It had been after America received his glasses that the three nations who were taking care of him decided that it would be safe to finally schedule a doctors appointment for him. They knew that it would take a bit for them to find the right doctors for the job, though. Along with a perfect location and time, so that the uncivil nation could, once again, be hidden from public view in order to make things easier for him and to avoid embarrassment. They didn't believe that finding the right people to give him a physical would take too long, though. Maybe at most, they would have to wait two weeks. That wouldn't at all be too long of a wait for them, though, as the young nation had yet to show any signs of major health issues.
They ended up having to only wait a week for the doctors appointment, and over that small stretch of time, America had begun to not be so depressed by Russia's presence. Sure, there were still times where he would give his caretaker looks full of hurt, but other than that, he seemed to have realized that there was no need for him to feel so upset around the other nation, despite the faint memories that sometimes haunted his mind. However, the progression in which the uncivil nation expressed more composed behavior around Russia didn't quite amount to that of his growing friendliness towards England and Canada. The young nation didn't understand why he was suddenly so drawn to those two nations, after he'd first worn his new pair of glasses. Throughout the entire time he was cared for with his damaged memory, those two hadn't done nearly as much for him as his caretaker had.
Fortunately, during their car ride to the doctors, America had been very well behaved. Unlike the last couple of times he'd been in the car, he hadn't attempted to try and remove his seat belt, despite that fact that he really loathed wearing it. He also didn't make a huge fuss about having to wear his shoes, or the fact that he felt uncomfortable in general. This allowed Russia to feel much more relaxed during the car ride, since he wasn't spending a lot of energy trying to wrestle a rebellious American. There was no doubting the fact that the young nation was becoming much stronger than when he'd just been saved by the scientists, and it was becoming even more of a hassle for the strongest of the three nations taking care of the dependent one of the four to try and keep him under control when he acted up (which fortunately, he rarely did).
When they did arrive to the doctor's office, however, America was beginning to show signs of feeling reluctant about being in their current location. They had a feeling that he wasn't going to enjoy this too much, and perhaps the sterile smell in the building was giving him unpleasant memories. There really wasn't much that the nations who were caring for him could do about this, though. Even if he wasn't showing any signs of health issues, they still had to make sure that nothing was still affecting him after what the scientists had done, or that the damaged economy wasn't causing him too much bodily harm. They just hoped that the young nation wouldn't end up being too traumatized after the physical.
Seeing the way that the doctors were dressed up didn't help America feel any better about the situation. Instead, the familiar white out fits that they wore ended up freaking him out all the more, as the moment he laid his eyes on one, he'd attempted to flee. Unfortunately for him, he'd immediately ended up being caught by Russia and had been forced to stay put in the doctors office. He'd struggled with all of his might to try and leave the larger nation's grip, and had ignored all of the words of reassurance that were muttered to him. He didn't care what these human were trying to communicate to him. There was no way he was going to return to those disgusting people who wore white suits!
Despite the fact that the doctors knew what to expect from their patient and hadn't shown any signs of annoyance or disapproval because of this, England was still willing to say, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I thought that he would be a little less afraid about going through all of this."
"It's fine," was all one of the doctors had said, as they waited patiently for the young nation to calm down and start being more cooperative. As much as they were tempted to tell Russia that holding him in one place was only going to stress him out more, they knew that with how he was acting at that moment (and considering the fact that the door of the office had just been closed) that it would probably be best if he wasn't allowed to run around. He could end up damaging equipment, or hurt himself on random objects that were lying around. Not to mention, with how feral he looked at that moment, he could end up hurting someone else with this frantic behavior. Besides, it wasn't as if the person who was holding America was a complete stranger to him. Nor did it seem as if that person was causing him any physical harm with the way he was holding him. Perhaps after a while of being held and not having any harm done to him, the frightened nation would eventually realize that he didn't need to feel so scared around the doctors.
