One Time

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-America POV-

"Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you dowwwwn!!!!" My alarmed sang into my ear. 

"Fuck off." I lazily grabbed my phone and pushed the 'stop' button. Why was I getting up this early? Probably some meeting shit.  I grumbled, and rubbed my eyes. I pulled on my favorite hoodie, and stumbled out of my bed. Another boring day. 

I felt a little faint, but nothing I couldn't handle. One of my states must have an accident. I grabbed some juice from my fridge, and some leftover pancakes. Sticking them in the microwave, a wave of nausea hit me. "Shit..." I walked to my bathroom, and sat down on the floor, trying to not pass out or throw up. 

I still needed to go to UN's meeting. The organizations would only excuse from a meeting if you were in the hospital. I wanted to phone Canada or Aussie, but my body was not cooperating with my hopeful attempts to stand back up to grab my phone from the kitchen counter. I sat there silently, and tried to tune into my states.

"Is everything alright for you g-guys?" 

They seemed very chill, and suggested he try to get in touch with someone. He agreed, tapped out from the states. With shaky hands, he gripped onto the wall, and slowly stood up. Carefully he inched his way over to the counter. He plopped down on a barstool, and grabbed his phone. He should get back to the bathroom, just in case. He closed the door, and looked at himself.

Gone. His white, satin-looking eyes were gone. He closed his eyes quickly, hoping that it was just him hallucinating from the lack of food and sleep. He peeped open his right eye. Ink-colored depths peered back at him. Stumbling back, he tried in vain to wash his eyes. Nothing seemed to work. He was shivering, and his nausea seemed to rise up again. 

He leaned against the wall, and slid down, his head next to the toilet. All of a sudden, his body felt like he was free-falling, and pain spiked everywhere in his body. He knelt over the toilet, purging the vomit out of his system. Only it wasn't vomit. It looked like ink, and didn't smell. 

Canada. France. Aussie. Kiwi. He needed someone. He slid his finger over Canada's contact, and pressed the green button. The little happy dial tone went on for a while, and America hoped his brother knew where his phone was. He was known to leave it uncharged or forgetting where it was. Oh Canada, please pick up.. I'll buy you maple syrup.

Like clockwork, Canada's voice picked up from the other side of the line. "Ame? Why are you calling me? Aren't you already at the meeting?"

"I-im supposed to be. Something come up, can you come over? I need some help with something...." His voice trailed off.

"Yeah sure! I'll be over in 10! Don't die!" Beeep.

America laughed slightly, and prayed he wouldn't die in the next 10 minutes before Canada came.

-Small timeskip-

"Ame! I'm here!" 

He coughed slightly, and hoped that Canada could hear him. Soft footsteps echoed around the house, and he was humming slightly. A quick turn-a-round of feet alerted America of Canada at the bathroom door before he knocked. A twist of the knob, and Canada was in.

"America?! A-are you ok? What's wr-"

America had opened his eyes slightly, and waited for the scream of terror from Canada. All he got was a soft gasp. Disappointing. 

Canada softly wrapped him in a hug, and America loosened his body from the stress. He opened his eyes slightly to see a quiet, concerned Canada looking back at him. 

"W-what happened?"

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hello!

i re-started this story, this gives me more stuff to work with, and we might still have some rusame..

so! welcome back to the story!

laides and gentlemen, welcome to t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t TARGET!!!

thanks for reading, leafs!