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AmEgypt: Switched

America groaned as he shuffled his way to the meeting room. Canada told him that he had to excuse himself, but he was America. There was no way that he was going to miss a world meeting. Everyone expected to see him there. Even though he wanted nothing more than to curl up in a dark room and just sleep it all off.

At least he was no longer hacking his lungs out. Stupid pneumonia.

America sat down at the table and buried his head in his hands. His head felt as though his skull was shrinking while his brain was swelling. He'd tried aspirin, paracetamol and ibuprofen, but nothing worked. Stupid migraine.

"Oh, Canada," England said as he approached. "Have you seen America? The meeting's about to begin and he's late."

America turned to look at England.

"I am America," he rasped, before he cleared his throat. "I feel like crap."

England's eyes widened.

"Are you serious?" England asked. "What are you doing at the meeting? You sound awful."

"I had to come," America sighed. "By the way, Canada isn't here. Someone tried to blow up his government building two days ago and they're in lockdown."

"What is going on in North America right now?"

"Don't know. Oh, and Mexico has food poisoning, since you're asking."

England shook his head, before he went to take his own seat. America tried to clear his throat again, but that hurt too much, so he didn't bother. He would just have to try to sit through this meeting.

An hour later, he regretted that he didn't listen to Canada. His migraine had only worsened, and his eyes were burning. He could barely see the presentation, and whenever the meeting devolved into chaos and Germany tried to restore order, America clamped his hands over his ears. One time, he even whimpered.

"Alright!" Germany announced. "Everyone, let's take a ten-minute break, before another war breaks out."

America sighed and rested his head on the table. Hopefully, the next ten minutes would be enough for him to recover, at least a little bit. Was this really how the meetings went? He was usually involved in the fights that broke out. He didn't realise how disruptive they actually were. And how painful.

He promised himself that he would try to avoid participating in the chaos in the future.

"Canada?" a voice asked. "Are you alright?"

America lifted his head. He could vaguely recognise the nation, though he didn't have much to do with him.

"I'm fine," America said. "Just tired."

He decided not to correct the nation's assumption that he was Canada. He just didn't have the energy for something like that.

"I haven't seen America at the meeting," the nation said.

"Domestic terrorist situation," America said, deciding that it was easier. "He and his boss are in lockdown."

The other nation hummed. He reached into his pocket, before handing an envelope to America. To his surprise, his name was on the envelope.

"Could I please ask you to deliver this to America?" the nation asked.

America stared at the envelope for a long moment before he turned back to the nation.

"Why can't you give this to him yourself?" America asked.

The nation's cheeks turned red. America blinked at the change.

"Well, I was going to give it to him," the nation said. "Or, leave it at his seat during break. But he's not here, and… I-I'll just be going."

The nation stalked off. America watched him for a moment before he turned back to the envelope. Well, it was addressed to him, so it wasn't a violation of privacy or anything. And so, he tore the envelope open and removed the letter.

Dear America,

I know this must come as a surprise, since we've never really spoken much, outside of some business, but… I like you. You're optimistic and strong-willed, with a strong sense of justice. Some of the other nations might find you annoying, but to me, you're endearing. You have a way of looking at the world the way a child would, full of wonder. If it is alright with you, I would like to get to know you a little better.

Egypt.

America blinked, before he read and reread the letter. He'd figured that this would be a horrible day. He didn't think that he would get a love letter. And it wasn't anonymous. The sender signed it, and if he read it right, even asked him out on a date.

His migraine felt a little better, and perhaps he would tell Egypt later that he was actually America, and not Canada. However, once the break ended and the other nations returned, America found that it would be better to wait until his body wasn't a bigger traitor than Benedict Arnold.

The prompts are: 'This time, could you do a character mistaking America as Canada. America has a sore throat that causes his voice to sound a lot like Canada. On top of that, he has a massive headache due to overworking which caused him to have no energy to act like his usual self in the meeting and ended up being unusually quiet. Character, Canada's friend and the one who has a crush on America, approaches America, who character thought is Canada. Character rarely approaches America or speak to him. Character intended to ask Canada to deliver a love letter that asks America if he could meet Character to the aquarium. Character leaves immediately due to meeting with the boss.' And: 'Could you please try America being mistaken as Canada this time. America has a massive migraine due to overworking and a sore throat that caused him to sound a lot like Canada. Due to migraine, America does not have the energy to act like his usual self so he ended up being quiet during the whole meeting. Canada is absent from the meeting due to an urgent meeting with his boss. *insert country* secretly has a crush on America and approaches America who the country mistook as Canada, where the country decided to ask "Canada" (country's friend) if America is free on the weekend but is too shy to approach America.'

And just like America had a migraine, I lost four days this week due to two. That's why this is a day late. Interesting note, overcast/stormy weather can trigger migraines. And we've entered the rainy season. Joy…