A/N Hello! Okay, at first I thought about writing something else, but this idea popped into mind, and I-I couldn't help myself. It was too good. Well, at least to me. Okay, so, I hope you enjoy :3

Okay, so for this story, I had this idea where when a nation has economic problems, they get sick! Recently, or at least on many many websites, it says that America is in debt of 16.4 trillion dollars, and could possibly go into another Great Depression and many other things as well.

Oh and also, I researched very much for this story, and made sure I wasn't feeding you lies. So please, don't say I didn't do my research, because I did ;3.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, or any of the greatness it bestows.

The world meeting. Where all the nations of the world gathered to discuss issues of well, the world. At least that's what they're supposed to do. But that never seems to happen, even with Germany yelling at everyone. Even when he uses that special scary voice. All it turns into is a bunch of nations arguing, yelling at eachother, sleeping, or in China's case, selling some sort of cheap yet sufficient food. The most notable things in almost every world conference were England's and France's arguing, America continuously repeating that 'he was the hero!' and Germany trying to calm everyone down.

But something out of place was happening. America was quiet this time around. Almost as quiet as Canada. Almost. Except for the constant sneezes and coughs he kept managing to hack out. But besides that, it was like someone put a zipper on America's mouth. A few other nations noticed, but didn't really bother to ask anything about it.

A few moments later though, America stood up, and rushed out of the room, slamming the large double doors behind him. That was enough to hush the room. "What's with America? Aru~" China asked glancing at the doors along with almost everyone else. Except Greece of course, who was still asleep. "Should someone go check up on him?" France asked, snapping out of his perverted speech. "Good idea. England, I think it would be best that you go, seeing as no one else knows him well enough." Germany said. Canada quietly sighed, wishing people would recognize that Canada is America's brother. But oh well, England would have to suffice.

"Wait, what?! Why do I have to go help that bloody idiot! He's America! He can bloody well fix himself on his own." England complained, his caterpillar-like eyebrows narrowing. "I guess I should just go, non?" France suggested, hoping to frazzle up England. "Absolutely not! Who knows what you would do to him!" England hollered, walking flustered out of the room.

"Oh Angleterre..." France sighed, wishing that England would think him as not only as a pervert.

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England's boots clanked down the hall as he walked towards the mens bathroom. America couldn't have gotten very far. His footsteps were quick, and his mouth twisted in a frown.

He slammed the bathroom door open, revealing a long row of stalls. A faint sound of someone - throwing up? - yeah, definitely throwing up, England decided, as he walked the bathrooms length. As he drew closer to the stall that held most likely America, the more louder America's wheezing became. England cautiously knocked on the stall he thought that probably held the obnoxious nation.

England's short patience snapped as he did not receive any sort of access of entry, or any sort of response. He knocked once more, hoping for an answer. Finally out of a fit of frustration, England pushed the door open. It was unlocked this whole time?

America was kneeling on the cold ground, his paled face stuck to the toilet seat with an unhealthy amount of his stomach contents (which seemed to be mostly digested hamburgers) in the toilet, all the while now deemed unconscious. What the bloody hell happened here? England leaned forward, to take a better look at what might've made him sick. Amongst the floating digested burger in the toilet, was some strange black liquid. "What the..."

He shook the nation's shoulder, at first gently, then shook it roughly. There was no response. "America, stop being a bloody idiot and wake up!" He pushed the nation's limp body onto the the tiled wall, awkwardly positioning himself to feel America's forehead. Oh damn, he has quite a high fever! England stood to his full height, wondering what to do. He couldn't exactly just lift America up and carry him. England was too weak, and America was just a bit too heavy. Plus where would he put him? He couldn't just put him outside and leave him in the baking sun... Even for England's standards that was cruel.

"America, America, wake up." England shook his shoulders. Suddenly, an idea popped into England's head. A brilliant idea. He put his hands on the left side of America's bomber jacket, and opened up one of the pockets. Inside, was about five hamburgers, all of them soggy and mushed together. "Hey America, if you don't wake up, I'm going to flush all your hamburgers down the toilet."

Just like that, America woke up. The light filtered into his eyes, and he blinked, surprised to find that England was there. "Dude...please don't." The younger country whined, snatching the hamburger back from England just to be shoved back in his pocket. "You know, I'm not surprised that you got so sick, what with always eating hamburgers from your pockets. It's unsanitary!" England lectured, helping America to stand up.

Once outside the bathroom, England and America walked quietly back to World Conference. "H-Hey England?" America was dragging himself across the wall as they walked, looking queasy.

"Yes?" England glanced over. "I-I think I'm gonna...I'm gonna-" America stopped, and held his hand over his mouth as he ran over to the trash can that was only a few feet away and hurled into it. "Oh good heavens that's disgusting!" England exclaimed, walking over to go help the younger nation. What the bloody hell is making him so damn ill? He's always eating hamburgers, but this is the first time he ever actually got ill.

England slung America's arm over his shoulder, and aided him in walking back. When they stopped in front of the double doors, England asked, "America, what is wrong with you? You're never sick!" He could tell the younger nation was becoming nervous under his stare. "Nothin' dude! Stop worrying. I'll be fine in no time." America muttered. Damn it, America is lying! I wish that idiot would just suck up his pride and tell me what's wrong.

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After the conference that lasted about another hour, all the nations dispersed. Little did everyone know, this would be the last conference America would be going to for a while.

A/N Hello :D I hope you all liked this chapter :3 Please do let me know if I have any grammatical errors or OOC, also if anything is confusing as well. The italics are when England is thinking, but I hope that was obvious. Anyways, I do plan on making this a long multichapter story, and to actually finish it! Anyhoo, thank you to those that read it, you all get cookies! (You only get these cookies for free, if you review ;3)