Bed Ridden: A Hetalia Version of America's Economy

Sick and Captured

"But while they prate of economic laws, men and women are starving. We must lay hold of the fact that economic laws are not made by nature. They are made by human beings." - Franklin D. Roosevelt

December 1st, 2007

5 Days before the Recession Hits Hard

Alfred sat up and looked out the window next to his bed it was raining of course.

"Huh, just another typical day in London," he sighed.

He was here for the world meeting and of course England was the host country. The world meetings happened every six months and lasted usually about a week. They used to be longer due to the conflict from WWII but the length had gradually gotten shorter over the years. Alfred looked up, now out of his thoughts, his clock it read 5:16 am.

"Better get up… If I'm late again I'll never hear the end of it from England," Alfred grumbled as he got made his way to his suitcase.

The young nation had soon picked out is cloths and was heading over to the bathroom when he saw Tony stir in his sleep. His alien buddy was resting on the other side of the king bed in the big hotel suite. Alfred watched as Tony turned over but never woke up. The was silently grateful as he went into the bathroom and shut the door. Fifteen minutes later America came out of the bathroom clean, dressed, and ready to go.

He grabbed his key card and was about to leave when, "guuuuurgle gruuuuuumble." His stomach had a mind of it's own as it told him how hungry it was. Tony lifted his head to look at America as he rubbed his eyes. "What time is it," his alien friend asked with a tired voice but harsh voice.

Alfred nervously replied, "Sorry for waking you up Tony. My stomach just had a mind of its own there for a second. Its 5:36 AM so I have to go or I'll be late to the meeting."

Alfred was not one to be scared of anything, after all he was a hero, but Tony was not one to be messed with in the morning. Alfred had learned that lesson the hard way and he did not want to repeat it. Ever. Tony looked Alfred in the eyes and yawned. "I'm going back to bed," he grumbled and dropped his head on the pillow, immediately falling he wouldn't get any of Tony's wrath, Alfred waited till he was sure Tony was asleep again before he left his room. Quickly, he made his way out of the hotel with his umbrella. He needed to make it to the meeting on time. As America stepped out of the hotel and onto the wet side walk in London he noticed it was still raining lightly. He really didn't need an umbrella but Alfred didn't want to get his suit the slightest bit wet or England would have an excuse to yell at him. He tended to do that a lot over the littlest things.

Alfred looked up at the sky that was almost always grey here. Alfred heard some other country's talking once about how not only could the country effect its personification, but that it could also work the other way around. Maybe that's why London was always raining. Maybe England had too much sadness surrounding his heart. Maybe it was due to the Revolutionary War... Alfred shook those thoughts out of his head and reprimanded himself.

"No, it had to be done. I was suffocating in taxes… What's complete is complete. There is no going back, not that I would want to anyway…," he scolded mentally.

"Achooooo!" Alfred sneezed and pulled out a tissue before blowing his nose. He hadn't been feeling well lately but he new if he didn't come to the meeting he would never hear the end of it from the older English nation.

"Maybe I'm catching a cold from all this rain," Alfred thought. He laughed though, as it wasn't possible for him to get sick unless his nation was sick. The laughing didn't last long as it soon turning into a coughing fit. The young nation quickly stopped walking and covered his mouth. Soon the coughs died and America began walking again but not without feeling a little drained. Alfred could see the meeting building only a block away.