Fortunately, it didn't seem as if the struggling nation was going to keep this rebellious behavior up forever, as he'd eventually stopped trying to leave Russia's grip. Though he was still trembling in fear, as he still believed that only the worst was going to come out of his time with the doctors, the one who had been holding him finally deemed it safe to let him be free of his arms. Seeing as the young nation was regaining some of his composure, the doctor who would be performing all of the procedures for the physical stated, "Alright, so we're going to need to check his height and weight. So I need one of you to remove his shoes and get him onto the scale."
With that being said, Russia sat America down onto one of the chairs that were in the room, and began to untie his shoes. As much as this action confused him, the young nation didn't really mind the fact that they were being removed. He still wasn't used to wearing them, so they made his feet uncomfortable. When he was stood up and lead to the scale, though, he didn't really enjoy how awkward it was to walk on the floor of the doctor's office with his socked feet. The floor was cold and slippery, and he felt as if he would fall over at every step towards the scale. It made him appreciate the fact that the floors at his house weren't similar to this most of the time. At least at home, there were many soft carpets, so if he did happen to fall over (or if he just wanted to lay on the floor, which the humans who were caring for him didn't like too much, for some reason whatever reason he couldn't quite fathom), it wouldn't hurt so much.
Upon being set on the scale, America had allowed Russia to position his body, so that he was standing as straight as he possibly could. He even managed to keep the decent posture for when his height had been measured, even though he was no longer being guided in doing so when his weight and how tall he was were in the process of being measured. When the doctor was finished fiddling with the scale, so that he could have an accurate measure of the young nation's weight, he muttered while he wrote down some notes on a clipboard, "Six feet, one-hundred and twenty-seven pounds."
When the doctor walked away, so that he could type some information onto the computer, Russia made sure to lead America off of the scale. While the doctor was in the process of recording some information on the computer, he stated, "He's dangerously underweight. Has he been eating three meals every day?"
"Yes, we've been making sure that he eats at least three meals every day," England answered the doctor's question, before adding, "sometimes, we even give him snacks and little treats. We've been trying to make him gain weight, and we know that there's nothing wrong with his appetite, since he's always so eager to eat. The reason why he's so thin is because someone starved him before we started taking care of him."
England knew that it would most definitely be necessary to tell him the fact that the young nation had been starved, despite the fact that such information would probably sound strange, or strike suspicion. He had a back up story planned for if he was interrogated about how America was being cared for, though, and he'd already explained to the doctors before the appointment that the somewhat broken nation had been poorly treated by some people. Along with the fact that he couldn't speak, or function the same way as a normal human being. He didn't believe that any of this would be too much of a problem, though. After all, why would they bring him to the doctors in the first place if they were abusing him? Especially if his life was not being threatened by some injury or ailment.
Fortunately, the doctor didn't appear to be suspicious in the slightest towards the fact that America was so thin, and instead told them, "After this appointment, I'll make sure to give you guys a diet plan to help him gain some weight."
Despite the fact that they already knew of some ways that they could help America gain some weight, there was always the possibility that the doctor either had a better way of going about this, or knew of some tricks that they hadn't tried out yet. Which was why they really appreciated the fact that the doctor was willing to go through the trouble of making a diet plan. Besides, maybe he would be able to include some foods that would help the young nation out in case there were other health problems going on with him, or warn them about foods he should avoid. Perhaps he could even talk about various exercises that would benefit America. Sure, he was underweight, so he really should avoid doing anything that would burn too many calories, but they were sure that he would still need some type of work out in order to be healthy and help him gain some muscle mass back.
When the doctor was finished typing in the information onto the computer, he handed a gown to them, and told the three better functioning nations, "We'll give you guys some privacy while he changes."
