The Tragic of England

Dinner Dizzy~!

     “I think your telling me a bunch of lies, you bloody child,” He growled. I turned away to get a bowl for my food. He snatched it out of my hands and closed the cabinet door. I looked at him, noticing how my vision was getting worse. I couldn’t focus. He could tell, I think. He dragged me back to my seat before putting the bowl, full of roast beef, in front of me. I picked up my fork and warily started eating, feeling Arthur’s eyes burn into my skull.

     “You can leave, really. I’m fine by myself. Its not like I’ve never been alone before,” I commented weakly. My voice gave away my opposition to what I was saying, as well as how horrible I felt. England had taken a bowl and was eating the second portion of the dinner. Now he seemed hesitant.

     “Eat up. You can’t decide what a country does,” He sighed. I ate as I was told. I ate the whole dish, but that’s not why its important. I normally can’t eat more than a few bites when my nausea acts up like this. Its a disease of some sort. It has something to do with you being overreactive in situations, which leads to some kind of physical or mental exercise, which brings nausea and on rare occasions I pass out instantly. This was the worst it had been in a few weeks, but I could tell I wasn’t going to get up till noon tomorrow if I was lucky. The last day of school was tomorrow anyways, and it was never important.

     I got up and crossed the room on betraying feet. I put my dish in the sink, rinsed it off, put it in the dishwasher, and looked to Arthur for a moment. I immediately knew I needed to get to my room when I saw how blurry he was. “If you stay the night, there’s a guest room up the stairs and its the very first left. If you need anything, I’m the very first right,” I force a smile as I slink out of the room. I cling to the walls as I make my way to the stairs.

     Once I’m in my room, I manage to put on my hetalia pj’s just before collapsing onto the bed with a raging headache. I take medicine for the headache, and then my medication. I stuff the pill containers back into my teddy bear’s head before crawling under the covers and falling asleep. I was completely oblivious to leaving my door open the whole time, or the eyes that had started watching me when I’d dug the pills out of my bear’s brains.