“He'll probably be upstairs with America for a while,” France says, and China nods in agreement, “So, how is he?” France asks, his elbows leaning against his knees.
“Not good- aru, and I haven't been able to properly see what's wrong,” China begins, “All I know is that he has pneumonia, and it's one of the more serious cases. He's trying to hold up though,” France nods, face stern.
“Is it because of stress?” He asks, and China nods.
“Yes. He's loved England for a very long time, it must have left a mark on him to see him in the stages he's gone through. Not only that, he has work. You know that being a nation personification is no easy feat- aru,” China adds, and France knows he can agree so well– “He'll survive, but then, of course he will. Nation personifications don't die unless the nation does; you've seen them come and go, France.”
“... Get on with it, China.” France says curtly; his memory of the Holy Roman Empire burns his mind, and China sighs, nodding; “We'll have to leave him in the care of England, unfortunately. No government official knows of England's stay here, but they may find out if we admit America to a hospital.”
“We can always just leave him with Canada or Japan. He seems to like both of them.” France explains, and he can hear China's small yes, but lists his reasons there after.
“You can, but it might not work. England's mind will probably remain fixated on America. After all, he has little knowledge, if any, of his nation status- aru. This may actually be a good chance for him to remember as well- aru.” France gives him a questioning look; what can he remember from helping sick Ameri– then it clicks.
“I see where you're going with this.” France says, and China nods.
“We don't have time to keep watch, so we'll leave them be. It's about time England starts getting over his other fears as well,” China states, and France, despite pitying the poor man and knowing it will be difficult, can only agree in turn.
China talks to America about his condition more, now that America is awake.
France cooks many different foods for England to give to America.
There is a list of numbers near the telephone– “If anything happens to America, call any of these numbers. Go from top to bottom, okay- aru?”
England nods, and says he will. China thanks him.
The airport buzzes, people come and go. China and France sit idly in the morning, which appears dark as night, and wait for their time to leave this country, go back to their own.
China still remembers– “I have to hurry up and heal, don't I?” He laughs, so empty and weak, “I have to work, have to help my people... And England...” China looks at him. This man is an idiot is all he thinks, but China has known that for quite a while. Heroes are independent, they can take care of themselves, America goes on to explain.
“Don't push yourself- aru. England doesn't seem to mind taking care of you.” He says, but America shakes his head anyway. It was just like America to do that.
“I'm worried- aru.” China says to France.
“I am too, but we can only do so much, you know?” France answers, and the airport grows silent for them as they tune out the words of others, idly talking to each other, and think of other things.
The next morning, America attempts to get out of bed by himself again. England ushers him to sleep once again.
Hold Me Close [34/?]
“Not good- aru, and I haven't been able to properly see what's wrong,” China begins, “All I know is that he has pneumonia, and it's one of the more serious cases. He's trying to hold up though,” France nods, face stern.
“Is it because of stress?” He asks, and China nods.
“Yes. He's loved England for a very long time, it must have left a mark on him to see him in the stages he's gone through. Not only that, he has work. You know that being a nation personification is no easy feat- aru,” China adds, and France knows he can agree so well– “He'll survive, but then, of course he will. Nation personifications don't die unless the nation does; you've seen them come and go, France.”
“... Get on with it, China.” France says curtly; his memory of the Holy Roman Empire burns his mind, and China sighs, nodding; “We'll have to leave him in the care of England, unfortunately. No government official knows of England's stay here, but they may find out if we admit America to a hospital.”
“We can always just leave him with Canada or Japan. He seems to like both of them.” France explains, and he can hear China's small yes, but lists his reasons there after.
“You can, but it might not work. England's mind will probably remain fixated on America. After all, he has little knowledge, if any, of his nation status- aru. This may actually be a good chance for him to remember as well- aru.” France gives him a questioning look; what can he remember from helping sick Ameri– then it clicks.
“I see where you're going with this.” France says, and China nods.
“We don't have time to keep watch, so we'll leave them be. It's about time England starts getting over his other fears as well,” China states, and France, despite pitying the poor man and knowing it will be difficult, can only agree in turn.
China talks to America about his condition more, now that America is awake.
France cooks many different foods for England to give to America.
There is a list of numbers near the telephone– “If anything happens to America, call any of these numbers. Go from top to bottom, okay- aru?”
England nods, and says he will. China thanks him.
The airport buzzes, people come and go. China and France sit idly in the morning, which appears dark as night, and wait for their time to leave this country, go back to their own.
China still remembers– “I have to hurry up and heal, don't I?” He laughs, so empty and weak, “I have to work, have to help my people... And England...” China looks at him. This man is an idiot is all he thinks, but China has known that for quite a while. Heroes are independent, they can take care of themselves, America goes on to explain.
“Don't push yourself- aru. England doesn't seem to mind taking care of you.” He says, but America shakes his head anyway. It was just like America to do that.
“I'm worried- aru.” China says to France.
“I am too, but we can only do so much, you know?” France answers, and the airport grows silent for them as they tune out the words of others, idly talking to each other, and think of other things.
The next morning, America attempts to get out of bed by himself again. England ushers him to sleep once again.