Not Skinny Enough Yet 3/?
anonymous
January 20 2010, 00:14:51 UTC
And now, for a dramatic twist! Don't worry, I won't leave it finished, OP!
It was a typical meeting, and by now, England's bruises had faded away. Not that they faded from anyone's memory, of course.
But currently, the issue was that South Italy was trying to beat North Italy over the head, and that had easily occupied everyone's attention.
The door creaked open, but no one noticed as America came in. She was a little slower than usual, and as she sank into her seat, England looked over, then stopped in shock.
"A..America... What happened?!" He asked, looking her up and down with his mouth hanging open.
She smiled back at him. "Oh, you noticed?"
England was flabbergasted. Did she think he was complimenting her?! She... She was a pale ghost of herself, and her eyes seemed sunken into her face. She was skinny, skinnier than she'd been back when she was healthy. By now, she was attracting quite a few stares.
She was not that bothered by it, clearly.
England took a deep breath, and decided to move on to the meeting. "Anyway, today's topic is Global Warming. This is a serious problem we need to deal with, and soon. Does anyone have any ideas for preventive measures?"
"I say we all sign a treaty that says we have to cut down carbon emissions, or else we have to pay a big fine aru," China said, nodding sagely as he did.
England looked over at America, expecting a response. He was startled to note she seemed to be swaying in her seat. His eyes grew wide with alarm.
"America? America? Are you feeling okay? Maybe you should go lie down..." England's advice was, surprisingly enough, heeded by America, and she stood up to go somewhere to lie down.
England watched as she made her way towards the door slowly, and turned back to the meeting. "I don't know if that would be the most effective way, China. Maybe if we-" A thud cut him off, and caused every head to turn in that direction.
England was up and out of his chair before he even fully registered America's crumpled form on the floor. He knelt beside her, checking for a pulse. The other nations crowded around him, either morbidly interested, or concerned for America's health.
He sighed when he felt a pulse. What had America done to herself?
"Call a doctor!" He yelled at the crowd, and France was the first to respond. America was like a daughter to him too, after all. England cradled America's far too light body in his arms. How had it come to this?
It was a typical meeting, and by now, England's bruises had faded away. Not that they faded from anyone's memory, of course.
But currently, the issue was that South Italy was trying to beat North Italy over the head, and that had easily occupied everyone's attention.
The door creaked open, but no one noticed as America came in. She was a little slower than usual, and as she sank into her seat, England looked over, then stopped in shock.
"A..America... What happened?!" He asked, looking her up and down with his mouth hanging open.
She smiled back at him. "Oh, you noticed?"
England was flabbergasted. Did she think he was complimenting her?! She... She was a pale ghost of herself, and her eyes seemed sunken into her face. She was skinny, skinnier than she'd been back when she was healthy. By now, she was attracting quite a few stares.
She was not that bothered by it, clearly.
England took a deep breath, and decided to move on to the meeting. "Anyway, today's topic is Global Warming. This is a serious problem we need to deal with, and soon. Does anyone have any ideas for preventive measures?"
"I say we all sign a treaty that says we have to cut down carbon emissions, or else we have to pay a big fine aru," China said, nodding sagely as he did.
England looked over at America, expecting a response. He was startled to note she seemed to be swaying in her seat. His eyes grew wide with alarm.
"America? America? Are you feeling okay? Maybe you should go lie down..." England's advice was, surprisingly enough, heeded by America, and she stood up to go somewhere to lie down.
England watched as she made her way towards the door slowly, and turned back to the meeting. "I don't know if that would be the most effective way, China. Maybe if we-" A thud cut him off, and caused every head to turn in that direction.
England was up and out of his chair before he even fully registered America's crumpled form on the floor. He knelt beside her, checking for a pulse. The other nations crowded around him, either morbidly interested, or concerned for America's health.
He sighed when he felt a pulse. What had America done to herself?
"Call a doctor!" He yelled at the crowd, and France was the first to respond. America was like a daughter to him too, after all. England cradled America's far too light body in his arms. How had it come to this?
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Aww, America why??
Anon I like where its going! But I just hate cliffhangers!
Oh please I want to know what happens next!
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