Asthma

It was a relaxing day. All of the countries came together in America and were playing different sports or were watching or being referee. America was on a team with Italy, Spain, Romano, china, and France against Austria, Prussia, Germany, japan, South Korea, and Russia in a game of soccer; England and Canada were refereeing the game fairly. Currently, America was goalie.

America was doing a great job, letting nothing pass by him, when a chain reaction happened. Russia was rushing to make a goal at the same time someone called his name he lost concentration for a split second and Russia took it. With a powerful kick, the ball was in the air, and then in America's gut; taking his breath away.

America fell back on his butt and England blew his whistle while calling pause; America ignored it though. America gasped and coughed; it was clearly obvious he had something wet in his throat. America heaved over gasping; trying to find his breath.

"America! What's wrong?!" England asked, bending over to hear him; by now everyone was surrounding them.

"As… thma… Bag… Inhaler…" he gasped.

Instantly England dashed for America's duffle bad while America continued to gasp. Only seconds latter England was back with a patriotic decorated inhaler; he pulled off the cap and shook it before America tore it from his grip. America quickly released the medicine while taking a deep breath; once administered, America's breath returned. He fell onto his back gasping, hearing the remnants of fluid he took another shot and then he relaxed exhausted.

"Are you alright lad?" England asked; worried for his old colony and shocked at what was wrong.

"Ye-yeah, I'm god now," he replied; still slightly panting.

"When did you get asthma?" Canada asked; he had never noticed.

America breath finally calmed. "About a month or two after 9/11; I contracted something from the people who had suffocated on the smoke," he explained and sat up.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" England asked; slightly hurt.

America looked away. "I'm supposed to be the strongest nation. What do I look like with this- this disability?" he asked dryly; mad at himself.

"I still see you as the strongest," Canada said.

"Yes, America-san, you'll always be strong nations with many behind you," japan agreed quietly.

"Ve~ and if it makes you feel better, I have asthma too," Italy said helpfully.

America smiled slightly. "Thanks guys," he said.

End