America lay sprawled over his couch, completely defeated. He wasn't ever going to get up…never again.
He didn't even get up for the doorbell that rang so many times, or when the door opened. Even when his brother was standing over him, telling him to get up now, he didn't move an inch. He just stared at the ceiling fan, watching the blades…
They seemed so slow these days…
"America! You have to get up! You haven't eaten in two days! I'm really starting to get scared!"
America closed his eyes. He didn't feel like talking…
"Please, America. At least come with me to get some hamburgers!" Canada cried.
"M'not in the mood…" America muttered, swatting with his arm before letting it fall back down to his side.
America was not in the mood for hamburgers…
The end is near.
France picked up his phone that had been so rudely interrupting his por- I mean educational program.
"Oui? Bonjour. Je m'appelle Français…" (Yes? Hello. My name is France.)
"Salut papa!" Canada said, frantic. (Hi dad!) "Listen, I'm starting to get really scared! America hasn't eaten for two days!"
"Mon dieu! Two days? You must be joking, non?"
"Non! Non Papa! Today I asked him if he wanted to get Hamburgers and he turned me down!"
"What? That's impossible!"
"Papa, we have to do something!"
France paused, thinking. "Calm down, ma petite, I think I have an idea…"
OoOoOoO
And so with much trouble, France rounded up a team and set to work. After two minutes of introducing Canada to the others, they split up into two teams.
"Okay" France said. "Team A is Canada and Prussia. You two get Alfred up and eating. Cheer him up. Team B, that's me and Spain, we'll swoop in after and talk him out of everything. Ready? Go!"
OoOoOoO
Canada and Prussia had tried everything. From forcibly stuffing McDonalds down America's throat to threatening to kill him.
Absolutely nothing worked.
The two Nations sat in defeat on the floor of America's living room, while the depressed nation himself drowned in his own self-pity.
But then, Prussia was hit with an epiphany. "Beer!" He cried, jumping to his feet.
"What?" Canada asked, lolling his head to look at the albino. "Beer! Let's get him drunk!"
Canada looked from Prussia, to his brother, and back again. "I don't know, Prussia, he's not even physically old enough…"
"He is in my country!"
"YOUR COUNTRY DOESN'T EXIST ANYMORE."
"Hey! No need to rub it in! Now you stay here, I'll go buy some beer…"
Thirty minutes later, Prussia came back, cursing and thoroughly pissed. "I can't believe this!" He yelled, slamming some six packs on the counter.
"What?" Canada asked, rushing over.
"There's absolutely NO good beer here! This country sucks! All I could find was bud light and blue moon!"
"Prussia, this is America. Not Germany."
Prussia sighed angrily, pulling out two beers and downing them as if it were nothing. "Disgusting…" He whispered, wiping his lips.
After Canada profusely apologized for the lack of 'good beer' in America, (as if it was his fault) he managed to get Prussia to hold America's mouth open.
Canada poured in three beers, getting no resistance from his brother.
And then they waited. After an hour, America was talking to them. Hour and a half, and another beer (or two…or three) he was happy to tell the two nations everything.
"What's got you so sad?" Canada asked.
"Oh, bro…" America moaned. "Where do I start? Well, first, I'm damn tired of all these wars." America paused to slouch against the couch. "And then frickin' England and his frickin' eyes…"
"What about his eyes?" Canada prodded.
"And his frickin' eyebrows and that damn face he makes when he's angry…and he won't freakin' talk to me! And it drove me insane! 'cause I was so damn tired of being lonely…and England… he…"
America clutched his brother's shoulders. "CAN'T LOVE ME!"
At that exact moment, France and Spain entered the house. They both looked at each other. The country of passion and the nation of love were experts on this. They immediately swooped into action, Spain got the tissues, and France sat beside America, patting his back. "America!" He said. "I'm sure the she will rethink this…"
France looked over at Canada, who was frozen on the ground. Prussia was laughing his ass off, swigging his beer.
"She?" America repeated.
"Ohonhon!~ Oh, is it he? I didn't know you rolled that way, America! If I did I surely would have-"
"France!" Spain cut him off, sitting on the other side of America. "Tell us about this guy, America."
"Well you guys know him!" America exclaimed, swaying to the side.
"We do?" France said, thinking. "Who is it?"
"England!" America yelled, as if it was completely obvious.
Prussia, who had just managed to control himself, burst out into renewed laughter. Canada just numbly felt for a beer and took a healthy gulp.
"That black sheep of York?" France said, leaning away from America as if he was contagious.
"Aw!" Spain said. "How cute!"
"He can't love me… he told me himself that he didn't love me…"
Spain and France shared a look with each other. "That." France said. "Is but a matter of time."
Hazah! Finally some new characters! I hope this was okay, I don't often write for the bad touch trio. But recently, I've become a little fangirl...
Anyways, some critique would be awesome! And any suggestions are appreciated too!
Sorry for any mistakes, I'm American!