actually finished a meal, to which his stomach started to hurt. Then he thought of something else—how much does he weigh now? He remembered that he found his scale a while ago, and now it felt like it was his life goal to weigh himself at this very moment. He got up and went to his scale and weighed himself. Ever since he weighed himself he gained another 4 pounds. That's 11 pounds total. He couldn't help but just keep staring at the number that appeared on the scale and start to panic. His mind was going back to where he first started with his disorder, to when anything edible he thought would make him gain weight, to where he wanted to just go workout for 3 hours, to where—

"Alfred!" Japan interrupted America's thought process.

Then America realized that a tear was running down his cheek, and that he was crying from the fact that he gained weight. He felt like such a girl. When Japan looked at what America was standing on he realized why America looked so distraught.

"Why are you weighing yourself?" Japan asked.

"I—I just wanted to know," America said trying to hold back his tear and wiping his face.

"That's not for someone in your condition to do," Japan said walking towards him, "I thought England hid this so you wouldn't find it."

"I found it a couple days before you came."

"Get off the scale," Japan demanded. America got off the scale and Japan took and scale and walked off. Curious on what Japan was going to do with it, America followed him. Seeing that Japan wasn't telling him to stop following him, he crossed out the option that he was going to hide it. Japan walked into his room and put the scale on the floor, then went to the side of his bed and took out his katana. America finally put the pieces together right before Japan struck the scale.

"WAIT!" America exclaimed.

Japan stopped a centimeter away from striking the scale in the area where you can see the number, "This is for your own good."

"But—"

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't destroy the scale."

America was silent.

"The only reason you don't want to get rid of the scale is so you can keep constantly weighing yourself and continue to be self conscious about your weight in an extremely unhealthy manner."

"That's not true!"

Japan raised his katana and put it by his side and looked America straight in the eye, "Then why shouldn't I get rid of it?"

"Uh…w-well…I don't know…," America said. He became uncomfortable when Japan got that look in his eye and looked away sheepishly. He didn't even really know why he didn't want to get rid of the scale, it was probably subconsciously the reason that Japan just said.

"Okay then, that's settles it," Japan picked up the scale and threw it and sliced it in mid air diagonally. In America's point of view this all happened in slow motion. Japan was about to bend down to pick up the pieces when America offered to pick them up instead. They both bent down to pick up the pieces and picked up some equally until there was one piece left. They both went for it and they accidently touched hands. Right at contact they flinched, apologized, and looked at each other. America quickly picked up the pieces and ran down downstairs to throw the pieces away.

"What the hell is wrong with me today?" America said out loud and rubbing his forehead with his hand.

Japan calmly walked down the stairs and threw the pieces he had in his hands into the trashcan.

America turned and went to the living room and turned on the TV to the news. There was a news story about a state legalizing gay marriage in the next couple months and news castors discussing it. America personally never liked brining up subjects like gay marriage, with his people literally split 50/50 on the decision; he was always stuck in the neutral part of not knowing how he felt about it. I mean he'd been trying to become more tolerant of homosexuals lately (like he did in the late 20th century trying to become less racist) and so far it'd been slowly progressing. Then he noticed that Japan was watching the TV as well, and a question popped into his head.

"Hey Kiku?"

"Yes?"

"What do you think about homosexuals?"

"…what do you mean?"

"Like do you like them or hate them and stuff."

"Oh, well I don't really care of someone's sexuality and most of my people don't either, but gay marriage itself isn't legalized."

"Oh."

"It seems to be a big topic in your country lately."

"Yeah, northern states are starting to slowly legalize it while there are still big debates on it all over the place."

"Hm. What do you think about it?"

"Uh, well I'm neutral on the subject because of my people."

"No, I mean what does Alfred think about it, not America."

America never really thought of it that way. I mean even though he was a nation he was also still a human being at the same time, and typically all nations felt that there were two side to them, the human and nation side living together in one body. He never really looked it what he guessed his human side thought about it. Since he himself lives in Washington DC and it is legalized there, he guessed he was okay with it and all. But there was always that side to him where he'd feel uncomfortable around gay guys, but that's just something almost every guy has (he also feels he developed the fear from being around France).

"I guess I'm okay with it, it's something I try not to think too hard about though," he said running his hands through his hair. He was getting confused and stressed just thinking on the subject. He started to flip through the channels to forget about the controversy, while he did that Japan decided to sit on the couch next to him. He kept flipping through the channels to which he felt there was nothing on TV and turned it off.

"I'm so bored!" America complained and then turned to Japan.

"Well if you don't mind Alfred, I'd like to catch up on some work," Japan said.

"Oh that's fine, I don't want you to be behind on your stuff cause of me."

"Thank you," Japan said and went to get his laptop, "you should probably do some of your work too, and it's piling up on your desk."

"I should…" America replied, but he didn't feel like doing work, so he went upstairs to write in his journal (anything to put off doing paper work).

So the only reason I'm writing in my journal right now is because I really don't want to do any paper work, so I have to figure out what to write about…

Well, this morning has gone from a usual morning to awkward. Kiku told me that he had a dream that I died! I'm assuming that I died because of my…thing, but that's scary. I don't wanna die; I'm still in my prime! Not to mention he said that he really cared about me, and I suddenly felt weird. Like not my stomach hurt weird, but like, weird weird (if that makes sense). I've been having a hard time looking at him, and I get nervous when he speaks to me. Then later he broke my scale! I mean, it doesn't really matter cause I've had that thing for years and could buy another one, but it felt like that was the only thing I could keep track of my weight. Now how will I know if I lost or gained weight? It really shouldn't be something I should be concerned about, but really I still wish I'd go back on my diet. It's hard fighting that urge, though I feel like I'm getting better. And then when we were done throwing the pieces away, I turned on the TV and they were talking about one of my states legalizing gay marriage. It's really something I prefer not to talk about, because then my liberal and conservative sides start to boil up and fight each other. Kiku's so chill about it though (then again, with his culture he's pretty much chill with a lot of things because it's so out there), I'm surprised he himself doesn't have it legalized. Hmm, now that I think about it, I've never really seen him in some type of relationship, is he gay? Straight? Bi? Or…anything really. I think he's straight…I should ask him later.