Greece couldn't focus on what America what babbling about this time; drowsiness was filling his head with the feeling of cotton, and made it difficult to listen. His dark brown suit soaked in the heat from the room, and made him far too comfortable to pay attention. If only I wasn't at the front of the table… I could fall asleep more often. Greece thought stubbornly as he lifted his hands to rub his eyes, struggling to stay alert.

Blinking away the blurriness in his eyes, he could see Japan across the table, sitting up straight, listening to every insignificant suggestion spilling out of the Americans mouth. Greece smiled at the stoic face; he liked Japan. Japan didn't mind if Greece called him by his human name, and was always coming to his house to learn about the rich and mystical history of Greece. There were a lot of things that he could pick out about Japan that he liked, but his smile was certainly his favorite.

Japan wouldn't smile a lot, he was afraid to show too much emotion around other countries. But he would smile and laugh with Greece when they were just sitting alone… my God, that smile. It was sweet enough to send Greece's heart racing, and his cheeks to flair pink with emotion.

Japan was busy listening to America drone on about Super Heroes saving the Earth, he didn't notice Greece's gaze from across the table. Greece stifled a yawn; his economic decline had made him feel even more drowsy than usual these days, and he had trouble keeping his head up and his eyes open, and headaches were now a common everyday occurrence for him.

He should at least stay awake for Japan's turn to state his opinion, right? The headache that felt like Turkey stabbing him in the head over and over wasn't going anywhere, so he could wait. Greece's eyes refused to comply with the plan to wait, and began to slide closed as his head began to tilt down towards the table.

"Will you be quiet about your Super Hero nonsense? Some of us have important things to talk about!"

Greece snapped his head back up as England stood and shouted at America. Even if England made a good point, Greece glared at him. Sleep usually helped the pang of pain in his head, and noise made it rattle every thought in his head. Colors and little multicolored lightning bolts began to spiral before his eyes, and his stomach began feel uneasy with the vertigo.

Greece leaned back in his chair, leaning his head back and pinching the bridge of his nose in hopes of calming the pain, or at least relieving pressure on his head. It didn't work very well, but his eyes began to close again, and a veil of black began to overtake the old country.

The tranquil moment was interrupted by America slamming his fist on the table. Greece quickly opened his eyes and sat forward, rattling the table as his chest rammed into it.

"Super Heroes are super important! They can save the world!"

Greece gasped for breath as he pressed his hand to his chest, the sudden movement elevated the pressure on his brain, and the world was beginning to swim before his eyes. He began to reach for his glass of water, but the liquid sloshing in the cup made his stomach churn, and he withdrew his hand back to his chest.

Looking up, he saw Japan and China staring at him with concern glittering in their dark eyes. Greece struggled a smile and leaned back in his chair like he usually did. China blinked and looked back to the argument, which France had joined in on; Japan wasn't so easily convince. He tilted his head to the side, and furrowed his brows, wanting a sort of explanation.

Greece couldn't very well lean forward and tell Japan he felt sick, because Turkey would listen carefully to the confession and begin to laugh at him, and make the headache so much worse. So instead of meeting Japan's nervous gaze, he looked down to study the newly polished wood table.

Germany decided to stand up and yell his own opinion, which hit Greece with another wave of vertigo. He quickly leaned forward in his chair, with his right hand on his stomach, and his left clamped over his mouth. His eyes squeezed shut and watered as he struggled to keep his breakfast down as the German spoke.

"Enough! It is time for lunch, and we have wasted valuable time and energy on this argument."

Greece used the pause in his speech to take a shaky breath, and braced himself for the rest of his booming statement. Japan placed his fingers to his lips as he watched Greece; a look of anxiousness painted over his usually stoic features.

"We will continue after lunch, and we will talk about important world affairs! That is all."

A sad sigh escaped Greece's lips as everyone began to stand and walk towards the doors to leave. He refused to move. If he did, he'd probably fall over and pass out. Sitting was his best option for now.

Turkey strutted over to the ill country and laughed his hearty laugh, causing Greece to rest his elbows on the table with his face in his palms for support.

"You don't look good, Greece!" Greece shot a glare at Turkey, but it only made Turkey laugh more. The uneasiness of Greece's stomach increased as Turkey continued to speak, and Greece's chin shook as he choked down a sob of pain.

"Maybe you need a vacation from these mainstream countries, hm?"

Turkey slapped Greece on the back, and Greece's elbows slipped from the table and his head slammed loudly on the table. Japan gasped along with several other countries, and Turkey took a stepped back, as if he couldn't tell that Greece was in pain.

Greece didn't bother to lift his head; the sickening crack of his head on the table didn't bother him. It made his body numb, and he was washed with a wave of sweet comfort.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion; Japan rushed around the table towards Greece, and Turkey actually placed his hand gently on his shoulder, and shook him slightly. Greece blinked slowly as his dark brown hair fell over his eyes in cascading curls. He folded his arms under his head and allowed the long standing invitation of sleep overcome him.

There was a sweet sound just beyond his hearing, and Greece slowly turned his head to the side to see Japan kneeling before him saying something. He blinked against his heavy eyelids, and tried to hear clearly, but he only caught the last of Japan's worried statement.

" - please be alright, Greece-san."