Hello~ I'm MeltingSnowflakes, and well, this is my first fanfiction so I would really appreciate it if you didn't kill me or anything -_-' haha! Anyways, I'll stop talking, enjoy the story :)

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America walked down the sidewalk up to England's house. Man, where was England anyways? He was supposed to meet America and their bosses an hour ago. America didn't want to admit it but he was a little worried (hey, heroes are allowed to worry too right?), England was never late for anything. Ever.

He walked up to the all-too-familiar front door smirking a little as he remembered the many many many times he had busted through the door only to get yelled at, hit, and called a 'bloody git' by a certain englishman.

His worries sky rocketed when he threw the door open only to be met with silence. America blinked, something was wrong. Very wrong, he should have been avoiding punches and insults by now yet... nothing.

"Iggy? Yo Iggy! Where you at bro?" he called. Shit, England hadn't even spazzed about his nickname! "Iggy? England? ENGLAND! C-Cut it out man, y-your freaking m-me out!" he commanded.

America tiptoed down the hall, sure he knew this place well enough to be beyond comfortable but the eerie silence (along with that scary-ass movie he watched the other night) was making him extrememly nervous, but not scared! No, heroes were never scared! Ever! Even if-

His mental hero-speech was cut off by a quiet groan. A very ghost-like groan.

America let out a very manly scream. It wasn't girly at all. His fear subsided a bit when he heard the next groan, "Shadduuup...nng...bloodeh git..." America's ears perked up "Iggy?" he called again as he ran in the direction of the noise. England's bedroom.

"Yo England, don't do that! I-It's not like I was scared or anything but-" he stopped halfway through his sentance as he swung the bedroom door open, speechless as to what was infront of him.

England was lying face down on the floor with his legs still half-way on the bed in his pajamas, he was currently holding a pillow over his head in a lame attempt to drown out the noisy American. His body was paler than usual and covered in a cold sweat and his breath sounded kinda weird.

"...uh England? Are you dead?"

England pulled the pillow down over his head a little more and mumbled, "...quiet...head hurts..."

A look of worry crossed America's face, "England, are you okay?" The blonde walked over to his fallen friend and tugged at the pillow hiding the brit's head. England seemed to fight back but very weakly, America easily took the pillow and placed it beside him from where he was kneeling beside the tea-loving nation.

England's head lolled to the side giving America a good view of his face. His pale flushed sweaty congested face. America's eyes widened in realization...

England was sick.

"Shit Iggy! No wonder you never showed up, you look like crap dude!" America exclaimed. England's eyes went wider (though they were still half-lidded and hazy) as he forced himself up onto his feet rambling to himself "N-No way! The meeting... today.. l-late... gotta get r-ready... meeting" he mumbled as he wobbled about four steps before falling face first back onto the hardwood floor.

"Iggy! You okay!" America yelped as England hit the floor with a dull thud. England managed to get back into a sitting position only to be the victem of a violent coughing fit. America once again kneeled beside his formor caretaker and patted his back to help stop the coughing.

After England calmed down he tried to stand again mumbling "...sh-shit I'm so b-bloody late... America... help me find... some clothes..." he finished with a sniffle. His voice was hoarse and scratchy as the words escaped his dry, sore throat.

America sighed, England was hopeless. "Dude the meeting's over! Don't worry we just talked about boring stuff, well I wasn't payin' much attention but it sure sounded boring!"

England sighed as his whole body seemed to slacken a bit "Bloody hell, that's going to be a problem later, I better get started on some extra paper work to..." he coughed again "...try and catch up..."

America laughed "Geez Iggy, your funny! You know I'm not letting you do work until you're all better!" England raised an impressive eyebrow "Since when do you have any control over me"

"Since your sick as hell and still so stubborn you want to do work! Don't worry, I'll be the awesomest docot ever!" stated America with his usual grin and 'thumbs up'.

England cursed "I am not that sick and 'awesomest' isn't a real word you git, stop butchering my language!"

America pouted "Oh yeah, well you are that sick and... and 'git' isn't a real word!" England narrowed his eyes "Git is a real word! You git!" he sneezed.

