England: "How the hell did you get yourself sick you wanker?!"
America: "Uh.."
America rubs the back of his neck nervously. He knew he'd get an ass chewing either way.
England: "Seriously, you're hopeless. How long has this went on?"
America: "I think it started around..six days ago."
England: "I know you don't want to be seen at a clinic but..you may be untreatable with over the counter medicine. You should see a doctor."
His voice was calmer now, but America didn't like what he had said. It's easy for England to say something like that, because he's not a superpower country. He doesn't have enemies constantly watching him, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.
America was like a lamb right now..a lamb that's hurt it's leg, while all the hungry wolves watch.
England: "I can go with you..I'd have to rearrange my plans but I'd rather see you well."
America: "No, it's okay..I'll make an appointment and go on my own."
England: "Good. You'll be at the meeting Monday right?"
America: "I have to be. You know that.."
England: "Yes..I suppose I do."
He can't go to the doctor, and he can't avoid the meetings either. He'll just have to fake it.