Though America probably wouldn't have minded if the doctors had watched him be changed, the other three nations just felt awkward at the idea of having someone they hardly knew watch him have his clothes changed. Which was why they were happy with the fact that the doctor seemed to have realized that and gave them some privacy. Changing the young nation hadn't been too much of a hassle for them. He'd remained obedient throughout the process, despite the fact that he was still somewhat afraid of what was going on, and where he was. Though he did feel more comfortable in the gown than when he was in his regular clothes. Despite the fact that the gown was much more loose on him, as was as the fact that this allowed more chilly air to tickle his skin, the fabric was softer, and he didn't feel as restricted as he would with his regular clothes. It wasn't as if the clothes that he wore were too tight for him, he just enjoyed wearing things that didn't cling to him as much.
When they heard a knock on the door, along with the doctor's question about whether or not America was changed, they had responded by telling him that he could come in. It hadn't been long after the doctor had entered the room that he began to examine his patient. The American had handled most of the procedures quite well. Sure, he would flinch every now and then, and he was still very frightened about what might happen to him in the doctor's presence, but otherwise, he was willing to try and remain as calm as he possibly could while his heart beat, pulse, and temperature were being checked.
Unfortunately, it didn't seem as if the universe was going to allow him to remain well behaved forever, since as soon as the inflatable cuff that was used for checking one's blood pressure was strapped around his arm, he began to freak out. Since his fear was clouding his mind of any common sense, he was unable to about trying to yank off the fabric cuff on his arm the correct way, which had caused him to become even more panicked. Nobody in the room understood why America was suddenly freaking out and tying to remove the cuff on his arm. It wasn't as if it was restraining or hurting him in anyway. He, on the other hand, could not trust anything that was wrapped around his limbs. There had been many times where the scientists had wrapped a piece of cloth tightly around one of his limbs, until said limb began to feel prickly due to a lack of circulation. Then, they would cut the limb off. It was probably one of the most agonizing procedures he could ever remember being through, and despite the fact that he could just grow the body part back in a matter of weeks, there was still something about this process that would make him feel sorrow for the loss.
The doctor had, yet again, decided to wait for the young nation to calm down before continuing on with the physical. With how stressed out America was at that moment, he probably wouldn't be able to receive and accurate reading on his blood pressure anyways. He also figured that applying pressure to his arm was only going to make the situation worse.
America began to whimper when he realized that what he was doing to try and remove the cuff on his arm wasn't working. His trembling had also become very obvious, and the pace in which he was breathing was rather concerning. The doctor had attempted to move forward to try and remove the cuff from his arm, but immediately backed off when the nation swatted at him. The other three nations were shocked by this reaction, and Russia had immediately pulled the American towards him with his arms somewhat restrained so that he wouldn't be able to cause anyone anymore harm. Though the doctor didn't appear angry with having been attacked, England still pleaded, "Please forgive him for this! He's not thinking clearly right now. He's too scared and confused by what's going on. We'll try not to let it happen again."
"I knew what I was signing up for," the doctor assured, "it's not the first time I've been attacked by a patient, and I understand that he didn't do it out of malice. I'll just wait for him to relax before continuing with the procedure."
Relieved with the fact that the doctor didn't want to do anything horrible, due to the fact that he'd been attacked, everyone in the room waited for America to overcome his panic attack while Russia comforted the scared nation. It seemed to take forever for him to finally grow content with the fact that there was something wrapped around his arm, and it made the three other nations concerned about the reason as to why something so small ended up frightening him so much. To them, it was beginning to seem as if one of the torture methods used by the scientists involved binding the arms so that the circulation would stop in them.
America was clinging onto Russia when the doctor finally deemed it safe to continue with the procedure. Having something to hold onto while the doctor began to apply pressure onto his arm seemed to make him feel a bit better about what was going on, though the fact that this gave him a bit of a tingly sensation in his arm made him a bit nervous about what was going to happen. When the pressure was suddenly removed from his arm, though, relief had flooded through his gut at the fact that his arm had not been removed during this procedure.
