Requested by @LeaflessSpring
England came completely weary to the world meeting, his land was going through the cold seasons. Not cold, but freezing. England walked in the doors of the mansion, he had bags under his eyes.
"What took you so long?!" Germany shouted, everyone turned to look at England, who was slouching.
"Sorry about that... I'm usually early," England spoke in another tone, a little off his British accent.
England strolled to his seat next to America, who was having a warm and delightful hot chocolate. England sat down besides him and sniffled, shrouding in cold.
"You alright bro?" America asked, a little concerned. He had a chocolate mustache pasted on his top lip.
England was paler than ever, and his gaze was caught at the table. England sighed, "I guess," he rested his head on his hand, paying no attention to what Germany was saying. Over the words, England stared at the hot chocolate, observing the steam snake its way up in the air.
America lifted the mug from the table and gently set it directly in front of England. America offered him his hot chocolate with a welcoming grin.
England reluctantly took the cup and analyzed it. He titled the mug upwards and took a sip. He set it down and handed it back to the other nation. "T-thanks," England stuttered. About a minute or so, England felt a fuzz rise in his throat, until he sneezed. He sniffled again.
"Oh~ If Britain isn't sick again~," France mocked.
"Shut up frog!" England shouted, eager to fight.
"Bring it on!" France exclaimed, about to climb on the table, rolling his sleeves up.
"Aiya, here it goes," China rolled his eyes.
England jumped on the table, prepared to throw a punch.
"How about we all calm down?" America simpered, rubbing the back of his neck unsurely.
England threw the first hit, punching France in the face. France had no reaction.
"You call that a punch?" France asked, obvious about his question. France pierced the air, about to hit England, but missed because England was hauled down by America.
"I... I need to finish... him!" England gasped for air, intending to free himself.
England tried to escape America's grasp.
"France, your ass- on your seat now!" Germany scolded.
"Is England okay?" Italy questioned, looking over at England curiously.
America gently placed the palm of his hand on England's forehead. A sizzle and a hiss occurred.
"Aw, crap!" America waved his hand around the air, trying to get the burning agony to go away.
England was snickering like a psycho, as if the devil had possessed his mind.
"I think England-san has a fever...and a high one," Japan spoke huskily.
"That's sick!" America shouted out of nowhere, and appeared with a marshmallow stabbed onto a stick. He hovered the marshmallow over England's boiling forehead, cooking the marshmallow.
Prussia walked up behind England and roasted wurst on top of England's head.
"This is so much better! Kesesese~!" Prussia bit out of the wurst. His eyes suddenly widened and waved his arms wildly.
"Hot! Hot! West! I need water!" Prussia yelled with his stuffed mouth. Germany facepalmed, and sighed in irritation.
"I find wit dwelicious!" America had a mouthful of marshmallows in his mouth.
"Everyone shut up!" Germany growled. Meanwhile, Austria who was besides him, covered his ears.
England laughed maniacally, "You want to go France?!"
France retreated, terrorized-- even he was concerned with England. England felt a pair of arms around his waist. Frustrated England peered below his waist and noticed he was sitting in between America's legs. England froze and clawed at America's arms.
"Dude, chill!" America furrowed his eyebrows, avoiding England's scratches.
"Let me go you git!" England shouted, struggling to flee. America slipped off his brown jacket and set it around England's shoulders.
The ill nation tranquilized, feeling America's warm atmosphere. England breathed slowly.
"Drink the hot chocolate if ya need," The American suggested to the british man.
England cuddled into America, pulling the jacket closer around him.
"That's very nice of you," Japan stated, secretly taking pictures with skills.
"It's what heroes do!" America proudly exclaimed.
England sighed, feeling his temperature lower.
"You can continue, Germany!" America advised, giving an assuring thumbs-up.
"Are you sure?" Germany asked, waiting for response.
"I'm sure America can handle England," Russia spoke, with his usual smile. England was going to open his mouth to say something but was afraid Russia would shove a faucet up his you know what.
Germany cleared his throat, lifting the thin paper in front of his eyes.
"You're very warm England," America pointed out with a chuckle, tightening his arms around England's waist.
"Shut up," England huffed, a blush forming over his cheeks.
England drank from the hot chocolate, shivering from the cold.
America raised the jacket up to England's head so he could be fully caped.
England tried to stay awake, but his eyelids were failing on him. England lowered his head and drifted to sleep, leaning on America.
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