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It had become England's main focus to help America through his mental illness. First thing was first, he had removed all of the sharp objects from America's room, and some that happened to be laying around his house. He had also made it his job to watch America and make sure that he didn't do anything to harm himself further. England knew that America would not necessarily enjoy the healing process, and he hated the idea of disrupting his former colony's privacy. Unfortunately, he knew it was for the best, it was just the way things would have to be for a while.

Sunlight leaked it's way through the closed curtains of America's room, announcing the arrival of dawn. England was relieved to know that he had awoken before America, it had given him time to prepare himself for the day, and take care of all the safety hazards that America might use against himself. Not only that, but he was a slightly embarrassed about falling asleep while holding America, and it was inimical enough to him that it had happened in the first place. There was no need for America to find out.

England sat down next to America's bed, reading a book as he waited for the younger nation to wake up. He'd been waiting for nearly an hour when America finally began to stir. England set down his book and observed America as he began to sit up, he noticed that the nation seemed to be very groggy. He informed America, "If you're still tired, you can go back to sleep."

America suddenly shook his head violently, "No, that would make me weak. I want to stay awake."

England replied with a hum of sympathy, "You had a rough night. Anyone would understand if you slept in a little. Besides, your body must be strained from all of the intense work you put upon it, so really, more rest is ideal."

Those words didn't seem to help America as he replied, "Sleeping in would be a lack of discipline. A lack of discipline would mean that I'm lazy. And people who are lazy become fat, and I'm already thirty pounds too fat."

"You're not fat," England explained, "In fact, I'd say you're becoming too thin. Perhaps the reason you're tired is because you need to eat something."

"Oh no," America tried to deny, "The reason why I'm tired is because I need to exercise. If I don't start moving my body fat will get in the way of everything and make me more lazy."

England replied firmly, "You are not to exercise unless you eat a decent breakfast."

America was beginning to get irritated, "Why not?"

"Because it's dangerous." England explained, "You should never skip breakfast to begin with, but if you don't eat anything at all during the day before you exercise, you could end up passing out."

When America didn't answer, England changed the subject, "By the way, I'm going to bring you with me to buy some groceries as soon as you're ready, and that includes eating something for breakfast."

America scowled, "I don't want to walk around a store full of disgusting toxins!"

England replied, "Starving yourself injures your organs more than these 'toxins' will." he sat up and added, "Besides, you'll be walking around a bit, that should get some blood flowing."

"Fine," America replied in defeat, as he weakly climbed out of bed. He used the wall for support as he gathered up some cloths and a towel in order to take a shower. England noticed how weak America seemed to be and asked with slight concern, "Do you need any help?"

America growled, "I'm going to be fine! Now stop pestering me."

England waited outside of the door to the bathroom, listening in case America tried to do anything aside from getting ready. He had made it forbidden for America to lock the door. Of course, America had tried to go around this a few times, but it had resulted in England using his pick locking skills to open the door in seconds anyways. The pick locking skill that England would proudly admit obtaining from his years of being a pirate.

Finally, America left the bathroom, but the moment he had opened the door all the way, he collapsed. England made sure to catch his fall right away. In the past, America would've crushed England, but now the island nation was able to hold him as if he were something of a featherweight, such as a textbook. America tried to free himself of the support, but England simply didn't allow it as he held America up bridal style and said, "Now let's go get you something to eat."

America started struggling and demanded, "Let me down! I can walk you know!"

Undeterred, England scolded softly, "Stop that now. You can't waste your energy like that when you aren't strong enough to walk."

America stopped fidgeting, but retorted, "I'm strong enough to walk on my own, I just had a dizzy spell, that's it."

England didn't respond to anymore of America's protest, he figured that the nation was just trying to be stubborn. When he arrived in the kitchen, England sat America down at the table and set an apple down in front of him. Then he informed, "All you have to do is eat this apple. Really I ought to give you more to eat, but you're probably not use to eating a normal sized meal yet."

Lightly, America nudged the apple away. England was beginning to lose his patience as he complained, "Oh come on! It's just a bloody apple! There's practically no fat on it, and it has much more water in it than flesh!"