The rest of the physical had gone much better than when America was having his blood pressure checked. Sure, he did become a bit scared when he was having his reaction checked, and had let out a quiet whimper when the doctor was about to hit his forehead with the tiny rubber hammer, but otherwise, he had remained obedient throughout the rest of the procedures and had made no other attempts to try and harm the doctor. The fact that he was now much more well behaved around the doctor was almost beginning to make the other three nations feel awkward about being there to make sure that the young nation didn't do anything wrong. It was to the point where they would look away from him on instinct whenever the check up became a bit too personal towards America's body. With the memory loss, though, the young nation had been blessed with ignorance towards how these types of things would be embarrassing to most humans, and so he felt no humiliation whatsoever during the more awkward moments of the physical. Even though there were a bunch of people in the room with him.
When the physical was finally over, the doctor had left the room in order to print off a diet plan for them while America was changed back into his normal clothes. Upon receiving the diet plan, once the doctor had returned, they had been instructed on how to find the room where the young nation would have his blood drawn and his urine sample taken. England, Russia, and Canada were definitely not looking forward to these procedures. They knew that America wasn't going to handle having his blood drawn too well. Helping him pee into a cup didn't sound too fun either. Sure, they didn't mind bathing him, or changing his clothes, but helping him use the bathroom had always been an awkward and a sometimes messy experience. None of them had yet grown used to doing that sort of thing, and they didn't believe that they ever would. They just really hoped that the young nation would be potty trained soon.
Upon arriving to the room in which America would be having some of his blood drawn, they were almost immediately handed the cup for the urine sample. At first, the three more civil nations of the four were hesitant about whether or not they should help obtain a urine sample, until Canada sighed and said, "I'll do it."
The other two were thankful for the fact that the brother of the one they were caring for was willing to do this for them. Not only was this a selfless act, but it probably would've been better for him to do this, anyways. He was the only one who was actually related to America, so it wouldn't seem suspicious at all if he went through with doing this.
After the urine sample had been gathered, Canada had given it to one of the doctors before they sat America down in the chair where he would be having his blood drawn in. At first, the young nation was indifferent about what was going on. He hadn't really felt the need to be afraid of the doctors at that point, since they didn't even do anything to harm him. It didn't even seem as if they were going to stay there much longer, to him, anyways, as he had been changed back into his normal clothes.
However, this nonchalant attitude changed when the doctor began to tie an elastic band tightly near his elbow. The fact that his circulation felt as if it was being restricted once again made him feel as if something horrible was going to happen. Though the horrors that came up in America's mind couldn't amount to the panic he felt when he saw a syringe go near his arm. Upon seeing the needle, he began to try and make his way out of the chair and towards the door. However, his plan for escape had been demolished, as Russia was quick to hold him down on the seat.
America had tried with all of his might to escape, but instead, had been forced to endure having his blood drawn. He watched in terror as his blood began to be sucked into a tiny tube, wondering what was going to happen to him after the doctor was finished stealing what was rightfully his. Would he also end up being injected with some strange substance after the evil human stole his blood? He wasn't sure if he was ever going to forgive these humans for what they had just done to him. Nor did he believe that he would ever trust them again.
By the time the doctor was finished drawing some of his blood, the young nation had been reduced to tears due to his panic. All of the fight he once had had vanished from his demeanor, as once the deed of having his blood drawn was completed, he knew that it would be pointless to keep fighting what was going on.
The rest of the time that America had been at the doctors and in the car, he'd refused to look at the nations who were taking care of him, and had been a whimpering mess the entire time they were returning home. No one had even bothered to try and comfort the young nation, as they knew that he'd been too frightened by what had happened at the doctors to want to even be around them at that moment. They just hoped that they hadn't ended up traumatizing him too much from that experience. Maybe he would be over what happened if they continued to show him nothing but kindness for a very long time? It's not as if he could afford to avoid them forever. He relied on them for food and other necessities.
