The Sick Fic Corner - Hetalia Axis Powers, UsUk England x America Sick Fictions

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In which England is acting strange at the World Meeting.

"Yo, Arthur, try to keep up, will you? You look tired today."
Alfred almost startled the island nation awake when he suddenly diverted his attention to him. It was true, his hair looked messier and he didn't bother to say much, unlike his usual self. He shuffled a little in his chair and sipped his tea, which seemed to be the only thing keeping him alive at the moment.
"Yes, yes, I'm alright. Carry on."

Arthur was sick. It couldn't be denied, since he woke up that morning feeling like someone was stabbing a voodoo doll with his face on it. His face was flushed and he kept sneezing on the way to the meeting. Little did he know the worst was yet to come.
After a short while, there was a 10-minute break. Arthur managed to slip away unnoticed as he felt pain rush through his body and he ran to the nearest bathroom. Looking in the mirror, he moved his hair out of his eyes, which was drenched from the excessive sweating he had gone through. What he wasn't prepared for was to have a coughing fit, and to cough out blood into his hand. Slumping against the wall, it occurred to him that he'd have to go back into the meeting room soon, or people would come looking for him. Instead, he decided to accept his fate and stay in the bathroom as he spit more blood into his hand.

~~Hetalia~~

"Hey guys, where's England?" Alfred looked around the meeting room and saw the empty seat where said country was meant to be.
"He did seem a little ill lately, maybe he's in one of the washrooms." Germany suggested helpfully.
"Good idea. I'll go look for him. Germany, you can take over the meeting for now."

Alfred put his ear to the washroom door, his head filling with anxiety as coughing and other sickly noises were heard from the other side. He decided to take it smooth, knocking and trying to talk to him through the door.
"Iggy? It's me, Alfred. Can I come in?"
There was no answer, apart from a shaky sob from the island nation.
"I-I'm gonna come in, okay?"
Alfred wasn't sure whether he was glad or not that he managed to get here. Small splats of blood were on the floor, which he could only guess was England's. Said nation seemed to have collapsed onto the floor, his tears mixing with the blood that slowly dripped from the corners of his mouth. His heavy-looking eyes were screwed up, as if to stop the agonising pain.
"Arthur... What the hell happened?!" America kneeled down, pulling the smaller nation's head into his lap. His head was spinning with thoughts and questions. Since when was he like this? Is this to do with his land, his people? Is... This the end for him?
England could only attempt to sit up properly and wipe the blood from his mouth, but the pain seemed too much for him after a few moments. Letting out a choked cry, he let America lift him from the ground.
"Don't worry about a thing, dude. I'm taking you to the hospital."

Whelp I got here and had no idea how to continue this >w> XD so I hope you enjoyed this one~ Next time may feature an America having a cold for the first time and thinking he's dying :3 Stay tuned!