Chapter 7
America awoke to the smell of food. Well, sort of. Whatever he smelled smelled edible. Well he must have been imagining it. There certainly wasn't anything there yesterday, and he hadn't had the chance to get something with England- wait England? America snapped to full awareness when he remembered that England was in his house!
"Ah, seems you're finally awake," England, or so America assumed, said. "You've practically been comatose for the past 12 hours." 12 hours…
"I'm gonna be late!" America got up quickly. Unfortunately, he got up so quickly that a sickening CRUNCH was heard. It sounded like glass shattered. America immediately whipped up his now broken glasses. He had broken Texas! With that horrible thought in mind, America sat back down, ready for a lecture of some sort for not picking up the broken glass or some other silly thing from England.
"Well that's misfortunate," England commented. He felt so stupid for putting America's glasses there. "I guess we'll have to get you another pair." At America's firm shake no, England decided to revise. "We have to replace the glass, at least." Truth be told, England was devising a scheme to temporarily replace the twisted pair with a straight set of glasses. Of course, that would only be until he managed to fix the mutilated frame. It looked like America had trampled it many times before.
"Fine, but I'm gonna hang on to these, just so that there is no chance of me losing them," America said, surprising England. Another idea popped into his mind.
"Well alright, but you do know that I'm more responsible, right?" America rolled his eyes. "Anyways, I cooked, so go wash your hands." As he got up, America had a light bulb moment.
"That's right! I totally forgot I had some extra glass in the cabinet!" America exclaimed with a light chuckle. "I'll be right back!" He quickly rushed into the bathroom. As he took off his gloves to replace the glass, he realized something. If he went back without gloves, England was sure to see the several scars imprinted on his wrists. Most of them were old, about the Great Depression, but there were some new ones from more recent times. America reached for where he put the gauze, but empty air met his hands. Confused, he stepped backwards. Right into England.
"Hmm. I see you've noticed I've gotten rid of that dreaded old gauze. It was probably dirty enough to give whoever wore it an infection, but you probably didn't know that," England said. He looked the taller nation in the eye. Or tried to, anyway. The younger nation seemed to be very interested in the floor as he stepped backwards to the sink, where his glasses and gloves were. America fumbled with his gloves for a minute before putting his much-needed glasses back on. With that task done, America looked England in the eye, but despite his air of confidence, his voice wavered as he spoke.
"I already knew." America's stomach gave a growl and he clenched it. "Can we eat now?" he asked pathetically. He walked past the Brit without waiting for a response, and England followed suit. Although whatever England cooked turned out nasty, America's empty stomach more than welcomed its first meal in… how long? Maybe America was starving himself. "I'm going to the library, wanna come?" he asked the island nation, who was reading a book on the couch.
"No," the Brit bluntly said. He was enjoying his book to much to want to go outside.
"Oh… well 'bye!" America called as he stepped outside. England chuckled to himself, he had some investigating to do.
Done, finally! I had such a different idea for this chapter than what I wrote. This was originally going to be all about 'Texas. At least it got to have some importance. Masaki, Califonia is America's left arm, because California is on the west coast, and west on a compus rose is on the left. It took some serious thinking, so be grateful! See you soon!