England then is woken by shock. He looks around the room and then notices America, not out of his bed, not looking like France. In the same position as he was yesterday, just with more movement. "Oh thank god it was just a dream." England sighs of relief. The same Nurse, Heather. Is walking by "What was that?" She asks looking into the room curiously. "N-nothing! Everything is fine and dandy!" England stutters. "Um, okay then." She says confused. "The doctor will be here any minute to take your 'friends' bandage off. She say walking off. England nods right before she leaves "ok thanks." He replies.
A near hour passed and England was once again in the same sleeping position as he was in the morning. As he was asleep the doctor had came in and removed the bandages leaving America there to sleep peacefully. The doctor then leaves, slamming the door. England is woken up by the noise and looks around, shrugs and goes back to sleep. America opens his eyes and looks around, then turning on his side noticing England asleep. he smiles and messes up his hair. England replies half awake "w-w-what?" He then sees America smiling at him. "Alf-America!" He yells. "Wow, your awake and you don't look too much different which is good!" He says excitedly. America looks at him confused. "Well I had this bad dream last night that you looked like France but with an American accent- I-it was very strange..." England rambles scratching the back of his neck, awkwardly smiling. "Enough about me, are you okay?" England asks concerned.
