"I'm proud of you." –Canada.

"Thank you." –America.

America managed a meal. A whole one, and he hasn't purged all day. And no one is looking at him, not really. Maybe a few passing glances, but no one's staring. He doesn't think they ever really stared at him. He thinks he made it up. Because this whole thing, it's his fault really.

Canada, Matthew, says different, but he knows. He knows that he did this to himself. He hurt himself, and he has to stop.

He panics, when he eats, but now he clamps down on it. He stops the thoughts before they get too far. He's happy, kind of.

Still fucking fat and ugly and

Stop it.

And he does. He stops. He takes in a deep breath and smiles at Canada, Matthew, his friend.

"Thank you." –America. He says it again, and he means it.

Canada smiles back at him, because he knows. He knows what it's like to hate yourself. He knows what it's like to have to fight.

"You're welcome." –Canada.

It's not all going to change overnight, and eating just one meal definitely isn't a cure. He's not magically cured. It's baby steps. But he'll get there. With the help of his friend, because he's finally accepting the help that he needed from the start.

He won't quit, because he's the hero. And heroes don't give up.

End

Allie: I am so sorry for abandoning this story, but I was fighting through my own ED and I didn't want to finish this until I actually GOT BETTER. I DID IT GUYS! It took a lot of will power and I still have anxiety when I eat but I have some really great friends that went through the same thing and we help each other. I'm so sorry this ended so soon, but I didn't really feel like drawing it out, so I hop you enjoyed reading and this little happy ending.

God bless.