America groaned and refused to pick up the apple. England grabbed the apple and started trying to get America take a bit out of it. He threatened, "You're going to eat this apple, and even if I have to force feed it to you!"

The threat didn't seem to have an effect on America as he continued to dodge his head out of the apple's way. At this point, England spoke in a dangerous voice, "Alfred, if you don't eat this apple, I'm going to bring you to the hospital. You are not going to like it, and neither will I. So why don't you just make it easier for the both of us and just eat this apple."

America bowed his head in defeat and mumbled, "Fine." as he retrieved the apple from England's grip, and began taking tiny bites from it. The taste of the apple burned in his mouth. Every single bite was harrowing, and all he wanted to do was spit out what he put in his mouth. Of course, that was not an option with England watching him. Tears burned in his eyes when he arduously swallowed the last bite. England stroked his still damp hair affectionately as he said in a much more soft and encouraging tone, "That wasn't so bad, now was it?"

"It was terrible." America complained as a tear escaped his eye. England wiped the tear away and smiled, "I'm just so glad that there's finally something in that hollow stomach of yours. Who knows how long you've went without food."

America didn't respond, he was still very much miserable about having to eat something. Gently, England helped America stand up, "Come on now, it's time for this place to have a reasonable amount of food."

England and America had just returned from shopping for groceries. America didn't even bother to recommend any food when England had asked him what he wanted. Of course, England wasn't expecting America to want anything, but he figured that it was worth the try. Since America was afraid of weight gain, junk food was out of the question. Instead, England had bought a lot of healthy food, at least it would supply him with a decent amount of nutrition. Maybe eventually his former colony would become victorious in his inner battle, and begin to become tempted by something as delicious, and fattening as ice cream every now and then. England certainly hoped that he would one day be able to watch America eat something such as ice cream with eagerness, instead of dread. Anything was better than watching his former colony eat food as if it were some sort of terrible torture.

Once England had finished putting away all of the groceries away, he turned his full attention back towards America who had been miserably watching him. England frowned at this and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"Why are you doing this to me?" America whimpered, tears suddenly dripped from his eyes. The sight of America crying was enough to make England's heart ache. There were so many nations that could be miserable, and he wouldn't have feel a thing at the sight of their agony. However, the moment a tear came from America, and England would feel as if he'd just watched someone kick a puppy. Worse yet, a bag full of crippled puppies that had just lost their mother.

England answered, "It's because I care about you Alfred. All I want is for you to be healthy and happy."

America almost screamed, "If you really cared out about me, then you'd let me go!"

At that point, America was uncontrollably sobbing. For a few seconds England stood there, unsure of what to do, but then he decided to hug America tightly. As he did this, he began to hum a soft song, it always seemed to work when the nation was just a colony. Apparently, it was more effective than England thought it would've been, for in a few minutes America did not shed any more tears, and his sobs were replaced by light sniffles. England looked America in the eye and suggested, "Why don't we take a short walk? Perhaps you just need some fresh air."

America nodded, then followed England outside. The whole time they were walking, America had felt the need to hold England's had. England had allowed it, and didn't mind at all. In fact, he was delighted that his former colony had found comfort to something as simple as holding his hand. It was better than having him cut himself.

When they returned back into the living room, America immediately slumped onto the couch, looking drowsy. England sat next to him, putting an arm around one of his shoulders. He watched as America slowly fell asleep, and when he was sure America was asleep he started tracing his hand across the other nation's cheek. America always had well defined cheek bones, but now they beginning to look more like the cheeks of a skeleton.

A rogue tear escaped from England's eyes, he had not realized all of the pent up tears he had until that moment. He couldn't help but silently cry at the thought of his former colony destroying himself. The situation could be compared to that of a mother trying to help a child who had lost all respect for them self, and began to perform self destructive rituals on a daily basis. He almost felt as if he had no control over whether America was going to be better one day or not. Guilt was beginning to build up within England, he felt as if this was all his fault. Leaning his head down, he whispered into America's ear, "I'm so sorry for all the horrible things I've said to you. None of it was true, you were never fat, you were never stupid, and sometimes, I thought you had brilliant ideas."

He paused for a moment before he added, "I guess I was just too selfish to get over my defeat and respect you as a nation."