It had been no surprise to the other nations that as soon as they had opened the front door of the house (the young nation had tried to flee when he was outside of the car, but he'd been prevented from doing this), America had fled from their presence as quickly as he possibly could. Though they felt horrible about the fact that he didn't want anything to do with them at the moment, especially since it had seemed as if he was beginning to trust all three of them equally, they let him have his space.
The first room that America had found, that he actually felt safe in, had been the bathroom. He was quick to shut the door behind him as soon as he'd reached this particular location, and had looked around for a safe place to hide. Somewhere the humans wouldn't ever be able to find him.
His search for that safe place was suddenly interrupted when he noticed something fishy going on in the corner of his eye. Was it movement? He turned his attention towards whatever it was to find another human staring at him. He was startled, to say the least, upon discovering this unwanted company. He'd been sure to make sure that no one had followed him when he ran away from those fowl creatures who brought him to the doctors! However, this one looked nothing like the ones who had caused him so much 'harm' that day. In fact, he'd never seen a human who looked similar to this one before. This one had blue eyes, looked really thin, and had a strand of hair that refused to stay down. He found it very strange that this human was now in the bathroom with him. What in the world was it doing in the bathroom? Why was it here in the first place when it hadn't even been in this house before? How did it end up here?
Whatever the reason was for its presence, America wasn't going to tolerate it, as he began to make himself look taller in an attempt to appear more intimidating. The human had done the same thing at the exact same time. He gave the human a snarl. The human had mimicked that as well. This ended up confusing him. Why was the human mocking all of his actions? Why was it acting like him in the first place? This wasn't normal human behavior.
America dropped the aggressive act, and so had the human. He then waved his arm around to see if the creature in front of him would do the same, and it had, in fact, ended up repeating the action. He then stared down at him self, only to find that his body looked the same as the human's.
Then, it all suddenly made sense to him. That human he was looking at was him. It must have just been his reflection!
At first, this came to America as a shock, but it wasn't long until he began to feel hurt by this realization. All along, had he really been a disgusting creature that's only purpose in life was to harm things that weren't anything like him? Was that why he attacked the other humans? Was it why he seemed to hate them so much? Was it really because he'd initially thought that they were different from him, and so he believed that it was his duty to try and put them in their place because of that?
What he was most curious about was the reason why the humans had hurt him first. Was there something wrong with him? He certainly didn't act the same way as them. Nor was he capable of doing many of the things they could, such as communicate with their strange sounds. Was it the fact that he was a complete idiot compared to them the reason why they hated him so much?
America wasn't sure if he could stand to look at his reflection any longer, so he decided to move away from the strange reflective glass, and sat down in a corner of a room. A place where he could feel comfortable crying about his problems. He didn't understand why, but he couldn't help but be disgusted with himself due to this discovery. It was almost as intense as the hate he'd felt towards the scientists. Why was what he believed the humans thought of him damaging his ego so much? Was it also human nature to feel the need to belong? Was this need so strong that it could end up causing one to loathe themselves? Whatever was going on with him, he just wished he could disappear at that moment. It definitely didn't feel as if he was going to be over whatever this awful feeling was for a very long time.
A/N: Yes, I realize that America isn't actually six feet tall in the cannon, and that his actual cannon height also happens to be about the same as the average height of a male in the United States. However, looking at his character in the anime and what not, it just looks like he's supposed to be a bit taller than five feet nine and a half inches. In my opinion anyways. I don't know, I guess that my perspective on how tall a man is supposed to be a bit skewed. I'm personally a little on the tall side for a woman, and I also grew up around a lot of tall men. Most of which were above six feet tall, so I don't really look at a man who is five feet nine inches and think he's tall, or even average.
If you're okay with the height that I gave America in this story, that's great! I'm glad we can agree on something. If not, then go ahead and imagine him being his cannon height. Maybe just try lowering his weight a little as well, since his bmi is supposed to be around seventeen right now.