Rainy Day

Britain stared at his window, watching as the rain poured from the sky. He sighed.

"I guess it's raining again in London, isn't it?" he muttered under his breath then looked at his hands.

His hands were paler than usual, and his body is skinnier than before. He hadn't eaten for days, because if he did, he will throw up and sometimes, he vomits blood. He didn't know the cause, all he knew was today is the 3rd day of July. And tomorrow, it'll be America's birthday, the day when he lost everything, and the day when the only one he had declared Independe-

He covered his mouth as he attempted to vomit on the window. He clutched his stomach as he went to a bathroom, and threw up blood. He breathed in, but his throat is sore. He sighed as he decided to take a bath. After he had finished, he pulled on a loose t-shirt and jeans for him to wear.

Ding dong

"Bloody hell. Who could that be? It better be not that frog face," he sighed as he went to open the door.

"Hey, Britain!" a certain American greeted the Brit. Britain almost fainted after hearing his loud voice.

"Wha-what in the bloody world did you want?" Britain spoke, his voice hoarse.

"Woah, dude. Wha' happened to your voice? It's kinda hoarse, huh.." America said.

"Ugh, shut it. Just tell me what're you doing in here already!" Britain demanded.

America laughed, "Okay, chill. I just wanted to visit you and watch some movies with you!"

Britain scowled, "And you never asked me if I agree?"

America scratched the back of his neck, "Uhm.. Uh.. Maybe.. Hehe," he chuckled slightly. "But I know that you will not refuse me, will you?" he brought out his puppy eyes.

Britain scoffed, "Fine, fine. Just get in already," he said as he walked to his living room, leaving the American behind with his things.

He walked past the window as his eyes darkened for a second.

"Oi, America. You can keep your things on my guest room," he said.

"Okay! Got it, Iggy!" America said, a grin plastered in his face as he went upstairs to the bedroom.

Britain sighed as he plopped down on the couch and lazily opened the television. America came in the living room after a minute with movies in his hands.

"Yo, Britain! What do you want to watch?" America asked.

Doctor Who, Britain thought.

"It's up to you," he said instead.

America picked up a random movie and put it in the player.

"'Ya ready, Britain?" he asked the Brit as he plopped down next to him.

"Yeah, sure," Britain muttered as America played the movie. He closed his eyes for a second and breathed in deeply, then opened his eyes just to see what was the movie all about..

About the Revolutionary War.

Britain felt his stomach churned and his face paled.

"What the hell is this?" America turned his head towards the Brit. "Uh, Britain? Are you okay? Your face is.. pale.."

Britain wants to nod, but he began coughing. His eyes widened when he noticed that something is coming out of his mouth as he coughed.

"Britain! Holy shit! You're coughing blood! Are you really okay?!" America panicked.

Britain stood up and ran towards his bathroom, forcing out everything from his stomach. America rubbed Britain's back gently as the Brit puked.

"Dude! You're throwing up blood! I'm going to call the hospital-"

"Do-don't.." Britain muttered weakly as he attempted to stand up, but sending him falling towards the American's arms. "A-America.." then he sobbed.

America had his worried expression etched across his face as he picked Britain up bridal style and brought him to his room. He brought out his phone and called France.

"Oui?"

"France, Britain's sick. He's coughing and throwing up blood," America said, his voice quivering.

"Oh.. I'll be zhere in a couple of minutes," France said as he hung up.

America sucked in air in worry for the Brit.

"Am-America.." he heard Britain called. He looked at the Brit, whose eyes were puffy from crying.

"Yes, Britain?"

"Happy birthday.." Britain muttered.

"Thanks, Iggy," America stuttered.

"Am-merica?" Britain called again.

"Mhm?"

"Don't leave me.."

America was taken aback, "I will never leave you!"

Britain spread his arms out, as if asking for a hug. America sat down beside him and wrapped his arms around the Brit.

"I will never ever leave you again," America muttered in Britain's hair.

"America.. I.." Britain trailed off. "I love you.." he leaned in and kissed America.

America's eyes widened, but he soon melted into the kiss. Britain is the one who broke the kiss.

"I love you too, Britain," America kissed him again.

They heard the bedroom door opened, followed by that annoying French laugh. They broke the kiss and blushed madly.

"I 'ad zhought zhat Angleterre is sick, but what I see is zhe opposite," France chuckled. "I'm sorry to interrupt you two. I'll be going a'ead now," he slowly slipped out of the room, his French laugh erupted in the whole house.

America and Britain looked at each other then laughed as the rain stopped and the sun peeked out of its hiding.

~The rain serves as your sadness, and it also serves as your happiness~