America was about to fight back before England sneezed. It wasn't very loud or messy at all, in fact, it was pretty cute... wait what? He didn't just say ENGLAND was cute did he? No way, maybe he was catching England's fever.

America was brought down from his thoughts when England shivered, his body curling in on itself a little.

That's when America noticed the blanket was draped over the side of the bed leaving England in nothing but his thin light green pajamas to fight the cold. That couldn't be helping his sickened state.

"Here Iggy let's get you into bed" he said ignoring the whimper of 'don't call me Iggy' as he picked the sick nation up bridal style and carried him back to the bed, nearly suffocating the brit by wrapping him in a blanket-cacoon.

America smiled proudly at his work, England wasn't shivering anymore! ...though his hace was nearly crimson. America placed a hand on his forehead before pulling it back dramatically as if he was burnt "Iggy you're burning up!" England made a small noise and glared at him. "Don't worry! I'll go get some cold water, cloths, and a thermometer! It'll be okay, after all you're doctor is a hero!" he said cheerfully before running off to find the afore mentioned items.

After America bolted out the door, England manages to squirm out of the tightly wrapped blankets, pulling them up comortably over his head before closing his eyes and trying to ignore his dry scracthy thoat, sore stomah, pounding head ache, and congestion.

He didn't notice the three 'spies' watching him through his bedroom window.

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"Ve~ Why are we outside England's house? Geeeeermany! England is scaaary!" Italy whined as he clung to Germany's arm. Germany clamped a hand over his mouth.

"Shh! Mein gott Italy, weren't you listening at all? England is sick! Luckily for us, Japan noticed he was coughing a lot at the last world meeting. If we can capture him in his sick state he'll be easy to keep captive and we can use him as a hostage or torture him for information." the exasperated German explained through a whisper, Japan nodding every once and a while.

Italy pouted, he wanted to make some pasta! It was past lunch too and he was starving! Germany seemed to really want to kidnap England though so he would go along with it... it was only fair, after all, Germany was always helping him so he should help Germany!

"Japan..." Germany whispered "...are you ready? With America around this may be the only time we can do this so we have to do it now." Japan nodded quickly "Hai."

Germany quietly stood up so he could look the the window, England was asleep. Just as planned. Germany opened the window a little before silently slipping in, signalling Japan to follow. Italy would stay outside because... well, he was Italy and Italy was not the best at being quiet at times.

Japan helped Germany cautiously peel the blankets off the shivering brit before Germany leaned over and began to tie Enland up in ropes in case he woke up. After tying his wrists together so they hung uselessly against his chest and his ankles together to eliminate the chances of him running away, Germany picked him up bridal style, careful not to wake him, and slipped out through the window. He didn't notice when his cross necklace caught on the latch to the window and fell to the floor.

Japan jumped out the window, signalling the others to run, when he heard America running back with the wet cloth and thermometer. England stirred a little when they took off running but didn't wake.

Germany smirked to himself. Looks like their plan was a success! Though he would never guess what problems this ubduction would cause in the future...

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America ran back into the bedroom "Kay I got the stuff and- England? Dude where'd you go?" America walked into the room clutching the bowl of water along with a cloth and a thermometer.

The blanket was strewn out over the floor, the window was open, and England was gone. The first thing he thought of was that the stubborn brit tried to run away and was probably passed out on the lawn. His idea was proven wrong when he spotted Germany's beloved cross laying on the ground near the window.

The bowl, cloth, and thermometer were dropped on the floor with a clatter.

"Shit"

DUH-DUH-DUUUH! Oh no Iggy's been kidnapped! Don't worry, Germany Italy and Japan are not the horrible evil bad guys in this story, they're just the lovable goofs they are :) But still, America better rescue his Iggy soon! Who knows what could happen with a sick England and the Axis Powers (*cough* I know but whatever *cough* *cough*) NO REVIEWS MEANS NO NEW CHAPTERS SO PLEASE LEAVE A NICE ONE! Thanks~